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Angelica
Chapter 6: Angels and Demons
P.O.V.: Narration- Angelica's 'book'.
Setting: Bubbles, Boomer, and Angelica's house. Bubbles and Boomer are now 37, and Angelica is now 16. This is where the story now takes place officially(In the past). This is where we shall be remaining from now on… for a while anyway. Enjoy!
P.S.: This is a section of a 'book' Angelica is reading…
Deep in a trench lying in the foulest region of the Earth, laid the tomb of the Demons. A place so foul, no human could go near it. The stench reeked of blood, decay and immoral acts, and evil laughter could be heard from every corner of the trench.
Walls of slime and blood trickled along the trench's walls, all the way to the pit of it, where a raging fire of loathsome evil lay, captivating unlucky travelers to their deaths where the demons would feast upon their meat.
No one entered here and survived. Not a soul.
Everyone who was smart enough stood away, fearing it. Some thought it was a legend and convinced themselves that it was just being 'respectful' by not going their. In their hearts, they prayed it wasn't real.
But…everyone knew it was.
In this trench, sat demons of every creed. It was their gathering place, sort of like a club house. Demons of red skin, blue skin and green skin alike. Demons who looked reptilian. Demons who looked mammalian, and even demons who looked like blobs, restored here.
But, lets not forget the demons that looked like humans. They came here as well, joining in the fun. Those demons, although appearing human, were nothing but pure evil. Their teeth, all of them, were like daggers, and their eyes glowed hideous and contrasting colors not known to man.
Why was this place a get together for demons?
For centuries, people had given it a bad name. everyone that passed the trench cursed it, sending negative energy towards it none stop.
Before anyone understood what they were doing, they subconsciously made it the worst place on Earth, filled with negative energy and beaming with darkness.
The demons, seeing this, saw it as a great place to put a portal from hell into the human world, thus allowing their entry.
They enjoyed the place so much, bathed in it's negative energy the humans had put into it, that they made it their permanent portal entry. There, for centuries, even up until now, they feverishly suckled about their way, giving thanks to their Evil King, and frivolously partying like maniacs.
They decorated it with human and demon blood alike, along with the raging fires that captivated human victims into the trench, if they happened to be stupid enough to avoid the legend's warning entirely, dare go near it, and spot the hellish fire.
They also decorated rather effectively by placing heads of humans on sticks and shoving them into the walls of the trench- their to stay and admire forever.
Gruesome sights delighted them, made their black hearts soar.
They enjoyed what they did, and knew they couldn't be stopped.
However, not only was this place a celebration ground…it was also a training ground.
By being on Earth, they were also one step closer to heaven, and they wished nothing more than to gain access to heaven and destroy it.
That would never happen. They couldn't go into heaven without dying themselves.
However…they still dreamt of it.
They'd do anything to satisfy their cravings and wishes that could never be. But what could they do?
…How could they affect heaven negatively, the place of all positivism?
Well… it turns out, that they happened to discover a secret. A secret, in which, was supposed to never be found out by demons at all. This secret, happened to be the Tale of The Ancient Ones.
The Tale of The Ancient Ones, was no fairytale at all. It happened to be real. What was it?
Well…
It just so occurred, that to make the world a better place, improve things for the better, and make sure humans and life forms alike stood on the right path, every so often would God send down one of his followers to the Earth. These were no ordinary followers. These were the most loyal, most obedient, most self sacrificing and loving beings aside from God himself. His Angels.
Every so often, these beings of vast and infinite light, would be sent down to Earth to help. They would take human form and do whatever it was that God had sent them to do, always taking orders from the Almighty.
The demons learned of this and LOATHED it. They loathed the fact that heaven could gain such EASY access to Earth, and they, who couldn't until just a few centuries ago, couldn't.
They swelled in hellish retaliation, and were determined to get back at heaven somehow for this.
So…what did they do?
Killed.
They didn't stay in their trench anymore. No. they ventured out into the world, slowly, bit by bit.
These demons enjoyed terrorizing people, they simply ate it up! But…that wasn't their real agenda for leaving their trench.
…their real goal was to find these angels sent to Earth and KILL them. Any way they could, they'd try to.
The human looking demons ventured out and acted normal- in fact, one the trust of everyone. They used this trust to pry information from them, see if they knew any clues as to where these Ancient Ones, these Angels were. Or, perhaps, they had found one. Once they did, they'd kill them, and anyone associated with them. That was their way.
