Hello everyone, yea I haven't really finished the other FanFiction but this idea just came to my head and I had to write about it...Not good at the little summary thing, so I'm going to tell u on this where its started...Jynx a.k.a Belladonna Leveque, a young girl who was chosen at the age of 17 along with three other girls to be invoked by an elemental; fire. Her father, a guardian angel was killed, and had to have his wings passed on to her...Jynx is now given the big responsibility of taking over, where her father left off; her mission now is to be trained and ready to replace her grandfather, the angel of lightening, fire and natural disaster...Only problem, Jynx is more than just her father's daughter...

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She sat there with her hands wrapped around her naked body, as she cried for the hundredth time over the despicable demise of her father. And the worst part was how the man that held her prisoner; that had taken her body by force; the same man that impregnated her, also made her watch as the only person she really loved was killed in front of her. The last look she had seen on her father's face was sorrow, but it was not because of all of the torture that she herself, had gone through but what he'd seen just before Roderick killed him; her father knew nothing about how savagely he had sexually abused and assaulted her. But it was when her wings shot viciously and painfully out of her back, black and metallic as night, did he fall to his knees in despair at what he'd seen. She noticed how he'd looked at her wings and started to weep. She did not know what it meant at the time and she did not necessarily dwell on that thought at the moment.

Roderick would not let run to his aid. He wanted her to watch in anguish as her father was killed in front of her eyes. The only thing she cared about at that exact point was getting her father free, and living their life the way it used to be.

When everything was over, she thought back on his sorrowful gaze. He looked as if, he had seen the worst torturous thing before his demise; and she felt that he actually did feel that way, but she did not understand why; that is, until her grandfather came.

She remembered that day, he appeared from lightening and thunder; big and beautiful just as her father was. In fact, he was a spinning image of him. At one point, she thought it was him and that he'd just join the others, but when her grandfather reacted the way he did towards her, she knew that it was definitely not the man that gave her life.

When he saw her black wings he'd already made up his mind that she was not to be trusted. And she knew instantly why; her mother. And in that fault, she could not blame him; because even she herself, could not trust her own mother.

The only reason he'd taken her with him was because of her father, knowing that it would be his last wish; not to mention the fact that she was the only heir that could replace him. And even beside all of that, even as an archangel, he still could not deny that she was in fact, his granddaughter. And he could see every ounce of her father in her; something he would not just throw away so easily.

Naturally, she was not excepted into their world so easily with her big and beautiful "wings of the darkness" but that did not stop her father getting the training that she'd needed. And as her grandfather finally started to grow to appreciate her more, he did not stand for such unwarranted chastising. But he knew that they had probable cause for such behavior; they never had to deal with such a creature such as her. And knew that her being the new breed she was would gain her more responsibility. Her grandfather felt that her reign would be great when the time came, and would not stop until he proved it to the others. But he knew that it would not be easy.

She knew that they all despised her; thought that she was an abomination to their kind, but she also knew that she could not do anything about it; because while she was very powerful, she still did not wish to take the chance. She felt it better for everyone, to stay where she was until needed. But unfortunately, even that did not work at times, which was why she was in solitary confinement. She'd nearly decapitated one of the mentors heads when he called her father a disgrace to their name. Naturally, while her grandfather was just as perturbed as she, he did handle the situation better. She'd been stripped of all of her clothing and sent to the dank and overly small chamber, where she now, had been wasting away for over a week now. She knew that her features had changed because of her hunger. She had to get out of there; but at the same time, she did not know that it would be safe; for the others. She was surprised that she'd made it this long without turning, but she could still feel her humane sanity slipping away. She was becoming hungrier.

"Belladonna." a familiar and powerful voice called to her. She knew then that it was her grandfather. Warren Black was the name that he would go by; he was of the most important; and he was the leader of the angels.

Belladonna, who'd had her wings out now, for the only source of warmth, had them wrapped around her as she turned around to see him staring at her uncomfortably. "Y-yes grandfa-I meant m-my lord." she quickly corrected, still slightly cold. He allowed no other addressing from her.

He could see her shaking and that in itself did not sit well with him. Yes, she was now a soldier of the Realm, but she was still his granddaughter; his son's daughter, and he hated putting her through such torment; although, admitting that she always got through it well. He made his way over to her, closer, going to hand her the clothing that he'd gotten for her to wear, when he saw how unreal she looked now. He quickly backed away one step when he saw her features. She did not look hideous, but unnatural. Her eyes were bleak and beautiful, and her skin looked to be glowing a look of pale and cinnamon bronze. Her flaming colored hair, only made her look more unnatural. He knew then, that the other half of her was starting to react to her lack of nutrition.

Belladonna could see the obvious look of surprise and disturbance in her grandfather's gaze. He did not know what to think, and she didn't either. She was clearly hungry; so much to the point where she could hear the pulse in his neck; The blood of an angel was more pure than a virgin, and way more potent and sweet. She'd found that out, the first night of her arrival after she'd been past the point of starving and one of the angels lashed out at her. She could see her grandfather staring at her strangely. She quickly looked away, wanting to disturb him, no further.

When he saw the reaction she'd had to how he acted towards her sudden new features, he tried to recover as quickly as possible and made his way back toward her. "It is alright; I had a sense that this would happen." he said, as he handed her the clothing.

Jynx looked at him for a small moment and took the clothing. When he turned around, she got up and quickly changed into the clothing that he'd given her. Naturally, it was not her style, but it was the wardrobe of a guardian warrior, which was exactly, what she was.

After she was done. She turned to face her grandfather. "My, lord." she bowed, to let him know that she was decent and ready for his command.

Warren turned around and bowed back at her courteous gesture. "Your confinement is over; but you still must regain the trust of the Realm."

Belladonna, disappointed in herself, nodded her head. "Yes, my leige, but how do I go about doing so?" she asked.

"I have a job for you."...

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