Introducing Talia

           Many people see me and they think “exotic beauty”. They couldn’t be more correct. I’m the type of girl many consider mysterious and tempting (men and women alike.) I’m 17 years old and I was adopted into the Brooks family along with Rosy when I was just a toddler. There’s not much that I care about. School’s at an all-time high with the social life, fun and sex; life is nothing but an easy win.

         I’m not single but I’m not restricted either. My very open minded boyfriend is Jake (the eye catching, heart breaker of our class). I spend most of my time with him and my sister Rosy at school and in the bed room; if you know what I mean. We usually play games and get together to talk about the lab rat that we have at home. I couldn’t be more offended by the fact that my parents have brought her in. I swear there’s nothing great about that girl. She’s nothing but a freak. Then again, that’s why she’s here; to be experimented on. It shames me to say that Zoriah is my sister, so I just don’t say it at all.  If I had my way, we would’ve left her in the alley where she was found. Seriously, who picks up a 9 year old, covered in blood and ash, from the street? The Brooks are crazy, but they pay for it all so I might as well put up with it. In the meantime, there’s nothing left to do but have fun with the situation.

           What else can I tell you about myself? I have no idea what happened to my birth parents and I honestly don’t care. All I can thank them for is my good looks, besides that, they’re nothing to me. I totally love my sister Rose. It’s why I talk about her so much. She’s not only as beautiful as I am, she’s also innocent, and easy to convince, please, and all in all… I have her. She’s mine. Oh! Here she comes now…gotta go. She seems to be having trouble taking off her dress  :-P.

introducing roger

Hi…

Ever feel like you’re surrounded by idiots? I do, all the time.  It’s as if people are programmed to only notice the obvious; as if there was some law against looking ahead of what’s in front of you.  I’m the type of guy that will always ask questions, search for answers and I’ll never judge a book by its cover.  There’s a lot more to people that you think.

My name is Roger and I’m 18 years old.  I’ve been on my own since I was 12. My parents died in an attempt to save my life. How does a 12 year old kid survive this cruel world alone? Let’s just say I have my secrets.  I also have my guilt, but I won’t get into that now.  I’ll, hopefully, get the chance to redeem myself.

What else can I say? I have a girlfriend named Rose. The most innocent girl you can find; she’s practically all I have.  She and her sisters, Talia and Zoriah, were adopted by the Brooks.  They seem to be good people.  I just hope they never get their hands on me. Why? You ask; well let’s just say, I don’t have black hair and green eyes.

an angel torn part 13

Icais was in his corridors trying to make sense of everything from Lillian and Peter to Zael and Red.  He had no problem on doing to Lillian what he had done to Solange; mind tricks were his specialty, and if a woman was foolish enough to fall for them, he believed that she was more than deserving of the fate that waited.  He began to look into Lillian’s life story; a 23 year old girl with a special interest in the supernatural.  She apparently enjoyed going out to the park and reading a mystery or two under the bridge during her free time.  She also worked at the local Starbucks and met Peter there because he was making frequent visits.

Once he had the info on his next victim, he decided to look into his partner in crime, Zael. ‘What could a demon of such high category want with a low-life like Peter?’ he asked himself. While trying to find an answer to his question, his gargoyle popped up and interrupted his train of thought.

-“What do you want? Can’t you see I’m working? He said, knowing that the gargoyle wouldn’t answer.  All of a sudden there was a call at the door. “Icais?”

Icais got up and headed to the entrance.  He couldn’t recognize the voice and wondered who it could be.  Once he opened, he was surprised to find Red standing at the door.  He hadn’t noticed that her eyes were a hypnotizing crimson color.  Her golden hair fell perfectly over her body.  He felt a pull towards her; desire ran through his body and in his mind were lustful thoughts that he had to force himself to ignore.

She stood there for about a minute until she opened her mouth. “May I come in?”

Instantly he reacted as if having heard an order from her father.  She entered with her wings following behind her as Icais stared and studied every single angle of her angelic body. Her blonde locks fell over her back with the tips that almost seemed like vivid fire, revealing only a bit of skin up to where her pearl colored tunic covered her lower body and fell graciously on the floor. On the patch of skin there was a symbol that he couldn’t make out.  He could almost say that it was starting to show itself at that moment; as if a hidden code was being revealed on her skin.  She turned to face him.

-“Is there something that catches your eye, Icais?” she asked, almost in a playful manner. 

Icais smiled. “You are your mother’s daughter.” was all that he replied.

