Vladeniye

Chapter 1

Mikhail

I was made eons ago to fight evil on Earth. I hadn't had the chance to extend my scholarly and physical training because that was to finish on Earth. We were born with a purpose and not knowledge, I had to train daily and study everything from before the time I was created. That day is now coming for me to extend my knowledge on Earth. My brothers tell me it is something I must experience because humans are not like us, and demons are the complete opposite. They explained that almost everything Earth had to offer was about experience rather than knowledge. They said that reading it and training is different from actually being there.  We were also not made perfect like humans believe we are, only God is perfect. 

We just wielded the power to stop demons. Demons are unnatural beings that are the complete opposite of an angel. Where we feel compassion they feel loathing, where we feel love they feel lust, and where we feel the need to save they feel a need to obliterate. When we are born, we are what humans call adults our wings proportionate but not with full strength. It takes much training to get agility to wield weapons as our wings on earth would not be as light as they were here. Demons from the time they are born know what to do it is like a pure instinct straight from their succubi mother's womb. They were born babies but even as babies had the instinct to destroy them.

Succubi were demons of lust, they shattered souls to feed on the lust and then took it back to hell. After the demons found out about the possibility of a half-human pregnancy they realized they could birth more demons. From what we know they stole back the first female children incubi left in human women's wombs after they found out about this. We knew this eons before they found out because we were tasked to save their human immortal souls. Many of them were saved before the demons realized what they were leaving behind. Shortly after there were half-breeds everywhere that knew how to use their demon powers. We were no longer allowed to save them seeing that they embraced their demon side. Another thing worth noting was that it was not all succubi or incubi that could breed. Only a select few were literally able and it is said that this was because they inherited their mother's fertility.

Their mother was a human-turned-demon in a lake of blood. She was damned for being created and then besmirching God for it. She left away from the humans where she burned and fell straight to hell where she fell in love with the Fallen. The Fallen was damned to Hell after God ordered him to prostrate to Adam as worship to god and honor to the first prophet. He refused for he thought himself better. He believed that because he was made of fire and in turn light he would be exempt. This is where we find that us angels are not perfect.

 We have faults. Many of them forgivable and many not. Just like when the Fallen angels warred with us because they wanted freedom of our laws they were abandoned and stripped of all divinity. They were flightless and mortal, their wings no longer white because they had strayed the path. They chose the pleasures of the mortal plane. Literally procreated with anything they could. They passed themselves off as gods and had the humans worshipping them. A bigger sin could not be committed. They had no place anywhere, no purpose anymore, they lost their immortality. 

I am not some archangel either, they are too important to do our job, and the higher, stronger angels tend to be nonhuman looking. All of us are male and, among us only two are female and they are also too important, they have their place here. They carry messages of death and demise as a warning. They were created one and the same, or so I've heard. God made them with the same image and at the same time from the same divine breath. Angels cannot procreate, or so I've heard. We were created male because we were made the closest to what a divine-human would appear so they would not fear us if seen. Humans could see us, those who saw us were either dying, about to meet their death, or were simply gifted. On rare occasions, the cloak that kept our worlds apart in view would fall and we were also seen. Higher angels were a sight to behold it was decided humans were not apt to see such forms, hence us the familiar-looking who roamed and fought on earth the most.