Hey guys! Okay, I don't own Maximum Ride or Twilight, and I certainly don't own the script in italics. This belongs to greatdreams(dot)com(slash)archangels(dot)htm. Yep! I decided to get a little research done, since I can't keep flying this blind (no pun intended, yet there is a pun!). I hope you enjoy this chapter. If you don't believe in my God, then that's alright. This still makes for a great story! If you believe it or don't, can you still read and review? Enjoy!
Angels were created as messengers of God. The Scriptures reveal that God created nine orders of angels: Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones, Dominations, Principalities, Powers, Virtues, Archangels, and Angels. Out of this order come the familiar seven Archangels which include Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Raguel, Sariel, and the fallen Lucifer.
The Eighth Choir - The Archangels, The seven angels that stood before God in Revelations are considered to be the Archangels. Although it is agreed that there were seven Archangels, there has been some debate on who the seven were. Most accounts name, Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, the remaining three are generally chosen from Metatron, Remiel, Sariel, Anael, Raguel and Raziel. The Archangels were the divine messengers between the humans and God. Of the nine choirs the Archangels are probably best known to us. They are the battlers of the Sons of Darkness.
(Okay, so I want you to keep the Archangels' names in your head. Those are basically the Flock, but they go by different names and all that jazz, and Ari is the fallen angel Lucifer's son. And Total is an angel, too, but he comes in later. He's an Archangel. And they can mate, although some of you may hate me for that… BUT I'M OKAY WITH THAT! You can flame me, it's okay. I just wanted to put that there… So, the Archangels are the Flock. Does that kind of make sense? Oh, and Death (Fang) isn't one of the Archangels. He's, you know, the angel of Death. Azra'il—his proper name.)
Death and I sat on the couch, looking at a map of the—what's it called? A country? Yeah.
His head was bent close to the paper, his black eyes staring intently at the lines zigzagging across the page. I rubbed his back and wings, knowing he was tense with anticipation.
"Azra'il," I said softly, calling him by his proper name. He lifted his head and looked at me, smiling softly.
"Call me Fang, mea custodem angelus," he whispered, his hand trapping mine against his face.
"Sedmusculitempus. Quiditaanxius," I asked, just as hushed. We spoke in Latin, one of the many ancient languages we preferred. I asked him why he was worried. 'You are tense. Why so worried?'
"Ah, angelum meum, do not be so concerned. It is nearly the thought of seeing my half'lifes. They have been good, but Satan has been pushing his. They are anxious, so naturally, I shall be, too."
"When shall we leave?"
"Today, perhaps," he answered softly. He took my hand off of his face, cradling it by his heart. "We need to see the Angels. Are you sure that we can leave them here alone?"
"Do not worry, mea, they are my Angels, are they not? They can take puny humans." Taking my hand back, I wiped the hair out of his face, smiling softly at him.
"Ah, it is not the humans I am afraid of, mea. It is Satan's half'lifes."
"You are afraid? My Azra'il is afraid? Why, the apocalypse is coming sooner than I thought," I joked, grinning brightly at him.
"We should go, angelum meum," he said, standing and pulling me to my feet as well.
Taking his hand, I followed him to the door. When we walked into the living room, Ella and Dr. Martinez looked up from a game they were playing with my Angels. Light and Dark stood, the others following suit, bowing to me. Seeing this, the humans stood and bowed also, out of respect.
"I wish you luck on your journey, my Guardian," Light and Dark said. "Be watchful for Ari and Satan. Do come back in one piece."
"Oh, Light and Dark," I smiled. "Since when have I never been watchful?"
"I think you know," he said darkly, the happy mood dropping drastically as we thought about the incident. I couldn't remember it, exactly (we couldn't remember anything), but I knew that it was one of the worst things to ever happen to an angel.
"On a lighter subject," Love stated brightly. "Make sure that Azra'il's hal'lifes are doing well. I wish you the best of luck, Guardian and Death. Please, do come back with new friends!"
Mischief smiled up at me, coming and taking my hand. She was one of the youngest angels, so her human age looked young as well. Fire was almost as young, being Mischief's brother.
I knew this was her way of telling me good luck, and I accepted it with a squeeze on her hand.
"I only ask one thing from you all," I stated. They nodded their heads gravelly. "Do not cause trouble for Ella and Valencia Martinez."
"Yes Guardian," they said simultaneously.
I nodded and walked out of the door with Death tailing me. Faintly, I heard Valencia Martinez ask one of my Angels, "Who is Azra'il?"
