The Devil's Daughter

Chapter 13 ~ Memories

Chapter 13 ~ Abbegael

The 'clack', 'clack', 'clack', of wooden swords being swung together with force filled the large white room, echoing off the walls in an endless tumult of sound. The two young boys fought relentlessly, as if their lives depended on it as their attentive audience watched on entranced. 

The taller of the two, a well-built, brown haired angel with only two years left with the children before he would finally take his place in the army, easily blocked the swings from the eleven year old he faced. 

Flicking the black locks from his eyes with a twist of his head the younger continued allowing the taller boy to think he had the upper hand; weakening his swings and just barely blocking attacks. Then, as the blonde, with a smirk on his face, went in for the final blow; putting all his weight behind the swing to knock his opponent off balance, the dark haired boy knew it was time.

The force of the blow would have thrown him to the ground if it had hit, but with an unwavering certainty he knew where it would land and dodged before it even came close, spun slightly so he was beside his opponent and launched his own attack while the blonde was still recovering from his failed attempt.

The blow to the side would not have done too much damage, or helped at all if not for the shock of its force which slowed any attempt at defence and allowed another blow to be landed, this one hitting the sword arm causing his hand to relax enough for the next hit to send the wooden sword flying from his grasp. Before the blonde could even think about going after it the young black haired boy had the tip of his wooden sword against the older boys throat.

"Dead." 

Anger marred the defeated boys face, but before another battle ensued, one of the lower class angels who cared for the children; a young wingless, rushed into the room calling the black haired boy after her.

"Razakiel, there is an Archangel here to see you. Quickly now." She told him as she gripped his arm and towed him from the room. In their wake a curious murmur rose up amongst the numerous children left behind; While angels often visited the centre to see their children, Razakiel had never been received a visitor and now an Archangel was here to see him?

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"Razakiel." The voice was as beautiful as it was commanding; the combination had him staring up at the Archangel in awe. Just looking at the man before him, Razakiel knew who stood before him; the power that permeated the air around him, the bright blue eyes that pierced deep into his soul, the pure white hair floating all the way down to his shoulders and Raz knew there were white wings to match. It was Lucifer himself. 

"Sir." The boy murmured, his eyes still wide as he attempted to take in every detail of the angel before him. 

"It has been brought to my attention that you are the best fighter amongst all of the children currently residing in the centre; that you may well become the best fighter of the generation. It has always been in my interest to find the most promising young warriors and assist in their training so that one day they may choose to join the ranks under my command." Razakiel didn't dare believe what it sounded like Lucifer was saying, to be hand-picked by a General at the age of eleven was more than he ever dreamed possible.

Before he could even open his mouth to question the sudden, and overwhelming information, the man continued.

"I will have Commander Valeel trial and train you for the next month, if you pass her testing we will talk once more." Without another word the Archangel took off, leaving Razakiel to ponder the new information as he slowly made his way back to the building he called home, excitement and fear escaping in equal parts; would he be good enough to pass the trials?