Half angel, Half demon

Chapter 2 - Feather

~Destiny's POV

I woke up with a throbbing headache. Augh. I slowly opened my eyes and saw... light? Ah, it must be the sky. Or not? Just kidding, it must be my room's ceiling.

"Father, Destiny's alive!!" shouted Stefan. 

I sat up, completely ignoring the fact that my whole body hurts like hell. "Of course I'm alive, you idiot. It's not like something happened to me." 

Stefan grinned at me. "Come here you little witch." then he bear-hugged me. 

"Darling.... oh god, are you alright? Does your body hurts?" I just simply stared at my Father then he cocked an eyebrow to me. And I did the same.

"Darling.... look at yourself in the mirror." with what Father said, I made a dying whale noise but eventually, I stopped immediately when Father mouthed my whole name. He never calls me by my whole names so it means I've gotta do what he requested.

I slowly stood up while biting my lip, hoping that the pain would be ceased but it doesn't. It just doesn't. It just kept on getting worse as I move. I stood in front of the mirror with closed eyes.

Slowly, I opened my eyes.... then I saw... wings? What the fuck--------------------

"You're an angel, Destiny." father whispered in my ear while looking at the mirror.

I don't know why but tears started to come out of my eyes. "It hurts..." I whispered.

"I know this is too much to take in but you have to know everything right now... because later, you're life will change. Permanently." father explained.

I sighed. "I... want to rest first. Can I?" then I looked at my father with puppy dog eyes.

Father and Stefan chuckled. "Of course you can, darling." then they both dissappeared.

I let my tears flow freely from my eyes. This was just too much. I don't know what to believe anymore. I was an angel? How can I be an angel? Was my mother an angel too? My father? My brothers? Were they all angels?

Without thinking, I grabbed a cutter. If I cut my wings, will I no longer be an angel? If I cut my wings, will it be gone forever? Will I no longer be considered as an angel?

No.. this is wrong. How can I think of cutting my wings? This is wrong.

Gently, I pulled out one feather on my wings then a strong wind entered my room through the window. I closed my eyes to prevent the pain that the wind is causing to my eyes. 

I opened my eyes and saw a man with wings. He was kneeling. Is he going to propose? Slap! What am I saying? Of course he isn't proposing. I don't even know him.

Then Father and Stefan came rushing to my room. They were both looking at me with wide eyes. "What?" I asked them.

Stefan sighed. "Did you pull a feather from your wings?" then I nodded.

"Why? Did I do something wrong? You can't blame me, I don't know anything!" I shouted.

Father looked at me calmly. "Calm down, Darling. You haven't done anything wrong. Absolutely nothing wrong. Just something special."

I raised my right eyebrow. "I did something special? Making a man with wings appear inside my room is SPECIAL?" 

Father chuckled at me. "Yes, you, Darling, when you pull a feather on your wings, someone will come. It means that when you pull out a feather, you are asking for help. And there he is, that man kneeling in front of you. The help you asked for."

I made an 'O' face. "How about you? If you pull out a feather on your wings will someone come too? Like a girl or something?" 

My Father shook his head violently. "No, Darling. You're the only one who can do that."

"I am the only ONE who can do that? If you don't mind me asking, why? I mean, you're an angel like me too right? Or not? Oh my god, don't tell me I'm the only angel left here in earth? What, nevermind, there's an angel in front of me. Sorry for asking stupid questions."

Stefan laughed. "You really are an idiot." I snorted then raised a bad finger.

"Darling, respect. There is a man kneeling in front of you right now. Order him."

"Order him? Oh, so he's like my slave?" I asked then Father nodded.

"Stand up." I ordered the man then he stood up. I looked at him with shocked eyes. He smiled at me then reached for the feather that I was holding.

He held it firmly then kissed the feather with his lips then the feather turned into ashes. What? Don't tell me his kiss.... ugh, nevermind.

"I am Chezem, a poison angel from the west. You have called me and now I am here. What shall I do for you, my lady?"

~A/N: Short update. I've got nothing to do so, yeah. =)