Hi there, next chappy, didn't think I'd get it up this fast, this might be a little odd but it is the product of too much caffeine, sugar and not enough sleep.
I don't mean to offend anyone with what is wrote here and I'm sorry if I do please keep in mind I LUV SMORES, flames WILL be used to roast marshmallows and I will share ^-^
Disclaimer: not in this lifetime.
"Dante Sparda"
25 years old,
6'0"
blue eyes,
white hair,
Half human, half demon.
Nero read the last line of description a third time,
"Half human, half…demon?" he quirked and eyebrow at Gabriel over the folder. He nodded,
"Demons are as real as angels Nero, you know that and some demons have even mated with humans on earth and resulted in offspring."
"But he looks human, according to the teachings the only time otherworld entities mated with humans the results were nothing but monstrosities that feed on flesh and blood*."
"There are always exceptions to the rules Nero."
Nero shook his head clearing the thought, "I don't want to think about that right now, it makes my head hurt." Gabriel suppressed a laugh. Ancient history of the angelic kind was not one of Nero's strong points.
"Anyway Nero, your mission is to lead his human side into the light, for too long he has let his demon take control and it has grown out of control, it is your job to reach in and grasp his human side and make him see the error of his ways…I know it sounds boring, but I do believe you will be pleasantly surprised."
He closed the folder and his eyes trying to process all the information, "So now what?"
"Now, we go see God, you have an audience with him." The younger gaped. An audience? With God?! The angel pulled the boy to his feet,
"Mustn't keep Him waiting."
The effulgence light was almost blinding as the doors before Nero were pulled open, he finally decided that this light is not just that but of a being of a higher order than he. The sheer intensity of florescent white nearly blinding, his hand before his orbs as a shield as the Archangel lead him forward into this divine luminosity.
"This is the Chamber of God, your eyes will adjust to the light, just don't stair straight into it." The soft toned Gabriel whispered. It was all Nero could do not to stare into this brilliance, every which way he diverted his eyes was this LIGHT.
"Step forward Boy." A voice boomed, echoing off a seemingly empty hall. He moved forward with a slight push from the accompanying angel.
"Gabriel speaks highly of you, as do all your instructors and seem to think you would benefit from being allowed to travel to earth on a special mission, but before I allow you to do such a thing I need to know beyond the shadow of a doubt that you have the ability to judge a soul as you will have to do on earth. I have set before you a series of three test young man, three random souls recently brought before a Justice, I've brought them here instead, you will gaze into their souls as you have been taught and judge them for yourself…understood."
Nero could only nod.
"Good, then let the trials begin, bring forth the first."
A woman entered from behind Nero. On first appearance a ragged soul, tired; small two inch incisions on either wrist. She seemed scared but the warming light slowly affecting her mood. She turned to face the teen. Nero smiled, this young woman stepped forward offering her wrists, she knew her soul was to be judged. Nero knew the signs of suicide, he closed his eyes and opened his own soul. Pain, anger, sadness slipped from the soul and into Nero, he followed his senses deeper.
Hazy, someone's hand on the back of a woman's head, her face only inches deep in a dishpan full of soapy water. Nero couldn't see the attackers face, the woman stopped struggling, the lack of air knocking her unconscious and she fell to a lump on the kitchen floor. A serrated kitchen knife pulled from the same water and each wrist is sliced wide open, crimson blood stains white tile. Nero pulled back from the soul, the woman's eyes are filled with unshed tears of joy, someone knows the truth now.
"This one stays in Heaven."
"On what grounds?" God demands.
"She was murdered." Barely above a whisper, his eyes never leaving the woman.
"Very Good." An unknown celestial steps forward to lead the woman to her new home.
The second soul appeared moments later wearing black, a white collar around his neck-a priest. Nero has seen more than one in his day. The priest folded his arms before him awaiting his judgment to receive his final place in Heaven or so he thought. Nero stopped before him. The priest seemed confused, the younger smiled reassuringly. He gazed deep into the hazel brown eyes. His memories and past flooded through the angel. The second born son, Jewish decent, practically destined to become a priest. Spent his youth as an alter boy, following the rituals and written word to the 'T'. fast forward a few years, now a full-fledged priest. Late night confessionals and runaways become his specialty. Taking the young to his private chambers he intends to rid the youths of their sins, cleanse their filthy souls with wine and prayers and while they lay comatose ravage their young bodies with evil tendencies and vile disciplines. Then every morning on his knees before a crucified Christ begging forgiveness for such indecencies, always a wicked smile behind placid lips.
Nero had seen more than enough to make a final judgment on where this soul should be placed for the remainder of eternity. He turned into the direction of God's voice, enraged,
"To Hell, send this sick bastard to Hell!" He pointed back to the soul, the look of pure astonishment wrote clearly on his translucent face.
"Why young one? Why send a man of the cloth, a disciple of Christ to the bowels of Hell?" The voice questioned almost teasingly.
"For the rape and sodomize of children when he swore to protect the weak, teach them, bring them to Your light!"
"Are you sure?"
How in the hell can HE still be so calm, Nero thought,
"Yes, of course, without a doubt!" he remarked assuredly, quickly, and emotionless.
Nero head HIM sigh, "Johanne, Privy, take him away." Two angels emerged from the surrounding light to lead the soul away, he didn't resist, he couldn't, his head bowed low as the angels lead him away.
