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the old man replied. "Did you suffer?" Angel’s mother asked him. Angel gave her a warm smile. "None that I couldn't bare, but the goddess did answer your prayers and sent an Angel to me. Without her help, I would not have been able to contact Xavier. Without her, I would be dead," Angel said. "She is human?" His father asked. Angel nodded. "She is one of my captor's family but also one of us…" "I don't understand," his mother said with a puzzled frown.

I muttered. Len must have heard me, as he turned to me. "We just are. Heaven has the virtues and I suppose we are their foils." I tilted my head, shrugged, and continued my train of thought. Another contrast in the lives of angels and demons was in their individual will. Demons didn't have free will, but angels did. I wasn't sure about other realms, though. Perhaps that was some research I could do. Whoever said that one person couldn't make a difference was wrong. One decision had changed the course of history for multiple realms. A smirk formed on my lips as I recalled my fateful decision.

“Fine!” Arrow watches her bounce down the walkway. “Angel is my half brother, Hermaphroditus. He was born male, but fell in love with a water nymph. They wanted to be together forever, so they somehow figured out how to merge their bodies into one. They go by Angel now and they adore Hedone’s free spirit.” “That’s…” I don’t even know what that is… I watch Hedone bounce on her toes and pull Angel into the house where an omega is waiting on the porch to show them around. “There, uh, there should be enough bedrooms if she wants her own.”

"DAEN IT!" I threw a chair on the wall in anger. It seemed like the last straw for me. Why couldn't she trust me!? Why does she trust Carl over me! H*ck! Right now, it seemed like she could trust any man over me! "Why Angel? Why?!" I'm not the type of guy who cries over small things. Especially not over girls, but, Angel... she had the power to make this gangleader cry for her. Yes. I admit. I'm fri**ing crying over the possibilities of Angel being hurt! Or being killed.

Sonny asked as she threw over her shoulder her baggy shirt. "Fallen angels." Luce corrected, "You are the Sons of the Fallen." Luce said. Sonny frowned, "I'm a girl." She retorted, "The Creator never created girls or boys, he never fed five thousand men and women. Men and sons of men are they that filled his garden and you are the end of it all. But-" He paused, "Only after you are complete." "Complete? There's more of us with powers? Where then are the rest?" Garvin asked,

That fear has fueled his self-preservation paranoia even more. "Affirmative, host." The system replied to Quickstep. 1. Angels – these beings were present on the creation of everything. They were the ones who safeguarded the realms until its completion. Acknowledged for their bravery and righteousness, they battle every foe with unbridled savagery until all that they judged evil are retuned to nihility. Angels use primordial magic of light. 2. Devils – fallen angels who desecrated what they were meant to be. Tempted by chaos, these angels discarded their wings of truth and abandoned their love for creation. They wreaked havoc upon the infinite realms. Devils use primordial magic of chaos.

I find a fresh outfit before stripping out of my sweaty morning clothes. I put my old clothes in a basket. Each dorm room has their own personal maid that keeps our rooms clean and washes our clothes. Because apparently angels are incapable of taking care of that themselves. I go to my bathroom and quickly take out my contacts. The damn things dry my eyes out and burn like hell but the Council would kill me if I didn’t wear them. Light angels have light eyes and hair. Dark angels have dark eyes and hair. The Council forbids the mixing of the breeds: hybrids are killed on sight.

Ana nods, “Yes, I want to know why. I'm betting Misha will want answers too. She thinks her parents died, but they didn't, did they?” “Some immortals die like vampires, witches, and werewolves but angels and demons don't.” “What about a halfling like me?” she asks. “You could, but it would take special circumstances.” “And Misha?” I smile at the mention of her name, “She can't.” I look forward to an eternity with her. Ana sighs, “Sucks, but I get it. What makes angels' powers not work here?” “It's called the shroud or veil. It restricts powers at all levels.”

"Why did you call me that?" Amara asked, still sitting on Damascus's lap. He had called her angel twice and she wondered at its meaning. It was Damascus's turn to look slightly embarrassed. He looked away for a moment at the trees that surrounded them. "After my accident and I found out that you weren’t a Dragon, I thought of you as my wingless angel," he said. His gaze returned to her. Amara smiled at the nickname and decided that she in fact liked it when he called her that. "You don't mind, do you?" Damascus asked and Amara shook her head in answer.

She had to tell me what he was, what made him so special and what those things behind him were. “You’ve heard stories, right?” she said quietly. “About Angels? My breath caught. “Yes,” I replied. “Supernatural beings that protect the earth, they are in heaven with God, he is the all time supreme being.” “Humans,” she rolled her eyes. “Well, there's a little truth in it. The supreme one and all, after all, he's the one that cast demons here.” I nodded, soaking in all the information. “So he is—”