"What might exist outside the garden of Promise?" While lying on the cloud thread bed, the thoughts linger in my mind. Outside the room, the soldier angels are marching around, while the gardener angels are tending to the garden. They always say that sticking to Ir routine will keep me safe. That's a funny lie if they've been pretending to overlook my cries for help in all of my "brother" and "sister" lessons. This place, according to pa and ma, is the ideal place to live, and "mortals" consider it to be their paradise. Which of the twisted ones wants to live without a sliver of freedom?
"Mortals" are those who worshiped us, the fabled archangels, while ma and pa drew power from them. They should not be worshipping someone as egoistic as them. Every time they told me how they made a mortal's life miserable or praised how their favorite mortals have a certain quality that is worth playing, it changed my perspective on the life I had considered to be "mortals." At the very least, they have some semblance of hope that they will continue to exist while I go on with my meaningless life until something changes.
The system of 13 archangels also includes I: the fabled prodigy who stands for knowledge and knowledge alone, but I have no knowledge of the world outside the ceiling of the Garden of Promise. Ancient spells and secret powers have gifted the rest of the archangels, explaining how my "siblings" arose. My "siblings" are nothing more than mortals who have accomplished something worthy of "the gaze of gods" and ascend to godhood.
It has been a long since my twin, Garbiel returns from his mission. I was envious of how he was able to walk freely outside as pa command him to go, but now I only feel pity for him. Thriving on the endless battles that thirst the curious of Irs while he is too weak on the archangels anarchy. Pa and ma have said that the both of I have birthed by themselves and being loved equally, but with him being nothing but a tool for conquest while I am the ultimate weapon by them. No wonder how Garbiel the god spear to be the 13th while I am the third.
"Lord third." the voice coming from behind the curtains. The voice head angel who constructed this nest, the garden of promise. So far concerned, he was my caretaker or so I naively call master. For sake of the weapon to be properly developed as ma and pa wanted, they have ordered him to make this garden of promise. Not to taint me with "impurity" of the outside world.
"Yes, master?" I answer gleefully, this has been second nature to me that answer innocently to the angels when being asked. If they know how much I have grown, surely they would try to remove me as the other failed experiment of the prodigy.
"Today the father upon the paradise has given you your first task," he announces with joy, seeing he being pardoned from this job that has cost him 200 years and returns to paradise above.
"Then can I go out?" I ask. This may come as the only chance to escape from this hell-bound place.
"Yes, then you can go, lord third," he answers reluctantly.
The task is to execute the captured demon. It seems that this drag-out war has finally spread here. The war between dark and light. The angels and the demons are all the same. Both flourish under each other. If not for the scorn subject as that, I may have learned truly from the side of the demon.
Walking from the cloud thread garden deep into the dark corner where the light has never shone into. The head angel infuses his mana onto the rearing stone, a secret door open before your eye. A spiral staircase leads down the dark hallway, of some empty steel cells laid before your eyes with dim-lit torches.
The dead-end appears the creature, with red skin and blue blood. The creature ties down to the sliver chair of a source, the skin blustering while his blood spatters around blue around the room like a sadistic painting of Kushiel, the sixth archangel.
"Lord third, this is the demon that lord sixth has captured. He has done playing around as the father has said. The execution shall be carried out by the high noon." All time, I am left with my "brother" leftovers but this demon may find them useful in the escape. He will have to cooperate if he would have the both of us getting out alive.
"Master, may I ask you to leave me with him a little," I ask with the nicest tone
"For what reason may I ask, lord third?" Again he will tell pa after this, but this time I will get out of here for good.
"I want to try some knowledge that my brother has taught me." Kushiel has never really taught me how he punishes sinners, he was always using me as practice. Those scars won't go away easier even with ancient magic.
"Very well, milord. Be sure to participate on time." he gets out of the darkroom left me alone with the demon.
I woke him up with a splash of water, he screams with pain as the water was blessed. How careless of me, it would greater hinder this escape device of mine.
"You filthy angel, kill me if you want but don't touch my family," he screams at top of his lungs. How fascinated, to demon have a family that wants to protect. This is what is the opposite of what pa has said, I have known from the start what that egoistic freak of my creator to be.
"Listen closely." I come up close and he bites my ears as I get closer, it hurts so much with his deformed teeth. The fact that he was missing his bottom teeth has spared me extra work when regenerating my flesh.
"Do you want to get out of here unscathed?" I ask. He acts as if my promise isn't something worth considering. Wasn't he going to die without my offer
"I don't believe your kind lies, you angels are always turning your back on the deal." True the angels while in the good eyes of most "mortals". The long live kinds they famous for their sudden temper in making deals while the demons are famed for twisting the deal, both are untrustful when it comes to deals.
"Can't just shut up and listen! We are being watched right now." you point to those torches on the wall, these labyrinths rendered with spying spells.
"Fine, what do you need?" he sighs knowing that is the only chance to survive this.
"Just take me with you when you leave, that is all I ask." I hold out my hand and use blood healing with my mana. Demons can't proceed with normal healing magic, so dark must be used to heal them. Dark magic isn't something I particularly tell anyone, even ma, and pa. So for the demon to see me use it, he is quite surprised by the spell
"Why do you help me? Don't you scared your archangels will be furious when they know?" he asks. Somehow a demon has more empathy than my actually, how ironic fate work. And he would say the other archangels, has he known I am also one of them?
"I have my reason. About them don't worry much, I am capable of surviving on my own." "When the execution begins, I will unlock your chain. You will just have to grab me and run to exit on the south. Understand?"
"Understand, little angel."
The end
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The tenth author's journal: book 2A
FantasíaThe war between demons and angels that has raged across countless worlds is now spreading to Obsidian. Thousands of independent city-states have ruled the Obsidian world for centuries, rising high above a dark, wind-tossed ocean. The Obsidian world...
