Can I See Your Wings?

Chapter 1

"For the last time, we can't live in harmony. Demons are evil, angels are heroes. We will always rule over them," I tell my dear friend.

"But Zeus! We don't know that, maybe one day demons could be our friend and help us out!" Hermes shouts. We may have been friends for forever, but our belief system is completely different. His green eyes look up at me, his blonde hair shining in the sun. Humans walk around us, not being able to see us in our invisible state.

"You know what the demons did. Every one of them is bad, they are not to be trusted!" I hiss. I'm one of the most powerful angels in Heaven. My shining yellow hair and glowing orange eyes are proof of that. I'm like a sun, beaming down onto all the weaker angels. Unlike Hermes, I hate everything about demons. I don't want anything to do with them.

I will kill them if I have to. And I have. My scythe, a common demon weapon, the proof of that. Works even better than angel weapons to kill. But, like most angels, I keep my weapon hidden inside me until I need it.

"Eep!" Hermes screams, hiding behind me.

"What is it?"

"Demon!" He yells. He may want equality between the two of us, but that doesn't stop him from being scared of them.

I look over, an older brown haired boy walks hand and hand with a black haired demon. What's weird though is he has one black eye and one blue eye. I roll my eyes, recognizing him. "Daniel," I tell Hermes as I continue my walk. What could be worse than a demon? A gay one. What can be worse than that? One that marries a human. I've seen him around, and we've interacted from time to time. I would've killed him if it wasn't from Hermes stopping me.

Once we're far enough away, Hermes begins to calm down as he stands up. "Y- You know, Daniel is pretty nice. Scary, but nice."

I scoff, not believing him. But I don't feel like arguing about it. I've known Hermes since we were little, both born an angel. I'm not going to ruin our friendship over this.

"I better get to work," Hermes eventually says. "I spot lost souls. See you later!" He flies off, allowing his big wings to show as he hunts out any lost souls. Angels are assigned jobs at a young age, ours is to collect lost souls and bring them to Heaven. Of course, only the best souls get in.

Other souls are collected by demons, and once they enter the underworld they usually get turned into demons themselves. Same with angels of course when souls enter heaven. Some are born there, some are brought.

I spot a wandering soul, her body a bright yellow as she walks. The tint of a soul decides whether they've sinned or not. I jog up to her, grabbing her shoulder. She turns around, nervously. When she processes who I am, an angel, her expression changes. Our energy tends to calm humans, especially when you're as beautiful as me. My long and messy yellow hair, my tall and strong figure, it's all very pleasing to the eye. There's only one problem with my gorgeous face, the scar that goes over my right eye. But I don't talk about that. Ever.

"Y- You're an angel," She says, amazed.

"Sure am," I say with a pleasant smile. "Are you ready to go?"

"To Heaven?"

"Of course," I smile down at her, as she nods eagerly. "Right this way," I swipe my hand over air, causing a golden staircase to form beside us.

Most angels use their wings, it's quicker and easier. But I use a staircase, works the same, just longer and tiring. I don't talk about my reasoning, I won't.

She begins her jog up, smiling eagerly. I notice the cross over her neck beneath her long blonde hair. She's dreamed of this for a long time, I can tell. She looks young, but I can tell she died of old age. When humans die their body goes to a state they were most happy in. This must have been it for her. The longer she jogs, the more she changes. A white robe similar to mine begins to change from her old vintage dress. Only difference is mine has a gold sash showing my raw power. She begins to grow gorgeous white wings, which I admire greatly. A halo begins to float over her head. The higher a soul gets to Heaven, the more angel-like they become. Of course, once they get to Heaven they go to a year long school to learn about powers and jobs.

Once we eventually reach the top, she gives me a hug. Clearly full of energy in her new body, which happens to a lot of people who die of old age. "Thank you so much!" She yells happily.

"Ok," I say, pushing her off me, "No problem. Just wait here and one of the workers will show you around." We say bye, and I begin to slide down the railing of the staircase to look for more lost souls. More of my coworkers fly past me, a soul holding their hand as they transform.