Keila couldn't think, couldn't move as the celestial being stared down at her, crystal eyes boring into honey ones. The grip on her shoulders were tight, almost to the point where it hurt, but not quite there. The aching in her legs caused a slight quiver, but whatever the angel had casted over her, Keila couldn't move even if she tried. Her eyes were wide, irises barely peeking out behind her blown pupils.
This is it. I'm going to die. I'm actually going to die.
Keila always believed that if she ever faced the threat of death, that she would welcome it with open arms, beckoning it. She'd prayed for it countless times when her father would beat her, torture her, manipulate her to do all the nasty things that she regretted, but now that it was a breath away, she was terrified.
The angel in front of her didn't move, his stoic body an inch away from hers, as he stared her down. His cerulean eyes started at the top of her head, taking in the dark chocolate waves that tumbled down past her shoulders and to the middle of her back. He studied her face carefully, smooth tanned skin, thick dark brows, honey brown eyes surrounded by long lashes, a slightly crooked nose, a small bump in the middle of the bridge, full pink lips, and a prominent jawline.
He eyes continued to move south, taking in her glistening, slender neck, slightly broad shoulders and athletic build. His eyes focused in on her chest, at least that what it looked like to the woman before him. However, he was looking at what was beneath her perky bosom. A glowing vortex that was centered in her body, like a black hole. His eyes furrowed at what he saw.
Every living creature on this planet had a soul, some eternal, some transient. And, each soul started out the same. A beautiful pearl white, unblemished as they resided in heaven, waiting for their vessel to be born. However, due to the Fall of Man, when the souls were placed in their vessels, there color became dimmed, and a slight grayish hue takes over. Each soul different, depending on how the creature leads their life.
Animal souls retained their purity, hardly ever being splotched with the darkness of the world. Humans varied in different shades of gray, those of faith retaining some of their original pearliness, those who strayed obtaining more dark spots, so on and so forth. There were many who contained dark masses spread throughout their soul, nearly pitch black masses encompassing their soul. The supernatural creatures of this realm, some of them were born without souls, but most of them were humans that chose that path. Those souls carried different colors, red, blue, green, each color pertaining to the line of creature that they were.
But, the soul that the angel was examining now, was something that he'd never seen before. Most souls, when viewed, the dark spots of evil are like stains, that can be washed away when the belief of God is accepted, but this soul, it wasn't covered in stains. It started out nearly black in the center, before it gradually faded out, from dark gray, to light gray, to off white, to its pearl white color of an untouched soul.
His dark brows furrowed as he looked back at the woman's terrified eyes. Even though her pupil were large, he could see the unnatural glow of her flaxen eyes, thinly veiled behind simplistic brown. This was not a normal human being. He cocked his head to the side, eyes squinting slightly as he tried to dig into her mind. He was shocked when he felt resistance, a massive wall covered in thick chains barring his entrance. He reeled back, looking down at the woman, his large lips shrinking into a thin line.
"What. Are. You?" Keila flinched at his rough voice, as the grip on her shoulders tightened. She looked into his eyes, glowing with immense power. She could feel it crackling beneath his skin, the pale blue coils tugging and pulling against his vessel, the air around them filling with static energy, ready to be expelled at his beck and call. Keila swallowed, her mouth so dry that it felt like her tongue felt like sand paper.
"I'm nothing." Her voice was weak, tears shining in her eyes as she stared at the powerful being before her. Keila had heard that entire life, it had been ingrained in her since she was a toddler. She was nothing. She mattered to no one. You ain't nothing, child. Nothing that no one would miss. Not even a blip in this world's history. You. Are. NOTHING. Her father's harsh words bounced around her head as she looked at the angel before her, his brows still drawn together. He released his grip on her shoulders, taking a step back. Keila didn't know if she was still frozen in place because of him, or because of her own fear, but she didn't move as the angel studied her.