-“I wouldn’t know. I never met my mother. But father says that I look just like her.  Dad says I have no trace of my ‘angel’ side, except for the feathers on my wings; which shed off every now and then to leave no doubt of what I really am.”

Icais couldn’t keep his eyes off her.  He absorbed every word that came from her mouth like a sponge.  Hypnotized by her beauty, he didn’t notice the feathers falling on the ground, or the symbols emerging from her skin. “Succubus…” was all that he could say.

-“Yes, succubus; all that I am will draw you to me” she said back.  They looked into each other’s eyes and she could see that she already had him. He was helpless.  He got closer to her and, as if to wake up from a trance, he shook his head and grabbed her by the neck, threw her against the wall and opened his wings.  He took flight and with all his strength, he held her against the wall that she had just been thrown against.  Red feathers filled the room; she had already shed and shown her true nature.

With anger in his voice he asked her what she was doing there. 

-“You’d never do anything your father sends you to! I saw you in the throne room.  You’re nothing but a pawn to him and, by far, the most obedient pawn he has.”

-“I owe Luke my life,” Red said. “He saved me when everyone else wanted me dead.”

There was silence in the room as Icais waited for Red to answer the original question.  He let her go, once he noticed that she was harmless and when she was released, she answered.

-“He sent me here to seduce you until I could breach your mind and heart.”

Icais chuckled in disbelief.  Red looked at him puzzled and somewhat offended by the smirk that had come from him. “What’s so funny?” she asked.

-“Honey, I have two things for tell you. First off, you’ll never accomplish that.  If mind games are my specialty, how do you pretend to enter mine? Secondly, even if you do enter my mind and “heart”, assuming I have one, there’s nothing to hide.  I wear my emotions on my sleeve and I always speak my mind.  If Luke wants to enter my mind, all he has to do is ask. He looked at Red as she analyzed what was being said to her. “What were you looking for anyway?” Icais asked the half-succubus.

-“Anything I can find that will make sense of an unchanged prophecy”.  Icais looked at her as if she had just shed some light upon some of the events that had taken place through the years.  Luke had sent him on some of the cruelest missions and after all of them he would ask the same question: “Do you have any remorse?” as if to find a change from his angel form to his, not so new, dark version of himself.

-“What does the prophecy say? And what’s it got to do with me?” Icais asked.

-“Well,” she answered, “I’m not sure it has anything to do with you.  You don’t seem to have a trace of angel in you and the prophecy remains unchanged.”

-“And how do you know it’s unchanged? I thought you had to be able to see at least a fraction of the future to be able to see something like that?” As he kept on asking questions, answers came with more questions.

-“That I get from Michael.” Red replied. Those words struck as a wake-up call for Icais.  He hadn’t heard that name in a very long time.  He was one of the direct sons of the Big Guy.

-“That’s who your father is?” he asked.  “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t really shock me to hear that. He always had a different way of seeing things from the rest of the angels.”

Red looked at Icais, somewhat intrigued by what he was saying.  She hadn’t heard much about her father except for his abilities and that he has no knowledge of her. ‘Never make an attempt to see him,’ Luke had warned her, ‘Remember his father prefers you dead.’ Those words went through her mind like thunder between two clouds. She had just realized that Icais had a lot more information to provide that just an unchanged prophecy.

Icais looked at her, knowing what she was thinking. “I’ll do it.” Was all he said to the thoughts running through Red’s mind.

an angel torn part 12

Icais looked at his master confused.

-“Just do as you’re told. Your mission is Lillian.  Peter will be handled by Zael.”  Luke said. He couldn’t contain the smile at the surprised look that was splattered all over Icais’ face.  “All will be known in time” was all he answered to the unmentioned question that ran through the mind of his soon to be right hand. 

Suddenly two other demons came into the throne room, got on their knees and were up once pardoned. 

-“News from upstairs” said the first demon. He was a normal looking fellow; at least compared to the other demons.  The other one, on the other hand seemed more ‘angel-like’.  If it wasn’t for its red wings it would’ve been confused with one. Luke observed how Icais tried to make sense of what he was seeing until he finally interrupted the demon’s train of thought.

-“She’s of a neutral species.” Luke clarified. Icais glanced at Luke and then back to the one of the ‘neutral species.

-“She’s born of angel and demon alike.” Luke kept explaining. Meanwhile the red-winged entity looked at the ground waiting for Luke to allow him to speak. “They have no real loyalty to either side.  They’re considered celestial demons or infernal angels.  They’re free creatures enslaved to the fact that they don’t belong.” Icais only looked more confused with every word that came of Luke’s mouth.