Other demons were less kind and deceiving, but more rambunctious and reckless- killing everyone and everything in their path- hoping to kill Ancient Ones along the way. From time to time, they actually succeeded…
The poor Angels, who were no where near as powerful in Earth form than in Angel form, were murdered, time and time again, sent back to heaven, failed in completing their journey on Earth…
To this day, these demons still arise to terrorize innocent people and destroy any 'Ancient One' or Human Angel they could find…
They delight in it, find pleasure in it.
The Ancient Ones can never see them coming, although gifted with immense spiritual gifts beyond those of normal men or women. Since they are demons, the total opposite of Ancient Ones, they cannot be discerned so quickly.
Which is a fault, perhaps the one fault that Ancient Ones had. The fact their psychic abilities couldn't see these demons come, just like demons couldn't be sure WHERE to find the Ancient Ones. It was all a big guessing game…
However, time after time again, the demons have succeeded in killing off the Ancient Ones, forcing them to retreat back into heaven.
And the worst part is? No one can stop them…
P.O.V.: Bubbles
All day today, I watched Angelica very closely. She knew how I felt now.
And I was ashamed of myself…so ashamed.
However, the same questions and thoughts continued to bug my mind annoyingly like a mosquito bite.
She wandered around the house airily, cleaning even though no one had ordered her to, always smiling, humming a sweet tune. She also spent some time in her room. Reading, she said. Reading away like the good little scholar she'd become, right?
Deception! Deception to my eyes! She appeared so sweet, but her thoughts…could they be as sweet as her outside self? Isn't it impossible? The Doctor had said so!
She was a witch- a demoness here to … to cast voodoo spells on us all- claim to be good, but swear to be bad.
B-But…
This is my DAUGHTER. I love her- I can't suspect her of being evil! She's never done one evil thing to prove my theory correct! I felt like the evil one.
Boomer stood in his study- or rather 'art room'. it was where we both spent time doing anything relating to art.
He was painting most of the day away when I entered the room, my face pale as a ghost. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, my hands behind me as well.
His back was towards me, he was holding the paintbrush to the canvas, making dark, deep strokes of red that littered the sunset he was painting. It was beautiful..
"…hm?" he mumbled out, acknowledging my presence. My eyes shined, lost, completely lost and staring at his back without really seeing him.
My mind was on Angelica.
Always on Angelica..
"…Angelica wants to go out." I suddenly blurt out, and I didn't like the sound of my voice in my ears. I sounded so shaken, so utterly pathetic in every way.
I hadn't realized it, but I did now- I was shivering ever so slightly. It wouldn't go away, no matter how many times I told myself it was Summer and I wasn't cold.
Boomer stopped painting and spun around to look at me, his eyes tight with disbelief.
"Go out? After what happened yesterday? At Hudson Park? With my good for nothing father? I don't think so!" he exclaims and I gulp, closing my eyes.
Boomer had told me everything last night before I passed out at 8 O'clock.
Mojo jojo had done the 'damage' to Angelica and was to blame for the dirt cloud and the ray gun. Boomer also mentioned he hadn't found back when Boomer attacked him, instead, clung to a strange, but beautiful flower…
Which was absurd. Since when does Mojo like flowers?
"I know." I agree with him, my eyes still close, my head pounding, "I told her I'd talk to you about it."
He growls lowly and faces his painting again.
"I don't get it- she may be able to heal quickly- but that doesn't mean it's safe to just waltz on out of here and act like nothing happened-"
"…I agree." I interrupt, "But, she said she wanted to go out, said she needed time to spend outside."
"Then tell her she can spend all the time she wants in the backyard." Boomer hissed, his parental instincts over the top today and yesterday, "I really don't want her out of my sight."
"…Boomer, again, I agree with you. But…sight? You've been in here, all day long, painting. What sight?" I snap slightly, although, it's true.
I didn't want Angelica to go anywhere.
He stops painting, because he had started again and looks at me over his shoulder, his eyes angered.
"…Excuse me, but I have to get this done Bubbles." he informs me and then looks back at the painting. I sigh, feeling bad I snapped like that. I knew he had to get it done- I knew exactly what it felt like. I was an artist myself! What was going on with me today?
I walked up behind him, not caring that his outfit was dirty with dried and new paint, and wrapped my arms around his chest, leaning my cheek on his shoulder affectionately.
"I know Boomer…I know." I whisper and he sighs and turns his head just enough to peck me on the lips.
"…Bubbles." he cooed gently, making it a term of endearment, his eyes light on mine. However, they get slightly concerned and he looks away, towards his painting again.
I stare at it with him.
"…You think I'm…I'm being a bit over protective?" he questions, insecurity in his voice and I shake my head no, letting go of him and straightening up.
