Two brothers...Brothers that have stuck together from beginning to end. Their names are Deaniel and Samuel. The very first archangels that God has created for war. One a leader, one a fighter. In reality they both are the leader and the fighter. Deaniel is 4 years older than Samuel. Deaniel- the oldest, Samuel- the little brother.
Inseparable. You can never find them without the other as they balance each other out. Deaniel can be chaotic, but Samuel can put him in his place. Samuel can be enclosed, but Deaniel can open him up. Deaniel would always protect Samuel and Samuel would always protect Deaniel. Their brotherly bond and love is their weakness. If you ask them 'what is your weakness?' they will reply with 'I have no weakness. Father has created us with no imperfections.' That is their biggest imperfection.
Some angels love them and wish to be like them. Other angels hate them. The haters found out about their weakness and abused it. One reason why angels don't have weaknesses is because it will corrupt them. Depending on how strong the weakness is will determine how corrupted they will be. God wasn't concerned about this as he thought that it wouldn't affect them. Boy was he wrong. As the haters abused the brothers weakness they were also corrupting them. Because the brother's bond is so strong they would be corrupted to the point of no return.
The haters would blame everything on them. Mentally, verbally and physically abuse them. Once a beautiful pure white would soon fade to a deep hunting black. They would be cold, uncaring. The angels fought with the brothers. Severely wounding them and casting them out with Lucifer. The only person that they trusted and could accept. Lucifer was sent to hell and the brothers were accidentally sent to earth.
Lets see their story in full detail. From the beginning.
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What We Were
Fanfiction"They all laughed as he turned around slow They said you ain't welcome 'round here anymore You just might as well go He wiped the blood from his face as he slowly came to his knees He said, I'll be back when you least expect it And hell's coming wit...