-“But how is this possible?”  He asked.

-“Have you ever encountered a succubus?” Luke asked him.  Icais smirked and instantly understood.  Then another question ran through his mind, but before he could ask, Luke was already answering.  “Yes, a succubus can love.  It’s rare and it was an irritation at first but then i learned to use it to my advantage.  The process is simple.  Every succubus is made to love only one entity.  Whether it’s human or angel or demon, they’re made to love only one other.  Not all of them find that one other spirit, but when they do, well, the other is most likely to give in.  Red here, and that’s her name for you, was “born” about a century ago.  Does the Big Guy upstairs know about this? Yes! I’m surprised he never mentioned them.  I’m sure you heard the story of the archangel that gave himself in lust. No one knows which on it is and what happened. Well, except the Big Guy and me, of course. He and i made a deal. I keep the indiscretion of his son quiet and he lets me keep the spawn.  The mother died giving birth and i took her as my own.”

Once everything seemed more clear, Luke glanced at Icais and the, once confused, demon understood that he had to leave. As Icais left, Luke signaled Red to begin sharing what news she had from the heavens.  But before she could speak, Luke noticed that something was wrong.  He looked into Red’s eyes and saw what his ‘daughter’ had encountered.  Red was trembling while Luke was filled with a rage that ran right through him.  He put his right hand on the first demon’s chest and instantly, it was imploded.  He transferred his essence into Red and she was instantly recovered.

-“What, the hell, happened?” Luke asked. His tone gave out a hint of fear. “What was the entity that attacked you?”

-“That’s the news that was brought from upstairs.  It’s a new breed; not born but created, like you and the other elders. Up till now all i can say is that they possess an ability to specifically counteract any force caused by my kind. I couldn’t fight him.  He calls himself ‘Uran’ and he seems like a celestial demon but he’s made, not born.”

Red waited in silence until Luke decided to respond. For a few minutes there was complete silence.  “There’s another thing.” Red stated. Luke glared at her, waiting for her to speak.

-“Well tell me what it is?” Luke demanded.

-“The prophecy sir…” Red hesitated for a few seconds, but she didn’t dare to try Luke’s patience. “It hasn’t changed, sir”

Luke’s expression went from anger to an uncontrollable rage. Red disappeared instantly while Luke burned everything in his way.

introducing Zoriah

There are many questions that we ask ourselves throughout life.  When we’re children we ask ourselves “What am I?” The older we get the more complicated questions are. “Who am i?” or “Why am I here?” “What’s my purpose?” and “How will I get there?”

 My name is Zoriah, I’m 15 years old and I’m still stuck on the first question.  My birth parents are dead so I can’t ask them.  My adoptive parents are still trying to figure it out and the people around me don’t have a clue as to how I’m different, they just think I’m some pale chic with red eyes and white hair; but I am so much more.

I may not know exactly what I am but I can tell you that I’m sweet, fun (not that anyone would notice” and all though I prefer to be alone I always have my best friend Lilly.  She’s different and somewhat scary but she’s just angry because of the way people treat us. They push us away and look at us as if we’re freaks.  I don’t mind though. At least she’s not treated like a lab rat in her house.

 Anyways, back to me.  My parents, the Brooks, are geneticists. They refer to me as a perfect specimen.  My sisters, Rose and Taliah, are also adopted, but they say that I’m a freak and I should’ve stayed in the alley where my parents found me.  I still don’t know what they mean like that. I have absolutely no memory about my life before the Brooks took me in.  The kids at school say I’m awkward and that it seems I came out of a horror movie and Lilly says that I have the potential to kill them all…

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introducing Lilly

Do you believe that there’s darkness inside everyone?  When you look at the people around you, and you observe them, what do you see?  Do you only see kindness?  What about the quiet girl in the corner? You think there could be a chance that she’s not as sweet as she seems?

My name is Lilly.  I’m best friends with that quiet girl in the corner; Zoriah is her name.  I’m 15 years old and my hobbies include observing the people around me, intimidating those that think I’m a freak and making sure that Zoriah has a hint of reality in her life.  Sometimes she lives in her own world.  I don’t blame her though; she’s practically a lab rat at her house.  Her fantasy world is probably better than her reality. Me personally, I don’t have much to say about my family.  My parents died in an accident when I was young. My brother left and I know nothing about him since. 

I’ve been living around but I spend all of my time with Zoriah.  She’s all I have and I’m all she has.  Of course spending all of my time with her requires putting up with her stupid sisters.  I honestly can’t stand them.  Rose is an easy push-over that spends most of her time talking on the phone with her boyfriend. (There’s something strange about that guy). Talia is a skank. She spends her “priceless” time screwing herself, her boyfriend and Rose on special occasions.