"No. I feel the same way…I feel like you're taking the right approach to this." I enforce and nod solemnly and he just frowns, not looking at me.
"But…she's all healed and ready to go…I feel like I'm holding her back, I mean, if she can recover from that then, what's there to worry about, right?' his eyes tighten and he violently starts to paint again, making the sunset a bit more intense in color- like his feelings.
I shake my head no quickly, almost neurotically.
"No! This is right! We SHOULD be worried for her! There IS something to worry about! I-It's not normal Boomer. Yes, I'm grateful she's healed but…but… no one can do that! No one at all! It's…it's not right." I yell out, and can feel the heat on my face, chest, and even in my words. Boomer looks towards me now, stops painting.
His eyes are analyzing mine, processing my words…
I-I didn't like the look he was giving me…
What? Did … didn't he agree? Did he think I was … wrong?
"Bubbles…are you…trying to say you're not h-happy she healed so quickly?"
I bite my lip and look away, my heart quickening. I was so tense…
"No- I am. I think. I don't know! I'm not sure if…if it's a good thing." I admit, my voice feeling so pathetic, like a scared mouse. Boomer lets his hand stop lingering near the painting and it slowly drops to his side, his hands gripping onto the paint brush tightly.
His eyes narrow at me, not understanding, taking it the wrong way…
I embraced for the impact that was to come.
"Are you trying to say you don't WANT Angelica to me Alive!" he accused me, his voice raising, infuriation in his words and I wince at those words…
It made me think…was that what I was getting at?
'YOU'RE A HORRIBLE MOTHER! SEE WHAT YOU DO? YOU WANT YOUR CHILD DEAD? WHY MUST SHE BE GOOD OR EVIL? WHY CAN'T SHE JUST BE ANGELICA- YOUR DAUGHTER! You…you good for nothing bitch!' I mentally cursed at myself and covered my face with my hands.
I didn't know what to say. I was so frightened to say the wrong thing. Boomer- the love of my life- already thought wrongly of what I meant- already interpreted it harshly…
If I screw up any more, he might just get up and leave me, taking Angelica with him, claiming I'm unfit to be a mother.
No. that couldn't happen!
"…Boomer." I begin, my breathing shaky- just like my mind, "Of course not. I'd n-never mean that."
"you hesitated. How come you hesitated? Had to think about it, huh?" he notices and I try to inhale a calm breath. I couldn't breath right, tears started to form in my eyes as I let my hands drop from my face and at my sides. They were in tight, strong fists.
"Boomer." I say, more determinedly, "You interpreted it wrong. I never meant that! I LOVE Angelica! With all my heart! H-how can you accuse me of thinking something like that?" I cry out, getting emotional now, tears helplessly leaking from my eyes.
I had not thought such a thing at all. I had thought other horrible things, but nothing so horrible as that…
No, nothing.
I needed my Angelica alive and breathing.
"then what the FUCK are you trying to say Bubbles, hm?" growled Boomer who folded his arms, looking very pissed off, offended, and defensive of his daughter.
I couldn't believe this- we were fighting over something like our own daughter. A perfect person in every way. It was ABURD and I felt like a moron for bringing it up!
"I…I meant…I'm worried about her! She's…she's not normal Boomer. What if these powers of hers are bad? What if she hides behind the perfection? What if she's secretly plotting against us? Have you ever seen the movie The Bad Seed? Rhoda, the little girl, appears beautiful and perfect, putting an air on for EVERYONE…when secretly, she's the most evil, conniving, little thing to ever walk the Earth! She killed two people in that movie! Who's to say that couldn't be our Angelica!" I scream out…not meaning to, but it all just came out- like a waterfall flows effortlessly, or blood continuingly pumps into our bodies…
Boomer's face had dropped. He was staring at me, so baffled, so … upset that I had even uttered such things, that I couldn't help but cry more.
Guilt and regret sunk into my heart, making my chest feel like it was on fire…
w-what had I done?
We both hadn't heard it over my screams and sobbing, but the door to the room had opened.
Slowly, Boomer looked over towards it…
And so did I.
I covered my mouth, my eyes blurry from my tears of sorrow and remorse.
There, stood Angelica, her outfit changed from nightwear to daywear. She wore a light blue tank top and a white skirt that flowed out to her knees, with a pair of white ballerina flats and, of course, her aqua gemstone necklace. However, even though she looked stunning… her face, was that of.. of utter betrayal. I had never seen it so upset before, so shattered, so completely heart broken.
Yet, she still did not cry.
Her eyes gleamed with pain as she stared at …me in particular.
