Whoa, I had a completely different idea for this one involving schizophrenia but this kind of took off. No offence the church or Christians or anyone of that nature I assure you. This was not meant as a satire in any way.
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To Angel family was always an otherworldly concept; she never really had any that she can remember. Maybe a soft smile here and there but those had probably come from the nuns who lived at the church that imprisoned her. Her wings were small back then, just little buds from out of her back. The church had been unsure whether she was a missionary of Satan or an angel. They decided that if she was of Satan the wings growing off her back were that of a chicken.
To think of it, she wasn't really imprisoned in the church, just not allowed to leave. Her family, whoever they were, gave her to the church begging them to save her soul and they reacted zealously.
Why had they given her up? Why didn't they want her?
Over the years the church had grown colder to her and the small smiles vanished along with the kindness. It seemed as if her purity had been decided. The preaching to her became more vigorous, and almost frightening. Everyone had been repelled by her very existence. She was only about nine then, and wanted with all of her being to be an angel like they wanted.
I hope you are an angel, for your sake. The devil is not welcome in the eyes of God.
Yes Sister Margaret.
She had left the church, wings now big enough to sustain her in flight and knock down walls if need be. It was scary out in the 'real world'. She had never seen cars or things of that nature, only knew that they housed people from what she heard roaring in every Sunday Mass.
People who came to church were asked to pray for her, did they?
She needed a name now that she was out. This world frightened her terribly, but she knew she needed a name. She wanted to be Angel because maybe then she could start to believe it.
If it hadn't been for Jinx, Angel didn't think she would have ever become who she was. It was bigger outside of the church and in the large city she had traveled to and the wings on her back felt heavy with shame, even though they were shrunken down to almost nothing. She had been certain that she was the strangest person on this Earth, convinced by the lack of strangeness the other people had, and figured she might as well go back to the church and be cleansed because she wasn't normal.
If I was like everyone else would my family have left me at the church?
Then she saw a pink-haired girl wielding hexes. If she was a devil, then Jinx was too. Jinx became her friend out of a desire to feel better about her self. Angel didn't like thinking of why she had first stopped Jinx on the street and asked her for help, but she knew it was true. To Angel Jinx was more of a devil than she was. Jinx was a tough person, but she accepted Angel quite sincerely. Jinx became a sister, but not a sister as was in the church. Not a nun, Jinx was anything but. It was then Angel understood her first concept of family, they will love you no matter what.
She would love Jinx even if the girl became a hero.
Angel understood the concepts of good and bad, but they were all erased when she met her first slice of family.
And then everyone else had come when she went to the school. She looked at the people, all of them stranger than her, crowding around to be the first to see and or torment the newbie and felt something she had never really experienced before.
She felt at home.
Maybe they weren't all stranger than her; maybe she was just as strange as them. She couldn't imagine anything more amazing to be.
At the Hive, she decided, she would create her own family.