Chapter Twenty Four: Angel and Demon Part Three: Angel

Her eyes jolted open. She quickly looked around to find out where she was. It looked like a small room, like a cell, and had only one door. She tried to move toward it, but she found that her right arm was restrained by a shackle which was bolted to the wall. She tugged on it, trying to remove it, but to no avail. Grabbing the shackle with her left hand and pulling, she managed to loosen the restraint. She finally managed to break it, though, after a decent amount of pulling. It clattered to the ground, allowing her to stand up. She stretched her limbs to relieve tension, looking down at her hands. They seemed to have something inside of them that wasn't physical. She walked around the room, noticing how cold the floor was on her bare feet. She noticed a mirror across the hallway. She pulled on the door, trying to open it. It snapped open, allowing her access to the hallway. She walked up to the mirror, a large, full length mirror that revealed her reflection to her.

She was dressed in a grey tank top and grey shorts, her only clothing. She had a decently built body, not overweight, but also not extremely toned. Something seemed to be inside her though, a power she couldn't determine. Maybe she had good LV, maybe not. She looked at her hair, which was flowing, its length going past her midriff. The hair itself had a little curl to it, almost naturally. She seemed to have a kinder face, one that seemed to be lively. Her eyes seemed strange to her. They were blue, but with a greyish tint, a combination that seemed strange to her. She looked deep into her aura. It seemed to be light, but she couldn't quite tell.

Suddenly, she saw something. She couldn't quite make it out, but it was a strange mix of green, purple, blue, and yellow. Then a flash hit her, causing her to drop to her knees. Her head throbbed, causing her to hold her hand up to it.

But, suddenly, it stopped. She stood up, shaking her head.

"What was that?" she thought. But, not getting an answer, she decided to look around. Oddly enough, she couldn't remember anything that had happened to her prior to her waking up. It puzzled her.

"I should probably go find out where I am." She thought.

The hallway she traversed was long and she didn't see any doors in it save one. She opened it to find a supply closet full of uniforms of various colors. She pulled out a white one, looking at it. It had a big green heart in the middle of the chest area, but otherwise, no color. She put it on, glad that she actually had decent clothing. The uniform felt warm, as if someone else had worn it just prior.

She dug in the pockets of the uniform, finding a very faded ribbon that she assumed had once been red. She put the ribbon back; not her type of accessory.

Another flash, this one almost causing her to black out. This time she saw two people, one of them resembling her. They looked really happy together, but the flash ended before she could see anything else.

"Was that me?" she thought.

She noticed a clipboard hanging on the wall. She walked over to it, reading it. It was a report about someone. Reading it, she realized that the person in question had a similar physical description to her.

"Is this about me?" she asked, looking through the report. Several things then caught her eye; an area marked 'LV', another marked 'species', and a third marked 'progress'. The area marked 'LV' had a significantly large number, but she didn't really take the time to reflect on it. The area marked 'species' had a term starting with an 'h', but it was scribbled out, the word 'angel' taking its place. The section marked 'progress' read 'Subject is progressing slower than the other half. Could potentially be due to nonuse of LV.'.

"Nonuse of LV?" the angel thought, confused.

She decided to ignore it, moving onward. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her.

"Where are all the guards?" she asked. "Normally there're ten guards in the distance I've walked."

She walked down the hallway to see several glass jars, six in total. They were inside of another glass door. The angel walked inside the door, touching them. A strange feeling entered her when she did.

"SOULs." She said, for no particular reason. Another flash, this time a larger vision, playing like a movie.

In the vision—the angel's voiceover text is in italics (on DeviantArt, look for text that doesn't say who speaks it)

The two figures looked over the subjects of their experiment. The two girls lay on the beds, one of them gripping the bed she was strapped to. They were dressed the same way the angel had been before she'd put on the uniform she was currently wearing. One looked older than the other, though, having darker hair and eyes. The older looking girl looked angry, struggling to escape her restraints, while the younger girl looked terrified, her eyes wide.

"Are you sure these are the two?" the first figure asked.

"Positive." The second said. "They have the proper qualifications. Their auras match."

"Qualifications? For what? And is that girl me? I mean, she looks like me. Her eyes are different though, but she looks a lot like I do."

"Well, then." The second said, looking down at them. "Shall we proceed?"

"What do you want with us?" the younger girl asked, her voice shaky.

"Poor girl. She sounds scared. I wonder what they want with them, though."

"You can't keep us here!" the older girl shouted, her arms and legs moving, trying to break the restraints.

"Try all you want." The first figure said. "Even with your abilities, you can't break those restraints."

"Abilities? What abilities? Do those two girls have abilities? What could they be?"

The second figure stood over the younger girl, putting her fingers through her hair.

"I'll break your neck" the girl shouted. "If you lay a hand on her!"

"Empty threats." The first figure said. "We have no intention of killing you, so rest assured in that."

"What should I do now?" the second figure asked.

"Take them for 'preparations'." The first figure said. The second nodded, wheeling the two girls off to another location.

"What is she going to do to them? And does it have anything to do with those glass jars I saw earlier?"

The vision ended right there, bringing the angel back to reality.

Present time

"What did I see?" the angel asked herself. Deciding to ignore it, she walked on, trying to find any sort of help to determine where she was.

She looked into a certain room and saw a beautiful mural, a portrait she'd never seen before. She walked inside, examining it further.

The mural was a portrait of an angel and a demon. The environment was a mix of blue and red, some areas blue, others red. The angel was cupping a red heart in her hands, holding it to her chest. The demon was holding the angel protectively, the angel seeming to be happy with the demon's embrace. One of the demon's hands rested on the heart, as if guarding it as well.

"Guardian." The angel read the nameplate, curious. "The second in the set, this piece portrays the SOUL guarded by the spirits. The two entities represent the two aspects of existence. Quite an interesting piece."

The angel left the room, traversing down another hallway. She wondered where in the building she could be and if it was relative to an exit.

However, she suddenly stopped. She saw someone in front of her. This individual was dressed very similarly to her, however, her uniform was red and had an upside down heart on it. The angel assumed then that it was the older girl she'd seen, except her eyes were black with red slits in them, a small amount of red fire coming off of them. She also seemed to be able to use dark magic, as evidenced by the power in her hand.

The girl gasped, seeming to recognize her. The dark magic in her hand disappeared, the girl simply standing in front of the angel.

"Who are you? She (the other girl) asked, her voice harder than the angel's, but still holding a good degree of kindness. "And why do I feel I know you?"

"I could ask you the same question." The angel said, her voice soft. "I keep seeing you. What are you?"

"I think I'm a demon." The girl said. "How about you?"

"I read a clipboard" the angel said, thinking. "That said I was an angel."


So, the angel has met the demon (from her perspective this time). What does this spell for the two of them? Why did these people do the things they did to them? Will they recover their memories? Find out next chapter or so.