Nephilim

Chapter 3: The Truth is Revealed

Summary: She was the last of the pure Angels in Heaven. Her voice called out to the souls of all, her laughter brought peace to even the darkest of souls. She was born of light, and was loved and protected by all the Angels of Heaven... But some plot to kill her but instead of killing her, they somehow managed to drop her on Earth, making her A Fallen instead and to make matters worst she falls into the Territory of a Demon...The Demon... The Demon Lord Himself. Who takes interest in this pure little Angel thrown into 18th century Earth.

One moment I was in the arms of the Fallen surrounded by Nephilims, and the next, I was surrounded by Angels...but still in the hands of the Fallen.

"Well......look what we have here. If it isn't the Elementals." The Fallen holding me...Darien chided a smile enveloping his mouth and giving his eyes an evil glint. I paid no mind to him I was too preoccupied with the glee of hope that enveloped me at the thought of my saviors.

"It is so good to see you all...I was so frightened that I had Fallen...But I did not fall by choice. Someone..." One of the Angels came forward stopping right in front of Darien, while the other Elementals kept watch of the Nephilim making sure that none of them felt the urge to begin any unnecessary brawls.

"Yes. We know dear one... We were sent by the Heavenly Father to retrieve you..." The Angel made a move to touch me, Darien's hold on me tightened and I squirmed wanting to get out of his arms...while strangely enough at the same time taking comfort in them.

"She is a Fallen...One of us...Mine." Anger rang true in his voice as it resonated throughout the room sending the walls shaking. I did not know why he was so possessive, but I was not his, nor did I have any intentions of becoming his...

"She is Fallen...but not by choice. Return her to Heaven Dark One." One of the other Angels...a tall one with short brown hair tied at the top of her head exclaimed not bothering to cast even a sideways glance at us too preoccupied with her glaring match with one of the Nephilim males in the group.

"No...She is mine...Besides you can always hatch a new one to replace her." His grip tightened further rousing a cry of protest from my lips. I was on the verge of complaining to him when I felt a wave of dark energy surge away from him and towards the other Angels...who countered it with little success...I saw small particles of his dark powers seep through their barriers of light and infest their purity.

I knew it wasn't enough to cause them much damage...but it made me very scared to think that this Nephilim had enough power to break through the barriers of four Elemental Angels...He must be one of the infamous Fallen, the original Fallen those who fell right after the Light Bringer.

"Give her back you heathen devil." The Anger that emanated from the Elementals was not anything close to the anger that the Nephilim and humans were capable of rousing, it was barely noticeable, but still forbidden of any Angel. I knew that the Elementals although were not allowed to, felt a sort of contempt towards the Fallen.

I however did not and to hear such language from them was disconcerting to me. We Angels were created to be loving, acceptable and forgiving to all creatures, Nephilim or not.

"Why would Heaven be so worked up over one little Angel...she is not even of a worthy rank...maybe a guardian Angel...or a worker Angel. Nothing worth the slightest notice." I knew that the Heaven had different tittles for Angels based on the tasks they were capable of performing...but in Heaven that tittle only determined your location in the spheres, it did not give basis to discrimination like the Nephilim seemed to be getting at.

All Angels, weather worker, guardian, elemental or punisher were worth the same value and were given the same respect and love. All Angels were molded from the same patch of clay, and all creatures were molded from the same pile of clay. We are one in the same and were meant to remain so. Only the Heavenly Father was molded from something beyond our comprehension.

"I am none of those. I have no task in Heaven other than to remain with the eggs of the Tree of Life. I am not a Worker, a Guardian, an Elemental, nor am I a Punisher... that is why I live within the Tree of Life." A number of gasps and shocked expressions assailed the Nephilim, giving me the distinct impression that I shouldn't have just disclosed that information to them...at least not so openly anyways. But I had and I did not know the consequences of my actions.

"You! By any chance do you sing to life the Angels" Darien asked looking down at me with a different gleam in his eyes...a nefariously hungry gleam.

I nodded unable to do much of anything else in my shocked state of being. His smile broadened revealing an array of beautifully white teeth...and deadly fangs. A chill went down my spine as I recalled stories of how the Fallen could consume the soul of humans through their blood-but only those who were ancient enough to be as powerful as Heaven's Punishers.

