Hello again!
Since practically all of you asked me to continue this thing, here you go! A full ongoing story!
Now, I had some ideas on how to continue this, and chapter 2 was rather difficult for me; one of the reasons I wasn't so sure on making it a full story, instead of the incredibly clifhangery one-shot because the continuation originally was going to like 1200 words long. I knew how I wanted it to end but…it didn't feel right, especially since the "Pilot" chapter had almost 8000 words…
But then your reviews kept on going and going, cheering me up and…..I decided to add what was originally going to be Chapter 3 to it; so I had to change what the original chapter two was like, because 3 was told in a different way, now that the two of them are together, the result was this chapter 2 "2.0", which you're all about to read ^^.
Thank you all for your kind words. You really made my self esteem go up. I'm so happy TvT.
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Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Sparkling Angel
"You're my…wait, what?!"
"Your Guardian Angel" She repeated, tilting her head. Anna couldn't tell if the blonde creature was smiling out of curiosity or was just being smug. You humans are so adorable when you're helpless… the angel thought. "You wanted a protector, one of the best. So, here I am." Her voice was a sweet melody, especially how she said the last part, almost like she was singing.
"How did you get through the circle?" the witch in front of her asked quickly, in panic, "You're not supposed to able to do that!" the angel relished how the redhead was squirming, in big trouble, especially in the position she was in right now. Trapped beneath her; a poor, defenseless prey, just waiting for the strike that was to come. The pentagram the witch drew on both circles was the only defense she had, against a being that could do whatever it wanted, since her will was yet to be enforced upon the creature's spirit. If it were to claim her body and posses it, there wouldn't any resistance this time. The witch didn't have the power to stop such a thing anymore.
"You were supposed to make an hexagram, not a pentagram" The angel said, smiling widely. It was a smug smile, Anna realized. "That way you could have imprisoned me, and do whatever you wished to me." The blonde lowered herself, and the witch felt the cold body laying over her own. Breasts pushed against hers. OMGOMGOMG, boobs. Anna you useless….oh shit, g-get a grip on yourself! Oh my gods…..so big and squishy…so…AARRGHHH! The redhead thought, flush spreading from her cheeks to the entirety of her face and neck as she desperately shook her head to avoid the thoughts plaguing her mind. With the rest of her body frozen on the spot, the summoner stopped moving her head at the angel's closing head and couldn't help but stare at the magnificent smiling face above her, thick white braid fallen to the side.
"But since you failed to do that, I am free to roam this Earth." The angel closed her face in and started to purr, enjoying the position she was in, her head nudging the side of the redhead's face.
No...It knows…That last sentence took Anna out of her trance. This can't be happening! Think, Anna, think! As the angel continued to nudge her affectionately, all the witch could think was how badly she had screwed up. But may be a chance still, circle or not, if she took back control…maybe.
So she moved her head away from the angel's and said "You still answer to me, you may not be bound to my will, but you are bound to me. I still have power over you!" Anna said spitefully. Be firm, she remembered.
"True" The blonde stopped purring and retreated from pinning the redhead, and instead fell back, deciding to rest on her legs, wings resting comfortably on the floor, surprising the witch, who with a confused face, sit up and looked at the Guardian in surprise Wait. What? It worked?
The angel continued, "And I find myself rather curious about Earth. It may prove difficult for me to explore this realm without the necessary precautions. Precautions that you may be able to provide, and forewarn, before balance is compromised"
The redhead listened but didn't understand. Her words worked! They fucking WORKED! And now…wait; hold on, explore? Curious about Earth?
"Balance?" Anna finally inquired out loud, more and more questions popping on her mind
"Indeed. The world, the universe is what it is because there is always a balance on things. There is light because there's dark. Chaos counters order. Violence is a threat to peace. My presence may upset the balance there currently is." The angel said, her eyebrows twisting upwards, feathers fluffed up at the sentence, making the creature seem nervous.
"Just like angels counter demons" The witch thought out loud.
The summoned being hummed, "you are not as foolish as you seem."
"Hey!" Anna felt insulted.
