'Dream my sweet Angel, Dream so your heart is pure, innocence paradise, hold force against evil parasites, Never let your head touch the ground, or it will sink to the pits below'
"Cheale, CHEALE!" My father yelled at me, with his famous temper, drawn me out from my bubble, A place where I could lose myself, a place where worry didn't exist and as usual my father had ruined it. As slowly as I could be, I uncoiled my wings that were shielding me from my surroundings and most importantly protecting me abomination of a father.
"Yes ?" I answered looking up at him, he was standing, staring into my room at me from my old wooden doorway, OH no, he was not in the best of moods.
"Yes What?" My father practically growled back., I saw up and looked him in the eyes and swallowed, At 155 years old, so young and I'm staring into the eyes of hatred, I am so lucky.
"Yes Father?" I repeated my question quickly and obediently, looking down again at my white long feathers.
"Where's your mother" He spat out at me, I shuddered remembering where my mother was and the reason, looking back up again I answered in a dead, lone tone voice.
"The basement, where she always is, since you punished her and she couldn't move, She's still in the chains, Still hasn't eaten nothing, I've checked on her, I should know"
"Good, I needed to try out these powers, besides she deserved it" He cracked a smirk and walked out, disappearing into the hallways, his cackling laugh could be heard which would make anyone sick to the bone.
*flash Back*
"Hello sweetheart how was training school today?" My mother asked as I walked in and dumped my bag on the nearest chair, I looked up to her and smiled.
"Good, I got high grades today for my skills in protection and advice giving, the teacher told me I'd make a high classed guardian in the future" I grinned having the feeling of accomplishment run through me again like a fresh wave and then I noticed the darkened bruise on the side of my mothers face and the happy feelings went away as reality hit home once again, literally.
"What did he do" I said in a dead voice, she refused to look at me.
"Now sweetheart don't spoil your day!" she tried to keep her tone happy and light but failed as I knew this faked tone too well.
"No Mother don't give me the crap, what did he do?" I stepped up to her and looked closer at her face, wow, he got her good this time, All her face was either red raw and scratched, or black with deep bruising.
"He hit me for going out is all I'm fine" She said, her voice starting to waver, I hugged her.
"Mother, This isn't right, he's going to hurt you badly one day"
"LANA!" My mother turned white and stiffened. "LANA!" my father yelled even louder. She sighed and followed his voice down to the basement, when she got there all that could be heard were piercing screams which were then muffled by the slamming of the door and the loud clicking of a tired lock, I just sat down on the floor to where I was standing and coiled into myself, with my wings protecting me, and my imagination blocking out my crazy father and my abused mother, I can protect myself from going mental with this household.
later, after I heard my father slam his own door shut I peaked from my winged cocoon and quietly tip toed down to the basement, after jiggling the lock I opened the door.
The room was dark, only a tiny window could be seen but my father had made sure it was blocked up, the smell was sickening, It smelt of burning flesh, singed hair- or feathers and rusty blood. Holding my breath I walked in the direction of the corner where I could see a bent over, chained up figure, Stepping over broken glass and flames I made my way to the person, The person was my poor mother, I touched her face, she was stiff and cold, her cheeks pale, her face contorted from the way she was screaming, I then noticed her back was bleeding out quite badly, it was why the smell was lingering in the air so strongly, My father had de-winged my mother.
This wasn't angel matters any more, This was an angel's worst nightmare, An angel fallen in the demons hands, becoming demon he then would use his abilities for evil.
*end of Flash Back*
I looked at my hands where burn marks had been made after my father had found my in the basement with my mother, he did something to me, I felt it, He gave me his demonic powers, A little thing, lasting a whole lifetime, and now I have to live with it and somehow make this demon poison something I can use for good, not Evil,
Now I realise my father needs to be brought down, that I'm the only one to stop him, An on going war where possibly everything could be lost, Bring it on.