Angel of Darkness
Intro: A hybrid who lives in secret, struggles with acceptance because she is a monster. Thoughts persuade her peace and it doesn't help that she's been discovered. A story of self struggle and pain, as one battles their true demons....their thoughts.
The forest is my home. Away from my people, away from the judgement, and away from the hurt. Here lies my home. A simple space in the trees. After days of building, I finally have a decent treehouse. It might not have the ‘works’, but here I feel at peace. Nothing but the animals and the wind. I stand at the entrance and release my wings. They are dark as the night sky while my skin is fair white. There is no one else like me and if there was, they are dead.
Kicked out by the angels and laughed at by the demons. I have no where to go. So, I made this forest my home and if anyone disturbs my peace, there will be hell to pay. I fly the skies to observe humans. They are small people with no brain to call their own. The devil controls the young by social media and the angels control the adults with churches. The humans are simply dolls in a bigger story and it makes me feel bad, but also happy. These mixed emotions are because of my bloodline of being half god, half devil. This is my mental battle every night. I see a child pranking his mother and she gets so scared she passes out. A part of me wants to help the child know right from wrong while another part of me wants the child to be put in the system, because he doesn’t know his mother is not going to wake up without an ambulance.
I tighten my fist and fly down. Luckily humans cannot see us, so I land in front of him and create a halo on top of his head. The kid blinks a few times and then runs off for help.
“Hey demon, what are you doing?!” someone yelled. I look to my right and see a fat angel approaching. He stops in front of me and looks at my wings. “You have feathers, not leather skin? What the heck are you?!”
“None of your damn business. Now, next time, show up quicker before another kid is almost motherless!” I state while flying away. I looked behind me and saw him take out a phone. “That’s not good.”
I put a good distance between us and with no one around I burned a tree to the ground. I knew this would cause a forest fire but a part of me didn’t care. I mean I am a demon afterall like that fat angel said. I let the fire spread and I hear people screaming. I see some nearby demons and they see the work I have done. They come next to me and when they can see me clearly, they scowl.
“Why the hell is your skin so ugly?! Who wants to look so clean and white? Stop pretending to be someone you're not….AHHH!” he begins to scream as my pure hell of fire melts his skin. His friends look on with fear until he is no more.
“WHO THE HELL ARE TO TELL ME HOW TO LOOK?! You don’t know me! I am a devil, alongside an angel and I don’t want to be one or the other!” I screamed. His friends look at his ashes and then immediately turn to me. They dashed at me and that was a big mistake. My wings turn to leather blades and I slash them all in half. Blood was everywhere and I took off back to my home. There was my home, the place where I am accepted for who I am. I landed near the entrance and froze. Something was holding me. I look down at that fat angel and use my wings to rip his rope. He looks at me with shock.
Rustle! More soldiers appear and they release their weapons.
“Why won’t you leave me alone!” I yelled as massive energy was released from my body. All the soldiers are down and when I look at my hands, one is glowing white and the other black. The soldiers ready themselves. I peer at my sword near the entrance. It’s been years since I used it. A gift given to me by my father and mother before their gruesome lords killed them. It was their way of telling me to live on, but without them, I have faced nothing but hatred. Who could love this horrible hybrid?
“Soilders, take her down! This is a command from our leader!” the fat man stated. They charge at me and I quickly summon my sword. The first soldier approaches and I slash him. He turns to clouds and I move onward to the rest. If angels had blood, this place would have been a murder scene. The fat one was left and he looked at me with fear. I smirked at him and he was about to pull his weapon. I snap my fingers and he freezes. I levitate him towards me and shake my finger.
“I believe enough angels have died today. Now call your leader and tell him, ‘mission completed’!” I commanded. My eyes glow red as I feel him give into my trans. I let him go and see him grab his phone.
“The mission is complete, my lord. The hybrid myth to bring peace to both sides and bring you down is dead!” he said. My eyes go wide with shock. Me, the savior of both battling races and bringing peace. He hangs up the phone and I stab him in the heart. He turns to air and I quickly gather my things to find a new home. I fly through the sky and pull out an old photo of my parents. They were both second in command to the rulers and fell in love by accident. They fled when their secret was discovered and disguised themselves as humans. We lived a peaceful life until one day we almost got hit by a truck and my parents had to use their powers to save me and the people behind us.
“To bring peace huh?” I laugh at the thought and find a nice abandoned house in the forest preserve. After my parents died, I tried to blend in with the angel race so I wouldn’t be homeless and stay with the foster kids. All that ended when a boy was picking on me when he saw my fangs. I lost it and sprouted my black wings. The foster teacher was kind enough to not tell the angel guards and told me to leave. So, I hid my white skin aura with a cloak and sneaked into Hell. I stayed there for two years in another foster home. The only down part was not being able to come out of the cloak.
I only got discovered when a little demon boy was falling from a cliff and I wrapped my cloak around him so I could carry him. The parents were thankful for the save but when they saw my skin, they looked at me with fright. They had every right to be scared because the angels were winning the war with the demons. So, I packed my bags and went back to the human world. Since then I have been on my own to survive. Times were hard and as I watched the humans become consumed by the angels and demons' influence, it made me realize I was no match for them.
So, how could I bring peace? How could I bring balance between a race that won’t listen to reason? They killed my own parents because they were the pure example that we could live in harmony. I lay down on the couch and looked at my parents photo. Tears went down my face because I wished they were here, to feel their love was what I needed to move on, but all I felt was rage. I look back at my sword forged by the both of them and clench my fist. I rise up and search through my bag for my mothers old armor. I place it on and reveal my wings. I place my sword in its scabbard and walk towards the door.
This may be a stupid plan but it may be the only way to bring peace one day. I will kill the lords of Heaven and Hell because what’s more powerful than being killed by the truth. The truth of knowing we can get along and be more than enemies like my parents and to help one another instead. To be our own leaders and not have someone else tell us what to do or who to fear. This is my mission and my purpose because I am not a monster, I am peace.
…. “Plus, getting to kill anyone who gets in my way is fun too.” I smiled. Hey, not all things can be good and pure. I am still a devil too. Wink!
FIN
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