"Third and final soul."
An older man, on first look died of natural causes. Nero gazed deeper, the man had a wild youth: Drinking, fighting, ect…
A very kind heart, helped anyone he could if was within his power. He did believe in God but church was not a part of his daily or even weekly life. He held a great appreciation for nature, for the rain-a thunderstorm. He gazed at Nero through unyielding grey-blue eyes. A gaze that could melt the heart or strike fear into the bravest. He stared back digging deeper into the soul, felt the love for the family he left behind. He hadn't been ready to die but made his peace all the same. Nero watched silently as his life unfolded before him, letting his memories tango with reality only he could relive: a tough childhood, a mother that was no more than a child herself, to many siblings and never enough food. He found his freedom on the highway and also his soul mate. A worn highway and a cold drizzle that just wouldn't let up. He retrieved her from the side of the road and there they fell in love, an ageless love- a love that knew no bounds. Through three children and more than a few hard times they grew inseperatable. He'd given her the world had it been his to give.
More than a few years passed before Nero's eyes. They were supposed to grow old together, that was the plan but it wasn't meant to be. Struck with a deadly dieses, his chance for survival was not good. There he lay in a bed, arms tethered down, too many tubes, too many needles; resembling more the beeping machines that he's attached to than the human he's meant to be. His health had been failing rapidly, too many thing going wrong too fast. They made her decide; she knew he didn't want to lived this way, she knew, but how could she just let him go after everything they'd been through together…
But in the end she did the only thing she could-she let go.
He heard it all, every word spoken over his sedate body, silently thanking her for her strength.
Nero Drew back from the soul breath catching in his throat, unexpected tears stung his eyes and he flew into the brightness of the Almighty,
"How could you?! What did he ever do that was so wrong?! What was so wrong with his life that you had to take that away?!" he screamed, he fought had to get his emotions under control, never in his life had he felt the need for such an emotional outburst. He turned to the attending angels,
"Take him into Heaven, give him the best of whatever this place has to offer!"
Then to the soul. "What do you want?" sympathy so evident. Into his eyes, he stood in the middle of an open field, blue cloudless sky above him green grass below his feet; he'll be there until she's at his side once again.
Nero felt the tears as they rolled down his cheek, he gently touched the wetness, never before had such a thing happened, "Take him there!" he ordered.
God's light dulled momentarily, "I was beginning to wonder when your emotions would show through, you will need them for where you are going. And as far as that soul is concerned-his life had ran its course." Nero balled his fist, the nails of his deformed hand biting deep into his palm,
"That's your excurse! He was a good soul, the prime of his life!"
"Do not question my authority Boy!" The light sneered.
He furiously paced, "Why don't you heal them, take their pain away?"
"When Satan betrayed me, he also betrayed humanity, bringing them to their knees, I am not to blame for his folly!" The anger rising in his voice.
"You created him, just like you created us and everything else, you can fix it!" Nero screamed again, fuming.
The light softened as HE spoke again, "Gabriel leave us."
"But Lord…"
"I said to leave us." with a bit more force. The Archangel gave a slight bow before leaving the chamber.
His light dimmed even more, "Sit child, please." he sighed sitting on the appearing marble steps, "Listen Child and listen good…when Azazel (Satan) descended to earth with his followers he granted the humans favors,"
"I know all that, I've heard the stories, read the history, he gave man sin and in return he received pain." Nero interrupted
"Yes, and after all that all I can do is sit back and watch man digress, in short Nero…" he looked up sharp as He called him by his given name, "The only way to rid man of his sins is to rid the world of Azazel; but I cannot…he was my first and I still love him and until the day Azazel is destroyed man will continue to live and die with those sins…" Nero stared down idly playing with the hem of the robe he wore,
"I don't understand how mankind of today can be punished for the sins of yesteryear."
The voice sighed, "Man teaches man his ways, they learn from one another, passed down through generations, he carries the sins of his fathers." Nero stood crossing his arms, muttering incoherently.
'One more thing boy, if you are to go to earth then you will need to wear something a bit more appropriate." Nero glanced down at his pristine robe,
"I've always worn this."
"Then it is time for a change." The warm light enveloped the teen, passing into his being before exploding away from him, "Much better."
Nero looked down once again, now govering his body was a black gauzy button down shirt and a pair of loose fitted light blue jeans and a studded belt around his waist.
"Gabriel is waiting, make me proud boy."
Nero grinned turning from the presence and exited the same doors he'd entered through. Gabriel greeted him on the other side,
"So I guess this means you are ready for your descent into the human world, have fun." with that the elder angel shoved him through a portal. Nero landed with a heavy thud on hard ground, it took him a moment to take in his new surroundings and the sound of honking as a speeding bus headed right for him. He had landed in the middle of a busy highway, he stared wide eyed unable to move as the 40 ton steel contraption headed straight for him at the last second an arm shot out grabbing him out of harms way. Nero stumbled back into the hard body knocking them both to the ground. The only thing he saw before he passed out were ice blue eyes and a flash og silver hair.
*according to the teachings of Enoch when the angels first came to earth to watch over mankind the grigori (watchers) mated with humans and their off spring were giants that feed on flesh and blood.* If you want to know more on this feel free to pm me, I have a thing for theology even though I am not religious.
*hugs and kisses*