"I wanna know about the angels, about this war," she said, trying to present her question without being rude. "I wanna know exactly what's going on.""Very well," Jaron sighed. "If you really want the full story…" He cleared his throat before continuing. "The angels are a race of egotistical demons. We aren't even sure what their race was originally called. They adapted the name 'angel' because they considered themselves the messengers of God. They believe in 'survival of the fittest,' but they're the ones who decide just who lives and who dies. We retaliated against them…after suffering a tremendous loss. We've been fighting them ever since, trying to keep other planets safe, planets that they deemed 'unworthy.' They are a horrible race, and I wish we wouldn't have taken up calling them angels. It's a word meant for holy creatures, not these demonic cretins."Jaida listened intently to every word, wanting to know everything Jaron had to tell her. It was strange how he spoke. There was

Jaida marveled at the scenery before her. Everything about this planet was different, and she loved being able to experience it. She was starting to wonder if this was all real or just a dream. After all, no one would believe her if she told them about this world. It was kind of nice knowing that she was the only human ever to come to here…as a guest, anyway. The Deslyans had obviously seen a human before. She began to wonder if they saw them often or not. They fed off emotion, right? Maybe that was just a delicacy. Maybe there was something else they ate during the times they didn't have a human handy. "Do you like it here?" Nero asked her curiously. "It's amazing," she said with a smile. "Everything's so different…so beautiful." "Beautiful?" He just laughed a bit, enjoying her optimism. "I guess it is to someone who hasn't seen it. In reality, this place needs a lot o

Arius was soon only a few feet away from Lira, who was standing there, watching her children play with Jaida. They were thoroughly enjoying themselves. She eventually glanced back and smiled at Arius, obviously knowing beforehand that he had been there. "Hello Arius," she greeted. "It's been awhile." "That it has," he answered, stopping next to her. He was just watching Jaida play with Zoro, Moril, and Kiro. They were all laughing, kicking around their bright red ball. "She's a natural," Lira commented, giving Arius a sideways smirk. "She'll make a good mother one day." Arius just shrugged off the comment and continued watching. Jaida was smiling like she always was. He loved seeing her smile like that. It was nice knowing that her memories of his world wouldn't be horrible. He really did love his race, and h

Jaida pushed open the door to her house, taking off her shoes and setting down her book bag. She just sighed as she went into the living room and plopped down on the couch. She was tired, and it's not like anyone could blame her. She had just gone to another planet where she had been anything but welcome…though it hadn't been so bad. Not all Deslyans were human hating jerks. Arius came into the living room just as Jaida turned on the television. They had nothing else to do right now since Ms. Carlson wasn't home and they had finished their homework in school. Jaida just flipped through channels, looking for something of interest. She eventually landed on a news station, and the words out of the reporter's mouth quickly caught her interest. "In other news, it seems more and more buildings have been burning down lately," he began, shuffling through his stack of papers. "Just today, the old warehouse on main mysteriously burst into flame

Arius snapped to attention as Jaida cried out after colliding with the ground for a second time that night. For now the thought of his bleeding arm was pushed to the back of his mind. He had to make Lucius pay for hurting Jaida. The angel was currently preparing to throw his sword downwards, aiming it at her. Arius wasn't about to allow something like that to happen. Just as Lucius began preparing to throw his sword like a spear, Arius came up behind him and grabbed it, his hand locking around the red and silver blade. Lucius glanced back at him, watching in slight surprise. Arius is bleeding arm was now pouring out even more as his hand was getting cut by the blade. However, in one quick motion, he pulled back on it, and the sword snapped in half. He quickly took the piece he had and thrust it towards Lucius. It ended up going through the angel's left wing. Lucius cried out a bit as his own blade pierced through him, and he found it to be d