Return of the Angels

Celine was stuck within herself, reflecting back on what had happened two weeks ago with her capture and after that where she was raped. She knew she had gone back within herself, leaving behind an empty shell that worked automatically like a puppet on a string. The only problem was that she couldn't bring herself out of it. She can struggle as much as she could, but nothing would come out of it. She couldn't even watch what was going on, despite it being her body. She felt like she was possessed in some sort of way, but it was worse…much worse.

Marie, something had happened to Marie. She didn't know what but she had that feeling deep down within her. Sometimes she thought she could hear the female's voice shouting out for her, for her help, but she could never make it out before it suddenly disappears until it comes again. She'd try to focus on the voice and her hearing would become muffled, as if her ears were swallowed with water. She couldn't get a feel to anything, not a single touch, besides the cold shivers that pass through her now and again. That was the only time she knew who was touching her.

Try not to use your natural senses all the time, sweet Celine…

The same voice from before. It was no longer a scary voice in the back of her mind, one that had first shrieked out danger because it was unfamiliar to her at first. But in the end, Celine still hadn't a clue whoever it was, but she knew that whoever it was, was guiding her. She'd close her eyes, calming her panicking state, and try to focus yet again, but not with her natural senses. But she'd always give up, finding it absolutely impossible.

You are not even trying, Celine! The voice scolded, just like all the other times too. Sometimes it felt like someone had slapped her on the back of her head with the way pain slightly thumped there. If she ever met this person, she swore she would not do anything wrong to be scolded like she is now. What are you?

A question that was not referring to who she is but to what she is. Meaning her species… This was the first time this voice had said something different, in a voice not so pleased with her. So it wasn't her own conscience that had been speaking to her all this time, it had been someone else. Another thump to the back of her head! She reacted by touching the spot where she had been struck. Apart from, she didn't know if she had done that because she couldn't feel and she didn't know if she could even move. She could most certainly picture it though.

I asked you a question, young lady.

What are you? My mother…?

As a matter of fact…

Now Celine had meant that to be sarcastic, so she hadn't expected this person to say anything along the lines. Sure the person had been scolding her like a mother would do to a child being naughty or having done something wrong… Doesn't that mean the same thing? Oh well, but either way, Celine had not been expecting the answer and she was shocked to the point she couldn't speak. First discovering her father and uncles, but so far no aunts, and now her…mother? It was expected of Celine for her heart to instantly clamp up and suspicion to settle in.

But during the time that she's been reunited with her father, he had not once spoken of her mother to her. Not any time that she could recall.

It's a painful subject with your father about me, the woman clarified and Celine thought she could feel someone soothing her hair and gently caressing the skin on her cheek. Originally, I am supposed to be dead, still am in fact. The reason I am talking to you now, my child, is that the moment you were about to lose sight of who you are, your power intervened and awakened a memory of me. Celine, why are you losing sight of yourself? You were almost there…

I don't know what to do…

A consoling touch embraced her as if her mother, still invisible to her sight, was hugging her. Yes, I know what has happened to you. You can become stronger from this. You are not able to conceive a child with a demon… Well apparently angels weren't supposed to conceive at all but here you are… But I know you are not with child. The power within your body expelled that vile man's seed, even if he's a fallen and not a demon.

A fallen…? Silence filled the space. Father rules the fallen…

She laughs; the sound was such a gentle melody to Celine's ears. Ah yes, Azrael had made big plans to achieve that goal. I'm glad that he was able to complete it. At least this way he doesn't have to continuously deal with souls daily. He'll have some help… At least I hope.

But if fallen are the ones that have done this to me…

You're father will not be happy at all once he finds out. Serious coated her voice. You do know that he will tear this planet apart if he cannot find you. Celine felt herself nodding, knowing it to be the truth. He can't bear to lose you, not now. Nor would I, but I cannot be with you forever. Soon this communication will be brought to an end.

How do I find myself?