"You are lying." It happened so fast, that Keila didn't even register the hand that was wrapped around her throat, before it was too late. She feebly latched both of her hands on the strong wrist as her eyes bore into the hard eyes of the angel. She didn't try to pull his hand away, she knew that it would be futile, so her hands just tangled around his wrist, brushing against his bloodied trench coat. His grip on her throat wasn't too restricting, her breathing ragged, pulling just enough air into her lungs to keep her conscious, but uncomfortable.
He pulled her close to him, until her nose was brushing his. She felt no air coming from him, his body still. His crystal eyes glared into her amber ones, before the grip around her neck tightened ever so slightly. It was only then, that she felt his warm breath break across her skin as he spoke.
"You will not lie to me again. Now, tell me. What are you?" The angel kept her at this uncomfortably close position, his eyes never leaving her. She sucked in a deep breath, squinting her eyes closed. The angel could see the movements underneath her eyes lids, rapidly moving back and forth. When she opened them again, they were a sickening yellow, the brown all but gone from her irises.
"Let me show you." Her voice was small, but it didn't waver as she spoke. She lowered one hand from his wrist, raking across his shoulder and down his other arm, until she latched onto his other wrist, gingerly pulling it up to her forehead. She stared into his hard eyes as she clenched his fist in her hand, leaving his pointer and middle finger extended, before she pressed them to her forehead.
The minute that his fingers touched her sweaty forehead, it was like a dam had burst. Memories poured into the angel's mind, a man ripping an infant from its mother, the mother being pinned to a ceiling before it burst into flames. The next was of the man and toddler training, the man throwing the child into trees, blood pouring from the child's head. Then, multiple images of them standing in front of burning houses, each incasing a different family. Scenes continued to flash through the angel's mind, an entire life flashing from one person to another in mere seconds.
Keila released the grip on his wrist, and both of their hands fell away. Tears were streaking her tanned cheeks as she looked up at the angel, both of their eyes glowing in the dark. Her lips quivered as she stared at the angel, her throat tightening underneath his hold. He continued to stare at her, as his mind wrapped around what he had just seen. The grip on her throat slackened, before his hand dropped to his side. He continued to examine her, their bodies still extremely close to one another. Keila rubbed her neck gingerly, pulling her dark hair away from the nape and massaging it gently. She sucked in a deep breath, holding it, then exhaling as she dropped her hand.
"I….I don't know what I am. But, I know what my father was. I didn't want this. I never asked for this life. I'm sorry." Her composure broke, sobs breaking from deep within her chest. Her body was racked with sobs as she threw her hands over her face, loudly sobbing into them. Years of pent up emotion broke free, the waves causing Keila to crash to her bruised knees. She continued to bawl, her body shaking with each fit of crying. Her throat became hoarse, from the silent screams that tore through her body, her head pounding from the pressure that built up behind her eyes. She pulled her hands away from her face, placing them on the ground and leaning over as she dry-heaved from crying so hard.
She tried to suck in air, but her body was betraying her mind. She got small gulps of air, her heart hammering against her rib cage. Her entire body shook as the emotions tore through her. She didn't know how long it took for her to recover, but when she did, she remembered that it just wasn't her in the woods. She felt heat rise to her splotchy face, embarrassment flooding through her body. She kept her head down, and peered through her curtain of hair, looking for the celestial being. Her eyebrows raised when she didn't see his vessel's feet, and she swallowed her pride and lifted her head up.
She sat alone in the forest, no sign of the angel. She sucked in a shuddering breath, staring straight ahead, her hands in her lap. She didn't know how long she sat on the damp forest floor, but she only decided to move when the sun began to peek through the tree's canopy.
Slowing pushing herself onto her heels, Keila rose to her feet, dark wet spots on her knees. She brushed her long hair away from her face, wrapping her arms around her body, before heading towards her car. As she walked away, she was oblivious to the pair of cerulean eyes that watched her leave.
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