I grinned at the angel in question, and he smiled back at me, amusement deep in his eyes. I saw his wings pop out of his black coat.
His clothes—as Valencia called them—were all black, matching his hair. He wore a long trench coat, with black trousers and a black tunic. His shoes, which we were grateful to wear, were black as well, and shiny. The black suited him, making him look more like a dark angel than the white sheet he wore earlier.
I was dressed similarly, but the jacket I wore was a bright red, the color of a poppy flower. (I knew every name to every flower. It was my job to protect nature, and if I didn't know what I was protecting, how was I supposed to protect it?) It wasn't as long as Death's, but it went down to my hips. My trousers and shoes were black as well, but my tunic was a mix between black and white, these strange lines covering it.
Finally, we were on our way.
Rolling my shoulders, I snapped my wings out with a woosh! Then we took to the sky.
After a while flying, the wind on our faces and in our hair, the sun glinting off of our wings, we decided to land for a bit, and see where we were. I looked around the clearing, my eyes taking in all of the small details, like the ants crawling on the ground, the color of the leaves, and the direction the wind blew.
"Where are we, mea?" Death asked, coming to my side.
"We are somewhere around the state named Oregon. We are very close, I can feel them." It was true. I could feel them in the pit of my stomach, my nerves bunching in anticipation and the hairs on my neck standing on end.
"Ah, what a touching scene!" came a gruff, cruel voice behind us.
Death and I whirled, wings out, hissing slightly while we crouched.
"Now, now, we don't want any trouble, do we?"
A figure walked out of the woods, his scarred face grinning evilly. I recognized him immediately, though there was nothing physically similar to this form and his true form. I recognized him by his smell.
I could taste the evil on him, emanating off of him in waves, drowning out all of my other senses so I could only focus on keeping him away.
"Ari," I growled. "What do you want?"
"Ah, no need to get so feisty. Although I must say, it looks sexy on you," he grinned, looking me up and down. Death crouched lower, hissing loudly, ready to spring up and attack.
"Oh, don't worry, Azra'il! I don't dare think of taking your mate away from you! Only, I wish to kill you first." He laughed easily, lunging at Fang (Anybody else notice the way Max called him Death, then Ari called him Azra'il, and then she called him Fang? Wow, Max, make up your mind!) and kicking him in the chest.
Fang grabbed his foot and twisted it, making Ari land on his back. He jumped up easily enough, but I could tell that his foot was injured. Ari couldn't take on Death, and he knew that, so he turned to me instead, grabbing my hair while unfurling his wings and taking off.
I squirmed in his grip, looking back to see Death tailing us. "Azrail!"
"Gabriel!" (That would be Max's real angel name… You know the movie Constantine? Yeah, just pretend that this is the same Gabriel, but she isn't evil… I know, this doesn't make ANY sense, but I'm trying here!)
I kept squirming, not so much as feeling pain, but wanting to get out of Ari's grip.
Ari's arm came up, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look into his eyes. I squeezed mine shut, not wanting to see all of the lost souls, but he forced them open, staring intently into them.
My eyes burned with the knowing of the lost, and I could feel tears washing down my face. "Please," I whispered. "Stop."
He grinned, unabashed. "I can't, my young Gabriel. I must not surrender my aunt!"
"It's Max now, Ari. And I demand you let go of me, or you'll wish that you were never born into the fifth layer of Hell."
"No can do, my dear Max. All's fair in evil and war," he said menacingly. I brought my knee up, kneeing him in his private jewels. He howled and let go of my hair, letting me drop back to the earth.
Death caught me before I could open my wings, taking me up higher than that of Ari, and flying straight ahead. Too bad that Ari caught up with us and knocked me out of his hands, pulling my wings at awkward angles so I couldn't fly.
As I free fell, I looked up to see Death and Ari fighting, Death's eyes flaming with anger. As I watched, he tried multiple times to get past Ari and failed. Then I crashed through the branches of the trees in the forest below, falling into space, and landing on hardened wood in the middle of hundreds of people.
Ah, the life of an adolescent angel. Could this moment get any worse?
The answer is yes, yes it can.
(Alright, this was probably one of the most confusing chapters I've ever written. I'm so sorry if you got none of that, but if you did, tell me in a review! I want to know what you think, and if this research helped at all. And I'm sorry if you don't believe in God, or you have a different religion. You don't have to believe this, but you can still read the story. It makes for a great story!
Random Question: Who invented piniatas?
R&R?)