"…Angelica.." I breathed out, not knowing what to say, my voice sounding like it never even said anything- like I was out of breath.
She just blinked, her eyes still pained, yet, they changed almost instantly…
Now, they were understanding. Now, they were knowing…and her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly.
"…I came to tell you both I'm heading out." she spoke, her voice perfectly calm, as if nothing had happened. However, you could tell by the hidden look in her eyes how much it hurt… and I was so upset and guilty for it. It was thanks to me that pain was hidden in those eyes.
She forced a sad smile on her face and slowly walked away.
I heard the front door of the house open and close, and there was no doubt in my mind that she had heard the whole sinful thing- the whole conversation between Boomer and I about her…
But most importantly, she had heard of my accusations, my harsh words, my immoral speech towards her….
I was the one who was evil and sinful.
Me…
Bubbles.
ABOUT 30 MINUTES LATER…
P.O.V.: Angelica (FIRST TIME!)
I stood there, the wind blowing my hair comfortingly into the air, the sun gleaming down onto me, trying to warm me up and brighten my day.
It was no use.
I was usually so strong- so very strong…
But not now.
This…this wasn't the plan!
I fell down onto my knees and grasped the grass with my hands, my head bent towards the ground, my eyes closed tight.
I…I mustn't let it get the best of me. I mustn't over react…
I mustn't cry. I mustn't…
The wind whips up harder- urging me to calm down, to release this degrading energy I was feeling from my soul.
The sun seemed to beam even brighter, making my skin even warmer…to let me know everything would be okay.
Would it be? Really, in general, would it be?
I had thought so. All this time. I admit, I had thought so. Why shouldn't I? I was always provided for, always loved, cherished, and adored.
Like it was supposed to be. Like it was planned to be.
I needed this plan to work out. I-if it didn't, I would just be like every other one- every other who failed…
What a pathetic excuse for a good servant. I could not let that occur.
I needed to stay strong. I mustn't cry.
B-but…her words hurt like daggers- both to my heart and my soul.
How far and outlandish those ideas sounded to my mind..
Me? A murder? Since when was this likely?
It was more likely for birds to start talking in human voices than for me to ever commit a sin such as that!
I sucked in a much needed breath of fresh air, the green of the grass stabilizing me and my Heart Chakra.
Green- the color of the Heart Chakra. Chakras- if you do not know- are your energy centers that travel up your spine. Each one represents different aspects of you, and is represented by different colors. When all the Chakras are balanced, one can be under Divine influence, and be Enlightened.
Green and Pink are the colors of the Heart Chakra, and the Heart Chakra represents unconditional love.
I felt like my Heart Chakra needed some healing, and the green of the grass allowed me to do just that.
I felt restored as I stared at it.
However…
My thoughts raced back to my previous way of thinking.
This noble path I am taking cannot be disrupted. I must complete it. If I do, it will benefit all. If I do not, I will feel unworthy..
I definitely can complete my mission. I have everything to do it. I know exactly what'll happen, how it'll happen, when it'll happen, and what to expect…
h-however…
What just happened was not what I had planned. No…
Not at all. That was never in the plan. Mother believing I am evil?
Never in the plan.
The only way…for something unexpected to occur was if… a certain creature got involved…
Interrupted my journey. My mission. Made bad things happen so I couldn't complete it…
"…Well, well, well…look what we have here." I scratchy, menacing male voice speaks up from behind me.
By now, I am much more calm, and I get up off my knees, straightening my back and staring forward, not needing to turn around to see what it was…
I was currently right near the volcano Mojo Jojo's lair was situated at, and I was facing it.
The wind blew as if to warn me, and it urged me to turn around…the sun beamed on me protectively.
I slowly turned around, my eyes knowing and powerful now. I wasn't too surprised when I laid eyes on him…
"…Pryo." I state, my voice clear and calm as I look into his ever so dark eyes, "…so we meet."
He smirks wide and big, showing off his hideous teeth- sharp as daggers…
Pyro was slightly taller than myself, and had darker than midnight black hair that parted in the center, with bangs similar to my father's only messier- and pitch black, lifeless eyes. His skin was as pale as death and he had a strange and foreign black tattoo on his forehead- right in between his bangs.
He wore, unsurprisingly, all black- and had his hand in a fist, held on his hip, his eyes glaring over at me as he smirked.
"You know me, eh? Guess you're smarter than I thought." he snickered uncaringly. The wind never stopped blowing.
"…Pyro. It was you…wasn't it?" I stare at him, my eyes borrowing into his dead ones. I was reading into him- the way I always did with everyone and everything.
He snickered more at this and folded his arms, a look of mischief on his face.