"She is the Voice of the Tree of Life. That cannot be possible. The Three of Life hasn't had a Voice since the beginning of Time. How can she be chosen for such a position. She is a mere weakling...far weaker than even a Guardian Angel." The red headed Nephilim roared sending a wave of her powers towards me.

I crouched low preparing for the painful impact of her powers on me. But it never came. Darien took a firm grip of me and dissipated her attack sending a warning glare her way. I watched as her anger intensified through her submission to Darien's glare, clearly Darien was in charge of the nest of Nephilim but she was not easily submissive to his will, she was only submitting now out of choice; that was a clear indication of her power and her position in their little group.

"Return Serenity to us. She is of no use to you... Her powers and her voice is useless unless she is in the presence of the Tree. And without her voice, she is weaker than any angel in heaven." The Elemental Angel of Water proclaimed coming forth in her elegant gail. She was the voice of reason amongst her companions, and I was grateful for her statement, I was not ashamed of the fact that I was weaker than any angel in heaven...it was a truth and as with all truths it is to be accepted.

"Dear Amy...ever are you the voice of reason. But but alas I must refuse." Darien said taking my face by the chin and tilting it upward so that he could look into my eyes with his eerily midnight blue ones. Heat pooled into my face accompanying his satisfied smile.

"You refuse to what?" Lita, the Elemental Angel of Earth asked, her temper all ready escalating as she prepared herself for battle. Lita was always on edge, ready for battle, almost as temperamental as Raye the Fire Elemental Angel.

"I will not return her." Darien replied, still holding my face towards his and smiling at me with a deep unrecognizable look into his eyes.

"And why not?" Raye asked fire consuming her raven black hair in response to her out of escalating temper. Her hair would not burn, nor would her body, but everyone else surrounding her would burn to cinders if Raye's body were to be consumed by her elemental fire and I could not bare to see the Nephilim burning to death before they even instigate a fight.

"Because, you fiery vixen...she is MINE!" Darien's voice rang throughout the room and resonated in our ears and minds as he claimed possession of me. His voice reflected his annoyance and his final resolve. I was not going anywhere. My mood took on a rather sullen turn as I thought about staying in a house filled with Nephilims for eternity. Surely he did not intend to keep me as one of his Nephilim subordinates after finding out I was still an Angel.

"He will not like that." Mina's voice was gentle, solemn and monotonic as she and the elementals faded to leave me in the arms of the Nephilim Darien.

"He will not like that indeed." When Darien echoed Mina's statement I dared to ask him his reason for keeping me here if the Heavenly Father would rain down his wrath on him.

"If the Heavenly Father wants me back in Heaven...why do you dispute him. His Will is universal and it is the Eternal law...he will get me back in Heaven." My voice was soft and calm, completely unlike the turmoil raging within me. Darien looked down at my determined face and leaned down to plant another kiss on my lips.

"He is not the Heavenly Father. If The Heavenly Father wanted you back, then I would freely let you go. But it is He who wants you back, and I will not give you to Him" I wanted to ask him who He was, but my eyes suddenly began to close and my body began to go limb and tired...the sun had set already and I needed to sleep.

I Yawned. Opening my eyes to the sight of Darien's gentle smile.

"You should get some sleep. You must be tired from all of our travel." He bent down again to plant a kiss, this time furtunately on my eyelids. Lingering there and taking a long whiff of my skin again as if he were some predator taking luxury in the sweet becconing scent of his prey. I did not like the idea even though the feeling itself sent a wave of electric currents pooling down at the core of my body.

"I do not get tired...its just that in Heaven I sleep with the sun...I must sleep when the sun goes down..." I yawned again at the end of my sentence and made him chuckle slightly before turning me around and heading for the door.

"But I thought...this was my room." He did not pause as I spoke nor did the other Nephilim get in his way as he just walked out of the door leaving them behind.

" A change of plans. Those Angels could be back to take you away in this room. I have a special place for you." The mischief laced in his tone made me curious about this special place of his. I wanted to ask, but my fatigue was getting to the point that I had to lean all of my weight completely on him to stay awake and moving. I figured I could wait for my question until I woke up the next day.

