I debated selling out Lucifer, but that would only net me more scorn from the angel. They don't like sell outs, on either side. Offering information too easily would be tantamount to suicide. But there was another path...
I knelt down on the ground and folded my wings. No sense not playing this up. I put on my best preacher voice, a low, inspiring, masculine... thing.
"Do not resist an evil man. If he strikes you on the cheek, turn and present the other one." Damn, if only I had memorized the passage! Luckily, the quote was enough to pique the angels intrest. He stoped his flitting about and slammed the flat of his sword on the bottom of my chin, forcing my head to look him in the eye.
"Come with me." he growled. I nodded, and he grabbed my shoulder, unnnessassarily rough. Then, the world exploded.
Fragments of light were everywhere, shattering, reforming, making fractals and braking them within seconds. There were blues and whites and greens and yellows, all dancing, all over, flourishing and dieing before my eyes. I caught glimpses of other worlds, ones with other life, some pure, some less so. I saw glimpses of the past and the future, I saw spaceships and atomic bombs next to swords and sandals. I saw everything in a few seconds.
When we arrived, we were on a cloud. It was soft, yet firm, and managed to hold my weight despite being less substantial than cotton. There were a pair of white-gold gates, shimmering at the edge of the cloud. Before the gates sat a old man, scribbling away at his desk. Massive, magnificent golden wings sprung from his back like fountains of feathers. I could make out ornate carved leaves and twigs, not unlike the gears and sneering faces of Archdevils in hell. An Archsaint. One of the most powerful beings alive. The wings stretched for miles in each direction.
"Saint Peter, I have a Demon. He quoted the bible though. Can you let me through to see Michael?" Said my captor. Peter merely looked up.
"Just a demon?"
"Yessir."
"Hmm. How was he able to quote the bible then?"
"That's what I'm trying to find out. Can I see Michael, please?"
"Fine, fine, just keep an eye on him."
"Yessir."
Peter raised his wings, giving us a massive series of arches made by his feathers. We continued inside, with the gates mysteriously gone. In their place was a portal, another thing of shimmering lights and phantasms. We passed through to find ourselves in a city of gold and marble, with white and gold everywhere. It would have given anyone a headache were it not for the stripes of blue breaking it up. We continued to a large building. A dome sat like a rediculous hat upon its crown, with a spire upon that. We entered to find ourselves in a massive hallway, with gold trim and blue paint. I was really starting to get tired of the color scheme here.
Another Archsaint greeted us, going down the staircase in a noble manner.
"Aeowel! How good it is to see you!" He said happily. "My boy, how goes the demon hunting? And why-" he said, looking at me, "is
that here? It's tainting up my drawing room."
"It quoted the bible. I didn't know demons could do that. I didn't think they were even willing."
"They're not, usually. It would appear that one of our younger angels dyed their wings black." He said, turning to Aeowel again, and a smile broke out over his face. "Hmm! I think that this demon may be ready for redemption! Marvelous! He, that is, the Lord, told me this would happen someday! Wonderful!" Michael looked at me, with one of the most massive smiles I'd ever seen stretching almost litterally from ear-to-ear. I stuck my tongue out at him in a fit of childishness.
"Look, Archsaint. I don't want to be a angel anymore. I don't want to be a demon. What I want," I said slowly, so that it would be sure to get through his thick skull, "Is a home. And I found one on earth. I want back."
"Hmm. Very interesting. I'll have to speak to Him to see what to do. For the time being, Explore, find some new clothes, bathe. Oh please, do bathe." He smiled again. The burn from his holiness was getting unbearable. I was glad when he left, until a small soul skittered out to take my clothing. It had red hair and a small face. A little girl.
Some time later, I was bathed and dressed in the holy rags of the angels. It was uncomfortably soft and finely tailored. I hated every inch of the fabric. Michael came back down the stairs to greet me as I picked the cloth out of a very private area. He scowled a bit before cheering back up.
"I've conversed with the Lord. He said that he'd let you go back to earth if you truly wish, but also made it clear that you may have changed your mind. He said that you added quite a bit of chaos to his plans, but that he thinks it may turn out even better than before! That's some accomplishment, there!"
"But, back to the matter at hand. Will you go to earth? Or will you stay here and be a angel. Both could be interesting choices, if Agrael is still down there." Michael looked troubled for just a moment. But I had a disicion to make. White, or grey?
You have one point to spend.
Blood- 1
(Combat skill. Denotes physical ability, and is universal for every weapon.)
Bone- 1
(Defenive skill. Denotes your ability to take a hit.)
Flesh- 2
(Mental skill. Denotes mental ability and problem solving.)
Ash- 1
(Luck. Governs... Activities that require luck. Linked to your Divinity.)
Divinity- -8
(How holy you are. 0 is neutral. -10 is demonic. 10 is Archangel level. You may not spend a skill point here. Your actions guide this stat.)
Blight-
You can kill humans with a touch, and prolonged contact with an angel will kill them too. Demons are immune to this power, being Blighted already.
Rising-
Don't count on it, but a few angels know of you and will help you do good acts. This doesn't mean they don't pain you or like you though.
Demonic seduction-
You can get weak-willed humans to do your bidding.
Consume-
you have the ability to consume souls. Doing so gives you more power, but diminishes your divinity.
White cloak
White robes
Sword (2 foot)(Gold and steel)
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