God, I hate Valentine's Day. But for the fucking few who have it they go about the lonely people and have the audacity to friggin flaunt it. I'm so crabby about love and all that fake shit because I know I will never find love, because my soul mate is practically the devil. I mean he's the reason most of us fell. Wait, you have no idea what I'm talking about as well let me explain.
The Beginning
"I love you, calm down Jace!"
"No I will not calm down,Serene"
"What are you planning?"
"You'll see soon,"
"What do you mean, I swear you bett-"
"EVERYONE TO ROLL CALL"
I stare at him thinking 'What are you planning'. I lift off to go get in my place which is sixth in command, and stand before the creator. I don't know what he looks like but if you get close enough you feel at peace. He starts calling us forward and ask us to state our position. He called me and I hovered above the the gown and stated "Syrianna, Archangel, sixth in Command."
And then the others state their order, but when it's Jace's turn he does nothing. Just stands there and does nothing. 'What are you doing?' I wonder, but not for long because what he says changes EVERYTHING.
"I rebell how dare you just sit there and leave us to do your dirty work!"
"Is that a challenge?"
"Yes, I would bet I would be a better God, than you. I have the support AND knowledge ",
"That so," The Creator answered "well than all those with you step up and decide to stay or go against me,"
A little bit more than a third stepped forward and stood with Jace against The Creator. Then the rest of us just stood there, looking confused, and for me angered as well as confused. Then The Creator called me out and questioned "And you Sryianna, what is that you decide?"
"Why do I have to choose? You are my Creator, and he is my soul mate. I don't know what to choose," I answered honestly.
"You must choose my child"
"But I can't,"
There were some murmurs of agreement from others, then he sighed
"Then you have," and with that all those who stood with Jace and agreed with me were cast out. And fell.
Well, I guess it's kinda my fault but still.
"Serene, come on we're gonna be lateeee" whined my best friend in the entire world Della, she is 22 and a werewolf and a little short at 5'3 and had longish wavy milk chocolate colored hair, big blue eyes and pale skin. Compare to me she is the opposite, I was over 6 millennia and still looked 18, also had dark chocolate colored hair that reached my hips that was usually always in a braid, I was like 5'12, grey eyes and a nude colored skin. I yelled back,
"Dude, chill it's just a friggin party stop going crazy,"
"I'm not crazy, just want to get the hell out of here before Derek comes home and flirts with you, again."
"Yea, the dude just doesn't give up no matter what. Kind of annoying, but still cute in a boyish 18 year old way"
"Don't let him hear you say that," she muttered "now, let's GO."
And with that we were off.
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Destroyed
Teen FictionHe Rebelled. We Fell. He Killed. I Save The Innocent Ones. I Fight To Stop Him. I Will Never Stop. I Can't. Ever. When we fell He killed many. A thousand years later He still does. I try to stop Him. Key word: Try. It's kinda hard to do that if...