I don't remember much after that, he spoke to me in a gentle tone as we walked through the hall, my eyes closed, my mind already at rest with the setting of the sun. I fell asleep in his arms as he carried me into a different room to prevent any rescue attempts by Heaven's Angels. Normally I should have been somewhat disappointed if not hallowed at the thought, but I found myself more relaxed with the knowledge that I was going to stay with him for some time... I was certain it was just plain old curiosity that was playing at my mind frame...it had to be, there was no way I of all people would be pleased at the notion of never returning to Heaven again.

When I awoke the next day, I could not move. I felt something on me, keeping me pinned to the bed I was laying on. I began to struggle, afraid that another Nephilim was vying to kill me again. But as my struggles intensified, the thing on me moved around from my waist to my shoulders. I looked sideways and saw large, tanned male hands gently resting on one of my wings.

"Please don't tell me you wake with the sun's rising as well." That rugged, appealing, and tired voice was far too familiar not to mention close for my comfort. Turning my head slightly, I came fact to face and nose to nose with Darien, who had one eye open as he inspected me. I was lying down curled up against him while his hands resting against my shoulders, touched the top of my wings.

"Yes I rise with the sun. And you are crushing me." He moved his hands, slowly from my shoulders down to my hips...my bare hips. Heat pooled in all over my body as a shiver raked through me.

Nudity had never been a concern of mine, not in Heaven where all Angels were molded from the same clay and shared the same mind...but now, with the Nephilim slowly running his hands over my body while he grinned at me, I felt a searing need to have some cloths on.

"Stay with me a little longer Little one. I do not wish to rise from this...not yet." He was being gentle when he pulled one of my wings in a playful gesture. It tickled and I could not help bursting out in laughter.

"Okay. But just for a moment. I want to hear the Morning's voice." That gained his interest. He propped himself on one elbow, his messy array of black hair sticking out everywhere; driven by some innate force I could not comprehend, I ran my hands through his hair, relishing on how silky smooth it felt against my hands and of how warm his head was against my chilled hands.

"What Voice?" He took my hand out of his hair and brought it up to him, playing with my fingers as if they were some sort of mystery to him.

"The Voice. You can only hear it if you listen to the morning." Darien nodded once, and got up pulling me off the bed along with him. He materialized a robe for me and handed it to me, I took it greatly and covered my bare body from his intensified gaze. He smiled at my embarrassment.

"Then let's listen." He gestured for me to lead the way, so I did. I took his hand like I would have done for any other Angel in Heaven for human on earth and led him out to the room's balcony. On the balcony I closed my eyes and stood with my hands outstretched as if to embrace the sun raining down on us. He came up behind me, and did his usual whiffing of my my skin, by burying his face against my neck.

"Listen!" I gently whispered in his ears, but I don't think he noticed my words. He did tilt his head upward, but only to blow in my ears making me yelp in pure shock. His chuckles evoked an unknown sort of annoyance in me. I was experiencing too many human emotions for my own good.

I tried to listen to the night and ignore all of his teasing...but I couldn't listen to the morning when his hands touched my swells through the robe.

"Please cease your teasing. It is very distracting." I listened as Darien's chuckles became pure and simple laughter.

He stopped and stood behind me, holding me against the waist and leaning me into the warmth of his body as I listened to the morning. I heard the birds sing, the wind blow gently by spreading all kinds of life throughout the world, whispering secrets into my ears. I listened as the flowers gleefully opened up to meet the sun's rays and as the sun itself shone down gladly spreading its warmth to the world. I listened and I loved..I loved every part of the morning. We stood there, me against Darien's warm and comforting body as the morning sun rose into the skies.

"I do not hear the morning. But I do hear my troubles coming...You should dress before any of the other residents come upon you like this." He left before I could respond, leaving some materialized cloths on the bed. Cloths that I had no idea how to put on.

I sat down on the bed the cloths clutched to my bare body as I contemplated the Nephilim and what had transpired earlier when I was with him outside on the balcony.

I did not understand any of my reactions to him. I found it quite strange...the sensations that overtook my body with his nearness left me breathless on most days, while his jovial kisses set warmth pooling at the core of my stomach and left me breathless.

He was strange and charming and he made me feel very at peace...which was a good thing.

Right?

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