"But you still let your emotions get the best of you" The blonde smiled and arched an elegant eyebrow.
Are you kidding me?! The witch thought. This…THING was supposed to protect her?! It looked like it was playing with her! The spite! The arrogance! Gods! Is this what angels were like?
Anna observed the thing..! –The woman in front of her; and all of her screamed arrogance. The way she was sitting, reminded her of Japanese people, how they would sit on their legs. She tried it several times but couldn't stay that way for more than a minute. And the angel-woman-thing was doing it like she were used to being like that! The way she laid her hands, together, the straight back, almost stiff, the way she talked, what did she think she was, royalty? Oh, right. She was a "heavenly" being. The wings giving up the tiny ditsy detail. Fuck. If she was going to have to deal with a stuck up angel, she might as well walk up to the demons and sit on a silver platter. There's no way this being was going to defend her. Unless, of course…
"If balance upsets you so much, then I'll have you know that demons are the reason I summoned you" Anna began, willing to test her theory.
"Oh?" The blonde's wings were suddenly raised, peeked in interest, just like their owner, who moved slightly forward, just as interested. Anna smirked, nailed it.
"Demons are after me" The witch tested.
"They are after all humanity" the angel said.
"Physically?" Anna countered
The blonde's arched eyebrow was no longer a smug one, it was a questioning one. And it infuriated Anna. She doesn't believe me.
"Demons don't go after humans physically" the creature replied.
Yesterday I would have agreed. Anna thought. "Well, they do. And they're after me"
"…"
"Do you think I would summon a stuck up-know-it-all-angel just because it would be fun?" Anna was getting aggravated…
"Angels are incapable of being 'stuck-up-know-it-alls'…whatever that means." …while the angel was getting annoyed.
"SERIOUSLY?!" To say the witch was getting frustrated was an understatement, if raising her arms and provoking a minor earthquake was prove of it.
"However…!" The blonde interrupted, not minding the sudden shake, "there is a way for me to know exactly what happened", she said, suddenly growing serious.
"And what's that?" Anna said, running out of ideas.
The angel got on fours (again) and closed upon the witch, extending an arm, wanting to touch Anna's face again "may I?"
Anna nodded. And again, she felt the cold hand against her cheek, only this time, she didn't turn away from the angel's face. They looked into each other's eyes. While the creature's seemed lost in thought and not really paying attention to Anna, the redhead felt that by looking at the eyes in front of her, she was looking at eternity. At the universe, almost; a being that was not of this earth was here, with her. Touching her. She looked at the side, angels' extremity still on her, and raised a hand of her own, with her thumb nail, she gently scratched her index finger. Nothing happened.
This isn't a dream, then. This is real. This is fucking real. Anna thought.
She was a witch. A magical being. She saw strange things every day, talked to animals every day, saw other worlds every single day, and still could not believe what was currently happening to her. A fucking, real, physical, breathing, angel is here and is touching my face…and she's the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. She could not help but blush, as she again stared at eternity, and began to see the once neutral expression on her new Guardian, change from confusion, to shock, to disbelieve and then, worry. Slowly the winged being retreated her hand, and now looked at the redhead; and saw sadness, pain, and loneliness all together.
She backed off, and separated a few inches between them. "I'm sorry I doubted you", she began.
Anna blinked. Did she hear that right?
"You really are in danger."
Shit.
The angel looked at her, but was unable to find an answer to the main thing that was plaguing her: An archdemon is trying to get her…why?
Her training taught her that (usually) those were the ones that came to take the souls of humans who had submersed themselves in the darkest of arts and now had to pay the price. But if that were the case, Anna's spirit would reek of darkness, of greed and power, but instead of that, it was overflowing with light, sweet, warm, innocent light. Her power had greatly diminished, that was obvious, because of the assault she just endured. But still, nothing about her soul or mind told her this witch was of the chaos-is-good mindset.
"You've got to be shitting me" she heard the witch say.
The angel couldn't help but chuckle, remembering the idiom, from when she scanned her mind, learning how to communicate in her language. "No, I'm not shitting you".
