Humming a simple tune I skipped down the road. The sky was still dark, but that was to be expected with most of the houses around being tall enough the block out the morning sun.
The way to school was the same as it was every day. Walk past the house with the two pairs of twins, continue till you get to the gates, make a left after the gates and continue until you see the old werewolf lady trying to get her cat out of the tree, than you make a right. After that you'd see the big white pristine building that I get to call my high school.
I took a deep breathe before letting it out in a huff. The autumn air was chilly in the morning as I made my way through the doubled doors. My feet clanked against the floor as I made my way through the building. I passed a few people lingering in the halls, they were here earlier than I was. I allways tried to get to my classes early so I can grab the seat in the far back next to the heater.
My wings pressed against my sides as I passed a few people while heading to my class. There seemed to be a buzz around the school, even with how few people there were so far. I wouldn't know why until I heard it from my friend during lunch. That reminds me! Vivian my friend!
Vivian is one of my only friends here, she's only two grades below me so most of our classes don't line up but we still get to see each other at the canteen for our lunch period. I met Vivian when she moved here when I was in 8th grade and her in 6th. We ran into each other and became friends almost immediately. And when I mean ran into each other I literally mean ran into each other.
I winced slightly as I slide into the cold wooden desk next to the clicking heater. I pulled out my binder and a pencil to go along with it before pulling out Percy Jackson Sea of Monsters. I kept two copies, on for school and one for home. The teacher soon walked in and took his seat at his desk. I glanced up at him, and stared at him a bit. He had his soul mate mark out and proud on display. His neck had a dragon mark that curled around his throat.
I deflated a little bit. Soulmate marks. The only thing that angels and thoose similar to their kind get on their 19th birthday. They are destined to never be alone, to have a romantic and such partner for the rest of their life. While there are exceptions such as Aromantic people gaining a platonic ones for the most part it's consistent with their species.
Except demons don't gain them. Demons are solitary and supposed to be such. Point and case my family. We rarely see each other in the house. My bio mom and dad only made me for the purpose of a spare before my mom went off to some place after I was born. I have never met her, but when I bugged my dad so many times he let me see a photo of her.
She was beautiful, she wore a concealment pendant in the photo but even in her human form she was amazing. She had dark brown hair, curly at the bottom and straight at the top. Like a waterfall. She had pale skin, and in the photo it looked like honey as the sun had begun to set when the photo was taken.
She had a warm smile on her face, eyes soft, looking more like an depiction of a true angel than any angel I have ever met. Though, when I showed my brothers, they just agreed blindly while they were on their phones. When I asked them about their bio mom, they just shrugged and said they didn't really care about who gave birth to them.
I was shocked for a while but as I grew up I started understanding that for our kind it was just normal. Apathy was a large part of our traits. I allways had a problem with it though, I find it hard to not get hurt when my brothers ignored me, or when my dad left on trips for months on end with no warning.
But, I've started getting used to it. At least I've been trying to. My brain wandered on this path many times before, and just like everytime, the stampede of students coming into the class caused my concentration to break away from my thoughts.
As students took their seats, the teacher got up and took his place in the front of the class behind a wooden podium. Students were joking and laughing and whispering to each other. Though, as soon as the bell rung, they all quieted down for Mr. Janson. The air in the room was rather buzzy, the energy had been carried into the classroom by the students and multiplied.
"As most of you know, we are getting two new transfer students today. You will see them around the school and I want you to all welcome them to the school. Be nice, please." Mr. Janson says after a clap of his hands, easily getting all the students attention.
Immediately the room was in a buzz of rapid whispering, excited words spoke at fast paces that you could barely pick the words out. I looked up from my book once the rushed words calmed down, looking towards the teacher as he let's the waves of socialness come and go.
"Thank you, as I was saying before. We will have two students, they have been chosen to be our classroom for homeroom." He says, as the door opens to reveal the two said students.
I blinked once and then twice before my eyes finally caught up to me. A blush heated up my face as the two students. One had gorgeous white pearlescent wings that hung to his knees from where the were folded on his back. His hair was a golden blonde, fluffy with wisps flowing everywhere as if there was a personal breeze just for him.
He came about to the other students shoulder. They bother wore the uniforms as if they were modeling them, bother average size for their species except for their wings. While most angels were smaller and were more for short bursts of flight, these guys looked like they could fly miles on end. The guy surveyed the room, a bright smile on his lips as his crystal blue eyes lit up.
His friend, had dark brown hair, looking closer to black than brown but the light caused a red hue to come through, solidifying it as brown. He had onyx eyes, that peirced through the class as they rested into a bored glare. He wore black bands on his wrists, his hair being tied back into a low pony with one. His wings, white wings with black spotted his wings like an artist flickering their paintbrush.
They both crept into the class room, standing in front of the black board. The teacher turned to them with a polite smile.
"Why don't you two introduce yourselves to the class?" He spoke, waving a hand towards the class.
"Hi everyone! My name is Cele and this is Tony!" The blonde guys said excitedly raising both of their hands, interlocking their fingers.
The class was shocked silent. Not by the introduction, no, not by that. But by the black markings on the back of their hands. Four white swans laid with the heads on each other, and in the middle laid a black swan. It had graceful curls of patterns that made it up. They were mates, soul mates. And this young, it was quite a shock.
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Bad Angels, Good Demon
Romance********************************************* Justin Daugh had never been a bad kid. He's never drank, done drugs, cheated in any form or even fought with someone. Maybe that's good, maybe it was too good. But good isn't the right thing...