"Was me? What was me?" he tried to dilute me of my knowledge, but I stood my ground and he stared at his finger nails, as if he never did a thing.
"…Speak, don't fiddle." I command, my voice authoritative, "You poisoned my mother's mind…with lies." my eyes narrow slightly at him. Yes…
I could see it now…it was him who had done it.
He stopped smiling mischievously and looked at me, not his fingernails- which were highly uncared for, may I add.
The look of death washed over his features, his eyelids lowering dully, creepily.
I nether flinched nor smiled.
I was very careful…very careful in approaching this matter. I knew he knew what I was…
"Well…" he straightened up, lifting up his chin slightly, putting his hands at his sides now, or rather, fists.
"If you insist, then I shall." he smiles venomously and I stare at him, knowing he wanted to say more.
"I don't think I'd refuse a request from you, since you asked so kindly." he smiles with his teeth now and literally starts to float mid-air, folding his legs while doing so, acting like he's sitting on something in the air.
I just blink, and can't help but smile now.
My confidence was increasing now, all my chakras balanced yet again. It felt good to know the cause of my Mother's unplanned behavior.
Perhaps I could stop it.
Pyro…he seemed deadly, but…I sensed something was different about him than most of his kind. Perhaps, if I was lucky, or strong enough, I could purify him as well…
"Pyro, can I ask you a very hard question?" I ask sweetly, gently, and cautiously, taking a few steps towards him. His eyes narrowed, watching my approach with careful eyes.
He was very tense now, anxious almost.
I doubt he's been this close to one of my kind before…
Or even a human for that matter.
I stop a few feet away from and smile a bit more, showing off my own pearly whites.
"…Why are you evil?" I didn't wait for him to give me the okay to ask the question, or else he'd be here all day.
I watched him with gentle and expectant eyes, waiting…
I saw his eyebrows raise for a second, looking like he'd consider it….but then, he growls out like a tiger and in moments, transforms in front of my eyes into a Panther- black and sleek- and pounces at me, roaring all the while.
My eyebrows raise in mild shock. I didn't panic- I let him come to me.
I wasn't afraid of him…
He aggressively knocked me down and pinned me down, my arms outstretched on the grass, staring down into my eyes remorselessly…or so it seemed.
The wind whistled harshly- warning- trembling the trees and making the grass shiver for me.
Yet, I remained calm. I simply stared at him, my lips unwilling to pull away from the soft smile on my face. The one that didn't show any teeth- just a genuine smile.
His body was hot and over heated, and his breath was just the same as he stared down at me, hate in every out breath…
And yet, when he inhaled, he inhaled me- which was love.
"…answer me." I continued to smile, and he growled louder now- and…
I giggled at it.
I knew he didn't have an answer- which is what irked him.
I knew he was simply following orders- never questioning those orders. Just like me- only… I knew one thing. I was right, good, and just to follow my Master's orders.
He, unfortunately, wasn't.
Not to anyone, not even himself.
Yet, slowly, he calmed down, his breathing becoming more mellow…and he looked into my eyes- really looked into them.
I looked back.
I knew from the moment I looked into them before that he had potential…and now I saw for sure I was correct. He did.
His eyes were getting softer- less violent…until… he realized he was giving in to me.
He suddenly growled and clawed me across the face and then got up off of me, glaring at me harshly, with a satisfied look on his face.
I blinked, my own eyes widening at this.
I wasn't in pain- no…not really. The scratch bled gently down my cheeks and onto my lip a bit, but it would heal. My wounds always would.
What surprised me most was the fact…he had stopped.
Usually, once a demon starts his violent antiques, he only stops once he's completely killed his victim…
Yet another thing that proved he could be purified.
I smiled at that and sat up slowly, my face healing within seconds…and I wiped away the blood gently with my hands.
He just glared.
"…Be grateful I didn't spill your guts onto the stupid ass grass…" his eyes narrowed, deathly and intimidating, "…Ancient One."
And with that, he ran off, still a Panther, and teleported away once I was on my feet, staring up at the sky…
Yes…I am Ancient One…making me…
An Angel.
OOOOH! :D YOU FOUND YOUR ANSWER EVERYONE! Ha ha- I hope you liked this chapter! I wanted to add Mojo Jojo too buuut…I decided to wait. We can have them next chapter! ;D Hope some mysteries were solved! But no worries- there'll be a bunch of other fun stuff next time to keep you on your toes! Next chapter, we'll see more about what happens with Angelica and Mojo and Boomer and Bubbles' talk…Sorry for any spelling mistakes! Please review! Thanks a BUNCH! :D