The flashback of the demon lurking in the corner came to her mind. If that thing's still there, I might be able to put an end to this quickly, the angel thought, so, she stood up and headed towards the stairs.
"Wha-? What are you doing?" Anna struggled to get up, her legs wobbling. The angel could feel the energy seeping away from the small redhead, summoning her had taken a great toll as well.
Yet she was able to do it and not faint. The winged blonde saw again the remembered events, from the recent extraction, how she had to pull energy from the universe just to survive. But now that energy was slipping away, its purpose now fulfilled. She had to hurry.
"I'm taking care of your problem" the angel replied, her heavenly power seeping through her voice. There was nothing that was going to stop her from exacting justice and light upon the minions of hell who dared attack an innocent young human. A door prevented her from continuing her mission, so she did the only thing that came to her mind when that sort of thing happened:
She blasted the door.
"HEY!" Anna screamed, trying to catch up to her, only to have tunnel vision. "Yo-uugh… can't just rip apart things just like that! Doors have handles!" she grabbed her head, and found herself tumbling over her own two feet.
What is a handle? The blonde wondered, she had reached the upper floor, and looked at her surroundings, looking for a way out, but a breeze came in, bringing a foreign smell, and she followed it.
"Wa-ait!" The witch continued "where are you going?!"
"To deal with your enemies" she answered and walked, wings moving accordingly for her not to get them caught on something.
"Outside?! You can't go outside!" the young human wailed.
Her words were left unanswered as the angel found the source of the breeze, an open door. Interesting. She wouldn't need to blast it.
"You're going to be seen!" Anna pleaded.
Too late, when she slightly recovered and looked up, the winged being was already outside.
"Gods, no! Please, NO!" Anna was getting desperate. If people saw a real actual angel, the consequences would be disastrous. She could feel her fucking lips turning white, whether that was from exhaustion or fear, she didn't know. It can't be from cold. We're in the middle of summer.
The angel looked around. The moon shone brightly on the sky, not a single cloud could be seen.
"Hello there" she said to the heavens.
When in home, she had always wondered what it would be like, to be down here instead of being up there. But there was no time for that, first things first, so she continued to walk around the property, looking at all places around her, feeling the wind, the energies, looking for the corner where the beasts went.
"Listen to me, please! You can't be out here! I'm not saying it just because-"
She felt the human's voice behind her as she closed on the fence and looked outside it. She found the corner. But since the destruction of a door had her summoner screaming in panic she decided not to destroy the metal in front of her, so instead she jumped it.
Anna saw how the angel just casually decided to jump the 2 yard tall fence and landed on her feet gracefully, her wings extending to their full wingspan, lowering the force of the fall. She got up, folded her wings, and walked quickly toward the corner.
No! Poor Anna thought, as she almost ran toward the gate and opened it, going for the renegade being in front of her. She looked around, completely taken over by panic but found the street completely empty, cars were parked but there was no sign of any activity, no windows with lights on, nothing, not even crickets or owls, only a small breeze. She had to take the angel back before someone came out and saw her.
The infamous corner was empty. There was nothing, no one. As much as the feathered blonde looked and felt, she couldn't find anything. Not even a trace for her to follow.
Where did they go? Did they teleported out of here or…..?
She walked a few more steps and looked at a black ash circle on the floor. She crouched and passed her hand above the mark and felt the dark, demonic energy still lingering. A pale finger touched the ashes and they hissed, she closed the finger to her nose and smelled:
Sulfur…always sulfur…and volcanic fire. The archdemon and the two imps. Hmm..gone without a trace. How did they…?
Then it hit her: they DID teleport out of here.
She cleaned her dirty finger and started the incantation in her native tongue; her wings fluffed up and rose toward the skies. It was almost like she was singing, her voice sounding strong, echoing through the empty streets. Her hands moved across the black circle, ashes raising and hissing as she stood, until finally vaporized, leaving only a grey circle on the ground. The blonde lowered herself to the floor, until leaning only on her hands and softly blew at the remains, snowflakes coming out, dragging the hellish leavings along with them.
