Everyone stared at the archangel. Those gathered agreed that the two worlds shown could never be more apart. On one side, were three of the children of Satan. They were surrounded by shadows and blinded by the light that emitted from the other two. The two angels of heaven. Gabriel glanced over the class, sensing the sins that were buried like parasites into their very souls. The sins that sat and stagnated their souls, rotting them from their cores out. Then there was the child of Zarathos. He watched her intently, her head bowed to avoid eye contact with him due to his higher rank, as was tradition with angels. He smirked and looked back towards his foul, unholy niece who stood before him defiantly.
"So, tell me, my foul niece, why are you doing this?" He asked her. She glared at him, the darkness of her home surrounding and tainting her in his opinion. He waited for her to respond.
"I'm training this lot to help them learn control. Once they establish control, they can seize control of their lives and make their own choices." She said. He almost laughed. Of course she would think he was referring to the class of half-breeds and sinners. He shook his head briefly before looking at her again.
"No. I mean, why do you keep acting like a demon when you're not?" He said. The class murmured at his words but continued to watch. "You are the child of an angel, why do you continue to hide in the shadows?" He asked her.
"I am the daughter of Satan. I am queen of the demons. I am not pretending to be a demon or hiding in the shadows." She snapped, her eyes glowing dangerously. Beside him, Michelangelo moved slightly. A hand stilled him. A slight shake of the head prevented him from attacking her. They had been sent merely to investigate, not to intervene.
"Little one, there is so much potential within you. You are the daughter of Evening's Dawn. There is a place for you in Paradise. All you need do is accept that you are an angel." He said. He waved his hand over her and the group stared in amazement as a part of Astarte they had never seen stepped forward and stood before them. Not only that, but the form behind it shifted and appeared more demonic. The angel was pale with dark purple hair. But she had no tail, wings of black and purple feathers and wore a purple blindfold. Gabriel smiled. "Sweet, compassionate Evening's Dawn. There's so much awaiting for you back in Paradise. Our lord is willing to welcome you back. Forget the spawn of the fallen one and return home, sweet sister." He said.
I wish I could Gabriel, but I belong with my daughter. She is the child of the Evening's Dawn and the Morning Star. And if she wishes, she will go to Paradise when she wants. But I will not leave her. As if to prove her point, the angel form faded and Astarte returned to normal.
"You heard my mother. She's not leaving. So fuck off." She snarled. Gabriel watched her intently when he noticed something off about her left eye. He looked before smirking.
"Fine, I will leave you to rot in the shadows. But I hope you will soon see sense Evening's Dawn." He turned and began to walk towards the door. But as he did, he paused just when he reached the door. "By the way, I do like those flecks of blue and gold in your left eye Astarte. They remind me so much of your father's eyes." He grinned when he saw all three of them stiffen at his words. He left through the door along with Michelangelo and the light that had embraced them faded as well. As soon as they did, Astarte and Amaimon both let out pained hisses and shook their arms, the angered burns on them rubbing against the clothing and losing skin.
"That stings!" Amaimon seethed as skin fell from where his clothing rubbed against the blisters. Samael on the other hand just continued to glare at her. She glanced at him but looked away.
"How long?" He suddenly said. She looked at him but spotted him trying to look at her left eye. She quickly turned away. "How long as he been watching through your eyes?" He demanded. Everyone simply stared at them in confusion.
Astarte sighed. "Since the trial. He contacted me, wanting me to inform him of how training was going. Then he decided he wanted to see for himself, so I said he could use my eye." She murmured. Samael just kept glaring before he growled and grabbed her arm, surprising everyone present.
"Why?! Your form could burn! Why are you letting him do this?! Don't you realise what you've done?!" He demanded. She growled and wrenched her arm from his grip.
"I am not possessed! He is watching through my eyes and that alone! He would never possess me!" She roared at him. The class watched the argument before it got too much for one of them.
"What are you talking about?!" Kaito demanded, his anger starting to the better of him. "Who's watching us?!"
"She's allowing Satan to watch us through her eyes. Her left eye is being used by Satan to watch us all." They all gasped, shocked by this. Astarte kept her head down. "Show them." Samael snapped. She shook her head. "Show them!"
She sighed and lifted her head to reveal her left eye. It was still violet. But now there were flecks of blue and gold within it as well as a red pupil. Whilst many of the class had not seen the one they all feared in the flesh, they knew instinctively to fear that eye. For it was the eye of the god of demons. The eye of Satan. They looked at it in horror.
"So...he can see us now?" Yuki murmured. Astarte nodded.
"If he wants, I could also let him speak to you." She paused before sighing. "And he wants to." She closed her eyes before opening them again, a blue flame appearing on her left one.
Well, if it isn't the class of misfits? Why am I not fucking surprised that you're all scared shitless of me? This voice was wrong for her. It was too old, too cold. It cackled before continuing. Now, as you can know doubt tell, I'm using my beautiful daughter's eyes to watch you little fuckers and see how your training is going. If it goes well, you little bastards are going to be of great use to me. So, I'll be keeping a close fucking eye on you.
Astarte closed her eyes and opened them again, the blue flame gone and her eyes returning to some form of normality. "I think now would be a good time to end this lesson. We will continue tomorrow." She said. They all silently stood and left, each fighting back the trembles that ran throughout their body as they left the room. Once they were gone, Astarte let out a sigh. "They weren't supposed to find out this way. Neither were you."
"How were we supposed to find out?" Amaimon asked.
"When I was ready, I would tell you." She growled. "Damn Gabriel." Samael watched before walking and tilting her chin up to face him.
"He only takes over your eye when you are teaching them right?" He asked. She nodded. "Then I suppose this isn't too bad. I imagine it could be alot worse. But for now, we will keep this a secret from the Vatican. If they ever found out Satan was using you to watch the class, you'd be exorcised in seconds." He wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm sorry Aniue. But this was the only way I could think of that would stop him from actually coming to Assiah to see how training was going. I should have told you straight away." She said, wrapping her arms around him. He simply sighed and rested his head on top of hers. Normally, any number of words would trip off of his tongue to comfort her. But for once, the trickster who spoke with words of poisoned honey was speechless.
Back in Heaven, Gabriel waited for Michael to visit him. When he did, he seemed angered. "You spoke to that little freak!" He demanded.
"Our lord asked me to go and talk to her in the hopes of getting the Evening's Dawn to come back to us. But it did not work out." Gabriel said calmly. Michael slammed his blade down onto the desk in front of him. "Do you not understand what this means, Michael? He has no choice now but to make her see by force. It is the only thing she understands."
Michael looked at him curiously before he understood what he meant. "Of course. He'll send me to deal with her then. And I'll make sure the little monster is taught some manners before her death."
Ok, I don't know if this is the best it could be but I hope you lot enjoyed it. So there will be more about the circles in the next chapter or two and then we'll go back to the training. So until next time this is sayonara from me, the psychotic author.