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chapter 2- Last of Her Kind

The two had made a new life in Jerusalem. Their life wasn't a righteous life. Two orphaned children in such a time didn't have much choice. She became scary good at using her powers. They blended with the shadows, stealing food and other necessities.

Nijah was 17 when she noticed her wings… the feathers were falling out. Her pale pink feathers fell in clumps. Her brothers wings were even worse off, the white, yellow bones poking out.

The day was a hot one when everything changed. The dust blowing through the town smelt of thunder. This didn't worry her much since it was a normal thing every once in a while. She was in a church, the gold around her would buy a months worth of food… all she had to do was distract the Pastor. He was an older man, in his 40s surprisingly. Xantheus was stealing some of the gold and jewels decorating the chapel, while she approached the man.

"Do you believe there is redemption for everyone?" she asked him. He looked startled, looking her up and down.

"Yes, of course. What's a young lady like you doing out by yourself?" she resisted the urge to snarl, girls aren't all made of porcelain.

"I needed answers." She looked him in the eye.

"Well, sit. I can see what I can do." He beckoned to her.

After sitting, she took a breath. "What happens if it's angels that wronged you?"

The pastor gave her a stunned look, his brow pulled together. "Angels can't do anything wrong."

Nijah felt a spark of anger. "Angels took my whole life away. They uprooted me and made me into this."

"I'm sure they had a reason." He sounded uncomfortable, gripping a golden cross on his neck.

She gave him a fake smile. "Oh I'm sure. So… God can't make mistakes?"

"No. Sin is a mans trait. HE can do no wrong." The pastor stood, the tiny girl was making him uneasy. "You aren't a demon…"

The girl threw her head back, a great laugh escaping her. She was horribly beautiful. She was just like a lion. Sharp teeth of ivory, eyes an unusual tawny color, dark hair and skin making her eyes stand out. They were glowing… no way were they glowing…

"I think it's time you left, child." He tried to keep his voice shaking. Her eyes were definitely glowing. He never saw this in any of his visions…

She stood, her arms spreading out. She must be a demon… "God doesn't love you. He doesn't love man! If he did, he would never have sent his angels to kill his grandchildren!"

Her voice was making the windows shake. A boy with long golden hair and a darker beard rushed over, a bag thrown over his shoulder.

"Nijah! Stop!" Xantheus shouted, standing before her.

"No. I will make them pay!" she shrieked, then leapt. The last thing the Pastor saw were brilliant yellow eyes and broken pale pink wings. He felt something crush his throat, then heard the angels shouting.

Nijah was on top of the Pastor. He was dead. Humans were so weak. God should have protected their necks more... The angel appeared immediately. No… the Archangel. This man had been a Prophet. His eyes were gold. Not yellow but a true gold, his many golden wings were spread wide. He had two more angels with him.

"Ahhhhh shit Nijah…" Xantheus shook his head, pulling a dagger from his belt. He opened his wings, yellow eyes lit up. The Archangel's eyes widened, understanding on his face.

"The missing Nephilim…" he spoke with a higher voice than what she was expecting. He held a long three sided sword that twisted to a point… the Archangel blade. She held her ground, knowing they were in major trouble.

"Seize them! I will let my brothers know." He commanded. The two angels grabbed them easily, the Nephilim weren't all powerful. As the years went on, their powers weakening as their wings fell apart. She still put up one hell of a fight, clawing and shrieking.

"STAY STILL! It will all be over soon." The angel holding her snapped. This angel was in a female vessel. With a flash, three Archangels were before them. Michael was easily spotted. He was the biggest one…his true form casting shadows everywhere.

"Little Nephilim. My brother let you escape our clutches once. Not again… you are sentenced to death. We are merciful and will let it be quick." Michael looked them over, noting the mutated angel grace, especially in the girl… it wasn't worth taking. "Gabriel… kill them."

The Archangel who first found them had an odd look in his eyes. Nijah could see his grace stirring as he lifted his sword. He was going to kill Xantheus first. She couldn't allow that. With one move, she snapped out her wings, the angels shouted, Grace clashed as she rushed at the one called Gabriel. He looked… comically stunned. She swung the dagger from her hip, slashing at him. This was a blade forged by Holy Fire and bathed in holy oil it might not kill but it might hurt. Gabriel tossed a hand at her, not near as powerful as what she was expecting. She swung again, catching him in the shoulder. He howled, his face contorted with pain. His pause was all she needed, she drove the blade in between his ribs, once… twice. Gabriel lit up like a roaring fire. Everyone was watching as he fell but she was the only one who saw his grace zap out long after the "Wings" burnt into the ground. She had no idea what just happened but now she had two very pissed archangels to deal with. Xantheus kicked out of the other angel's hold and with grey brittle decaying wings spread, he tackled the Archangel Raphael.

"Go Nijah! GO!" he roared, his remaining Grace running out.

She hated to do it but she ran. The last thing she saw was Xantheus blown into ash, one crinkled grey feather falling to the floor. With a sob of rage, she ran. And for years after, she stayed hidden.

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Heaven mourned the death of the Archangel Gabriel. He was gone and Castiel was livid. The Nephilim did it. She also killed a Prophet. She must be hunted down and slaughtered. She was the last of her kind… how hard would it be to find Her? And what kind of weapon did she have that she could hurt an Archangel?