You already know, my sweet. Although she couldn't see her smile, she could certainly feel it in the atmosphere that was between and around them. It was a dark isolated space, but she wasn't isolated. Her mother was here beside her, only because she had nearly lost sight of herself. A gentle touch felt somewhere around her beating heart. A touch that felt like it went through her instead of touching her physical body. The answer is within your heart… silence blossomed in the air, as if she was thinking of what else she could say to her daughter. But it was almost as if she was calculating something. Do not forget this, Celine. Any answer you require, just look to yourself and you'll find it.

Everything changed. The warmth turned into a shivering cold, her presence left behind an emptiness that chocked Celine's heart and silence had descended so rapidly it was like death had suddenly sprung up and captured her. She suffocated within the middle of that darkness, not sure if she was standing on anything or if she was just floating in the middle of nowhere. All she knew is that she could feel nothing but hear only her thoughts. Her mother had been speaking to her in her mind, not aloud like she had first thought. Nothing could register to her ears, but within her mind it was as if it was being typed to her, spoken in a voice not computerized. It was strange at the same time comforting. Not only had she spoken to her mother, although only because of her power intervening because she was losing sight of herself, but she was able to grasp a quick image of her.

A scream ripped through the darkness like lightning through a cloud. Not knowing if her eyes were opened or closed, she kept alert to see if that strange blue lightning would fork across the darkness again, sending a rippling scream through its mast like thunder booming in the air. It streaked through again, flashing blue and soon another scream rippled through the space like thunder. Soon she was able to hear sound, identifying them as voices just as quick, but was unable to capture the words. They appeared like colourful rippling waves on a screen, but she was in the dead centre of it.

These words soon were able to be made out, a conversation, but where one sounded as if they were suffering. The other sounded satisfactory, as if they had won a prize. Celine was only hearing parts of a conversation, but she definitely understood a male voice to a female's. The one who was suffering sounded female, familiar, friendly, but was absolutely loathing this male she was talking to. This male had similar thoughts about the female in his tone of voice. He hated her, loathed her to a high extent he would wish painful torture on the poor female. But so far, he was satisfied with something that Celine couldn't yet grasp.

She was in the same place as them if she was able to hear this, but why was she not doing anything to stop this male from torturing the female?

Shaking her head, Celine knew why. It was because she had completely sheltered herself within her own body that she was useless to even help herself. But now she knew better. She could help herself but she didn't want to at first, until her mother appeared. Now she knew that she couldn't just sit back and feel sorry for herself. It was selfish, stupid and above all, pathetic. It wasn't her, it was human and she's not human. Although she has known fourteen years of her life to be human, she knew for three years that she was not one. She has been fighting her opposition as being who she really is. Not some human that has no chance against them.

"I am an angel…" she declared to herself, slowly and surely the feeling within her was growing hotter and more confident. "I am a Seraph and I will lead the angels to victory against the demons…" confident as she may appear, Celine hadn't a clue on how she was going to start training the others to be ready for the battle. She huffed and sighed, but she was not going to give up. She can use this time wisely whilst she has it. She will make up a plan that will make it safe for both humans and angels to work alongside each other to defend this planet from the demon's hands.

The female screamed, ripples after ripples of pain alerted a sense deep within her. Something was uncoiling, reacting in a way that didn't feel positive. Anger surged up, deep, bright and hot to the point it nearly burned her and a brilliant white flame appeared in her hand. She stared at the sudden flame, amazed by its white pureness. But she found out from within the flame who had been screaming and for what reasons. Marie was in trouble! A whole heap of it with Raziel!

"Marie…" she whispered, her heart ached in pain for the girl. She wanted to save her. She had been the only human from this place to have ever showed her care. How could she even repay the girl for her kindness? Another scream rippled through and sent her body to crunch up in pain as if she was receiving it instead. The flame continued to dance in her palm, but it was now admitting something that was luring her towards its centre. "Marie…" she whispered again, before her mind became absorbed into the hotness of the flame.

It's time…