She returned to her previous crouching position and laid a hand on the center on the circle, mumbled a few words and finally, raised herself, folded her wings and cleaned her hands. She had to purify this place, rid the street of the possibility of a full blown demonic portal seeping demons in and out of Earth, that would be a tremendous blow to the balance and that she could not permit.
On the other hand, it would allow (or force, more accurately) heaven to send her and other angels to deal with the problem. But why bother if she could deal with it at this instant? Now that it was solved…there was time to think about how the problem came to be in the first place.
How much energy and power did they take from Anna to be able to teleport out? That question alone made the situation worse than she thought. This wasn't a random attack. They knew from the start who and how to strike. Now the question is why. Did they want her for her abilities? What for? And most importantly: Who issued the order? What kind of demon would want something from Anna and why? The human hadn't made a deal with the devil or something like that, she would have felt such a thing. The magick user didn't have darkness in her heart; nor her art, or her skills.
She was running blind on this one. Maybe a more experienced angel would help Anna better, but then again, she needed the experience, that's the reason she answered this summoning in the first place. Besides, she wanted to visit Earth and saw what it's like to be here. See why many angels deterred to live human lives and sometimes outright refused to even be here in the way she was now. She was a capable Guardian and warrior, and didn't depend on physical weapons too.
So it was a win-win. Anna would have the protection that was requested, and she'd grow more experienced AND learn about Earth at the same time.
Speaking of Anna, wher-?
She felt herself be turned and slammed forcefully against the wall, slamming her wings with the blow. The blonde angel closed her eyes in reflex as the strength that shoved her was surprising, as she actually felt pain, her wings were crushed by her back and the wall. Damnit! What in the-?!
When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring at FURIOUS teal ones and a very pale face and almost blue lips.
"Now you are going to hear me out, you damn feathered thing! Since you refuse to listen to me, I'll make this easy for you and put it this way: you care for your precious balance, right? So here it is! Your little stunt may cost the balance everything. This isn't the old days when humans, creatures, demons and angels all walked the Earth together and at the same time; this is the fucking 21st century. Here, at least 95% of the population is composed of humans, muggle-ordinary-not-believing-in-magick-nor-supernatural-things-all-is-science-humans! If someone looks at a person that has actual living breathing wings, all hell breaks loose, they realize that there is something beyond their precious everything-has-a-logical explanation-mindset and the moment that happens, you can kiss your balance goodbye! Order ceases to be, and chaos starts to rule.
The same comes if they see anyone making magick, if they see light, sparkles, rays of magical things coming out of someone's hands or something like that your balance is FUCKED!
So if you value your goddamn balance at all, you'll start by listening to me and not do the things I tell you not to, like stepping outside my house with your wings outside flapping around and doing magick in the middle of the street, is that clear?!"
The angel found herself shocked and paralyzed at the sudden relentless words of the one that summoned her, who still had the strength to actually keep her pinned. How did she manage to do that, the feathered one had no idea but didn't want to risk finding out what else she might do, now that the witch was boiling in anger, her face, her voice, even her aura suddenly changed.
The feisty redhead left no room to discussion and the fact that she used the balance to get to her proved that she seriously had…what was the term? Oh, fucked up.
Angel or not, she felt rather vulnerable in the position she was in right now. Wings crushed, herself pinned, balance hanging on a thread, both of the witch's fists wrinkling her robe, she felt that she wouldn't stand a chance if she were to raise her hands and attempt to knock her summoner out, Anna's aura said it. If provoked, the redhead girl would have no mercy. She was about to call out her submission to the human when she felt the fists waver and the witch herself fell to the ground, eyes closed, breathing heavily, apparently fainted.
The angel felt herself free and looked at the fallen magical human, suddenly worried at the feeling of her spirit beginning to fade. She was dying.
The witch had finally exerted herself.