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An Angel Torn Prt 11

Little John was stabbing himself over and over again. With every thrust came a sharp pain that crossed Icais’ chest until the child was finally to his knees. Before he took his last breath he looked at the man before him as he turned into is true form; a bat winged man with veins that made him look “like a volcano” the little boy though.  Little john pointed at Icais and called him “angel”.  Hearing that word brought shivers down his spine when all of a sudden, the child disappeared and in his place stood the one person that did know him as an angel. Solange was standing there in front of him with her blood in her hands.  When he looked twice, he realized what he was doing and with all the hate in the world he finished her off as a scream of rage ran through the empty black halls of his mind until he finally woke up from his nightmare and saw that he had killed his gargoyle…again.

After letting out a sigh of frustration he got up and washed his hands, put a fire in the center of his corridor where he made his spells, rituals and offerings for his father, Luke.  He took the blood of the corpse and spread it through the fire. The flames turned black and diminished slowly as his pet was being reborn.  The gargoyle looked at his master with disdain so, to make up for the mishap, he summoned one of the souls going to waste and chained it up for his pet to feed. After the meal, it seemed to be more content.

-“Blame the nightmares.” Icais said as he looked at the gargoyle who stared back at him with a hint of confusion.

-“Icais, his highness wishes to see you” stated a messenger at his door.

After Icais confirmed, the messenger smoked out.  Icais looked at his reflection one more time and headed towards the throne room.  While on his way, he observed the souls that were descending to the pits where they would be distributed according to sin.  He got a sudden flash back of the souls that passed through the gates of heaven and the contrast between them wasn’t subtle. He recognized a few that he had sent there himself just the day before.

Once he arrived, he rendered his reverence until he was cleared to stand.

-“Your highness” he said.

-“Icais” Luke replied, “Rise, my son.”

-“You summoned me?”

-“Yes. As you well know there is a rumor running around that I’m looking for another right hand.  Sorlozon has been sent to do a few things…”

-“Of course”, Icais interrupted, “the dog has to fetch the bone, right?

Luke regarded his comment with a simple smirk. “You really don’t like him.”

“What’s there to like?” Icais answered. “He’s a pawn that believes he’ll be rewarded.  He’s a fool and an easy push-over. Do you wish me to keep going?” Icais asked.

-“No. It’s ok.” Luke answered, “Back to the point. I’m considering you for the job but I need you to do one more job for me.”

-“What would that be?” Icais asked Luke.

-“her name is Lilian” Luke began to inform

-“Okay…What should I do?” he asked.

-“Remember what you did to Solange?...”

The flashback and mix of emotions started to stir up inside him.  He remembered all of the moments with her but felt completely different from the first time.  Rage flooded his whole existence and resentment filled him for ever having saved the woman that manipulated him and then forgot him to rot in the pits of his new home.

With that came the memories of the life he’s had for the last three years.

From Little John, who haunts him every night to the twins Sam and Alex that he gave dreams to every night until they were eventually influenced to forget who they were and actually believed they were a couple.  A slight hint of satisfaction came across his face as he remembered the hell they went through with their therapists, parents and society in general until Sam snapped and hanged himself.  Alex fell in to a deep depression and he was sent to a mental hospital. 

After the twins he had a few kills and that’s when Kiahra was assigned to him.  He was supposed to just convince her that witchcraft was a way to get away from her troubles, he got a bonus when she decided that sacrificing her virginity was a part of the deal.  She dragged down 3 more friends with her into the ritual.  One of them made a direct trip to hell that night.  There was a celebration in Icais’ name that night for achieving the reclusion of 3,000 souls to the cult.

With all the memories, he found himself smiling and slowly forgetting the rage that had tried to cloud his mind earlier. It had been a good 3 years and he’d been going up towards the thrown and now he had only one more job to do.

After reminiscing for a few seconds he replied, “of course I remember. You want her to dream with me until she kills herself?”

-“Well, yes.” Luke replied. “but don’t do it too quickly.  Her boyfriend is abusive because his mother went through the exact same thing. I do believe you know him”

Icais looked at Luke puzzled for a moment.

-“Peter.” Luke said.

After hearing the name he realized that this last mission was going to be hell. “That’s Solange’s son” Icais remarked. “Why do I have the feeling that this has a lot more to with him than it does with her?”

-“Because it does” Luke replied.

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