So the only real thing I want to make clear about this story is, and I'll only say it once, that it does not follow common beliefs. Demons and Angels can interact without trying to destroy each other; angels don't only have white wings and their not all what you hear about in church.
***You've been cautioned, so don't give me flame or poison for how they're portrayed. It's just a story and does not need to be taken so seriously.***
Now that that's out, please enjoy the story. :)
Demon… Witch… Devil's advocate… A nonbeliever.
Those are what I've been accused of. And since the day of my birth I have been locked away, never to see another human being, never seeing the light of day. But that does not bother me, since I can see in the dark just fine. I have no reason to fear the people who hold me captive for I am almost strong enough to escape on my own… by taking my life.
For I am the product of experimentation, better known as the equation of angel and demon sealed into living flesh and not only the imagination. My name is Sakura.
The dim light from a candle started to light the stairs that led to my room, it was early morning, the time I usually get dressed at. With an exasperated sigh I moved to the center of the room, still pulling my corset over my head when the person opened the door. The folds of the skirt fell silently around and I looked over my shoulder at the bit of light that had been forced into my world. A man with black wings stood at the door.
"Who are you?" I asked softly, no angel of any kind have ever visited this place before.
He tilted his head to one side, "I believe that's my question." He said.
"You come into the most forbidden room and do not know what lies inside it?" I pressed, surprised at the carelessness of my keepers.
"I was told… that if I wanted to know I should go find out myself." He said. "I wasn't expecting a girl to be so dangerous."
"And I'd never thought I would see an angel since the day my mother was taken away from me, as punishment for her bringing me into this world." I said, turning to him completely. "Now why did you seek the truth?"
He smiled softly, smiled. As though I could do no harm to anything ,or anyone. "No one should be shunned from the light, no matter the reasons." He said. "I know all about the daughter of The Lioness of God, and that the other Archangel's fear and hate her so much that they would do all they can to keep Death from claiming her. What I came here for, was to see the color of your wings."
I smirked, "The color of my wings urges those who see them to kill me, Gabriel herself almost took my life just this past week when she came in at the wrong time. And I don't believe you would want me dead."
His soft smile widened, showing jagged teeth. "Oh, but I do. For you see," He stepped forward, coming to a stop a few feet from me in this giant room. "Your parents asked me to free you from this torment… by giving you death, and a new life where your past cannot follow you."
I could feel my eyes widening, I couldn't believe what he was saying, I wouldn't. I took a step back, "How can my parents want anything to do with me, when my mother isn't so much as permitted to speak about me let alone have contact with me. And my father's too busy with his underworld duties to even try to gain divine custody over me, or at least tell Satan that he has a granddaughter!" I back pedaled till my back hit stone. "Why should I believe you?"
"Because they have already left to meet you there, to be a family with you." He said, staying in the center of the room.
We were both silent, listening a ruckus started far below us. I guessed that he wasn't supposed to be within half a world of me, I looked around the room. A family, being with my parents, never to see the Archangels again… It sounded too good to be true. "Show me." I said softly.
He pulled a crystal ball from his pocket, coming toward me and placing it in my hands. I looked into it, not knowing what to expect. I fell to the floor, my back still against the wall. An angel with white wings, dark brown hair that cascaded down her back like mine did. Her chocolate brown eyes sparkling as they found mine. She had her arm around the waist of a taller man, hair as red as a dying rose. His black eyes sparkling with the soul my mother had given him.
"Sakura, they really are waiting for you." The black winged angel said. The door to the tower burst open, flooding the stair case with harsh sunlight as the Archangels made their way up to us. "But this will be the only time I offer my services." He added softly.
Michael burst through the landing at the top of the stairs, his sword pointed at the black angel. "Step away from that abomination Azrael."
"Azrael?" I asked, "Death's herald?"
He winked to me before turning to his white counterpart, "All I see here Mikey, is a child. One that does not deserve this torment that you, not the Lord, puts her through. I have come to collect the dead as is my duty." He turned to me once more. "Please my dear, show me those beautiful wings of yours."
I looked into his eyes, the electric blue of them seemed to peak into my very heart. I smirked at Michael, standing up while still clutching the image of my parents, who were now glaring at the angel before them. "Please, Lord Azrael. Grant me and my parent's wish to be together in the next life." I said softly, peeling my wings from my back as though they had been glued there with some sort of slimy substance.
I know, horrible place to leave off. Anything you'd like to say would be greatly appreciated.:)
Meaning: Go right ahead and tell me if this sucked so bad that I shouldn't even bother with the next chapter!!! XD
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