The sudden rush of strength must have been all that Anna had left. She lowered toward the young woman and settled her on her arms, ready to take her back into the house. Anna was not going to die. She wouldn't allow it. If she did, she would fade and return to heaven, having failed her mission, her chance to learn and help will be gone. No. Anna had to live, so she picked the witch up and set to walk her home when she remembered:
"you'll start by listening to me and not do the things I tell you not to, like stepping outside my house with your wings outside flapping around"
Shivering at the very recent memory, she gulped, and looked everywhere, not finding a soul in sight, she proceeded to hide her wings inside her back, wincing, since they were still hurting from the previous crush just a few seconds ago. Now looking like an ordinary person, she ran to Anna's house.
When she passed the front gate, she moved Anna more towards her chest and shoulder and raised her left hand towards the metal door, in order to close the gate with telekinesis but then remembered again, about the recent prohibition of power use.
….so instead, she settled Anna on her arms again, walked to the fence, and closed it with a sandaled foot.
Quickly, she went into the house, closed the door in the same way and started looking for the young one's room.
This whole place smells of her…..
Guided by the lingering energy and smell of Anna, she found her room, door apparently closed.
What was that thing she said before? Doors have what on them?
The witch was getting cold. She had to hurry.
With her back, she pushed the door open and surprisingly, it did. It wasn't closed properly. Oh Gods, thank you. Finally, she put Anna on the bed and then put one hand on the witch's head and another one on her heart. Her life source was fading away.
Not if I can help it.
So she started chanting again, just like she did outside, only this time, she prayed for the young soul that she was now in charge of. She was feeling the magick come from her and seep into the dying body. The hand on the head moved towards the heart, and both of them lingered there. She saw Anna groan and twist her face in pain. That possession still left traces of demonic energy inside her body, it had to be taken out or the witch would suffer in the long term.
And so, her hands went into Anna's chest, her complaining was louder this time. Suddenly, the angel felt dizzy, her chanting slurring a little. What the… She felt the pain and the weakness the human currently felt, but didn't let it get to her, she closed her eyes and continued to chant, to pray, to heal. When she took her hands out, Anna gasped in relief, and the blonde looked at her hands and arms, covered in black thick woo, she closed her fists forcefully and all of it was vaporized, but the dark energy still lingered, so she went toward the large window, pushed it open and shook her hands, riding them of the remains, although some of it splat into her face.
"Oh Gods…yuck" Good thing it didn't enter her eye. She cleaned that remain with a finger and shook her hand outside, all the dark energy falling into the ground, to be recycled by the planet.
She saw and felt movement ahead and looked, at the distance was a person walking, followed by two more in strange clothes, what is that thing? She thought as the car passed along side them. More and more cars and people followed. Her sights fell on a kid, who looked at her curiously and waved. Unsure, the angel waved back and the small child smiled. A woman took him by the hand and pulled him away, but not without him waving again. She just raised her open palm at him, unsure of what else to do…
Maybe I should head back inside… And she did.
With the remains now cleared, there was only one thing left to do, the most important, for Anna to start her recovery, so the now wingless-blonde walked toward the sleeping redhead and went to her side. She decided to hop on the bed and for second time in that night, settled herself on top of the witch. She closed her face to the redhead's, and kissed Anna. It was slow at the start, careful, and then she licked Anna's lips, slightly opened, later to begin kissing the inside of Anna's mouth with her tongue. The angel didn't realize her wings had come out, and now were slightly unfurled and fluffled up, their glow illuminating the room. She continued to lick Anna's lips and then nuzzled the sides of head with her own, she stopped when a gasp came from the humid lips.
The witch looked at her, eyes opened only in half, still weak but now very much alive, and blinked. "You never told me your name"
She folded her wings on her back, and they made a flap flap sound on it as she smirked. As if I'd tell you…
"You can call me Elsa"
"Elsa" Anna repeated, eyes growing out of focus as she fell asleep "Elsa….."
And finally, sleep claimed the redhead witch that had summoned her.
Elsa tilted her head and passed a hand on the side of the human's cheek. Curiosity filled her features. So this is what a human looks like….And she continued to pass the hand until it rested on top on Anna's chest, and felt the soft, now steady heartbeat. …..and how a human feels like.
Elsa was sitting on the small couch at the side of the witch's bed, an arm supporting her face, legs crossed, wings opened up, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sit on the thing, and watched the slow rise and fall of Anna's chest. Her mind was wondering on the recent events since her summoning. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't worried. Especially now that she had been so close to accept submission to the human.
Angels were prideful creatures, and not without reason. They were the children of the Gods. All the knowledge the universe had to offer was theirs to learn. Their skills were perfected even further with each eon that passed.
And so, it was extremely hard for an angel to admit a mistake, or to apologize. Many creatures said that if an angel ever said "I was wrong" it meant judgment day had arrived.
So, for an angel to accept submission was to accept that (s)he was accepting to be inferior. And to forego their freedom and free will, even if they didn't truly had free will.
Elsa sighed.
She had been lucky that her 'owner' was such a klutz. She still retained everything. Her pride, her freedom, herself…..
Oh yeah, she heard tales of magicians that did the summoning exactly as it had to be done to ensure an angel's complete and total submission. Different herbs and materials, athame covered in a demon's blood, and the correct pronunciation of the enochian spells, designed to make the feathered beings quiver in fear. With the hexagram in place, the heavenly being would have nowhere to go and would find itself trapped, then, the magician would….
Elsa shivered and closed her eyes, stopping that train of thought. She felt a strong nervous thumping coming from her chest and put a hand over it. Oh, that's right….She had a heart now too.
SNORE.
The blonde jumped. What the FUCK was that?!
Anna turned and laid on her side, facing Elsa, arms moving above her head and legs spreading to cover the whole bed…and snored again.
"Oh…." Her feathers aligned themselves again, no longer scared.
A soft snore, followed by mumbled words came from the witch's mouth. Elsa could not help but giggle. She settled on the couch again, now aware that the sound was coming from her summoner. The angel moved her head to the side and watched curiously as Anna was starting to drool.
"Meow?" Olaf suddenly jumped and landed on Elsa's legs.
"What the..?" What is this thing?
"Meowww"
"Olaf?" The blonde confirmed.
"Mmmm"
Elsa started petting him, earning a deep purr. "Alright"
With the sound and vibrations coming from the cat's chest, the angel looked at the redhead again, and wondered again to her previous thoughts.
She was lucky that her summoner was such a klutz. And then again, the witch was lucky that she had gotten her as a Guardian. What would have happened if an older, more experienced and less interested angel and taken her place?
Wow. Well, apathy would have been the first thing. That angel would probably dislike being here on Earth and Anna would have serious issues in controlling the being. And that's assuming she still had some sense of control over the creature. Then, since the summoning was screwed up, the angel would proceed to tease the young redhead and attempt to possess the human, learning all that she knew, therefore, anticipating to any attempt at domesticating the angel, effectively preventing it, and maybe even reverse it.
The only time that the angel would have to worry would be the time that the human came to be under attack. Any harm that came to the summoner eventually affected the protector one way of the other. Death was unacceptable because it meant the end of the angel's playtime.
Damn. She could see it know. Poor young Anna growing desperate and trying to assume control of the winged creature, a small success would make the angel resentful, making it look for a way to get around the witch and regain whatever little freedom it lost.
"Yep", Elsa popped the 'p'. "You're lucky to have me, young one"
As the blonde continued to pop her lips in curiousness at the sound, she promised herself: she would have her fun eventually, but never with intent on harming little Anna.
It was a truly beautiful coincidence…that she got a summoner that would let her be free, and Anna got an angel that actually worried about her. They were perfect for each other.
Olaf continued to purr until he fell asleep, and Elsa turned to the open window and looked at the sun coming from behind the buildings, signaling the start of a new day, and her relationship with the human on the bed.
The angel looked at the witch, and smiled, realizing the few white hairs that were on the magick user's head, signaling the connection she was forming with Anna, but oblivious of what was to come out of it….
This was originally meant to be uploaded on Tuesday, as a gift to you all in celebration of Trump's defeat but…yeah.
As the world realizes that the US voted in favor of racism, homophobia, bigotry and many other horrible things, I now quote Liesl Schillinger:
"There has never been a more urgent time for writers to write, for filmmarkers to film, for creative idealists to raise our sights higher"
Good luck for us all…we will need it.