Poetry And Broken Lines

11 - Halfling (Book Idea)

"It's not there, the chalice was destroyed years ago. Most of us have been 'detained' since then." Detained is the process of taking the soul out of us, and draining our blood, then using our wings for decoration. I shudder at the memories of my friends being ripped, what we called the 'collecting' process. The collection was when the souls of Angels were taken from their bodies. After that, Feyers were sent to drain the blood from the bodies left. Finally, The wings were carefully cut from the bodies, so as to not get any blood of them. I had seen many of my friends, and family, go through this, and I would do everything I could to keep myself from gaining the same experience. There were very few of us left, us Angels, I was only partially Angel. My mother was a Demon, and my father an Angel. This cause for me to have the abilities of both races, creating the ultimate power and weapon.
I was used as a weapon in the supernatural, and human world. I apologize if this explanation seems a bit confusing. We'll start from the beginning.
I was born on May 2, 1927. It is currently 2016, which makes me very old. When I was 19 I was banished from my post, and sent into Hell for the devil knows how long as punishment. Apparently I was a very bad little angel, and my demon side just couldn't stay calm, or under my control. I am the ultimate weapon, and years of torture and pain hasn't made it any easier on me to control my urges. It's quite difficult to control a demon, specifically the intelligent kind. Hence my mother, who was killed moments after I was produced, you can't give birth to a demon or angel. They are created. And only rarely are demons created, much less a hybrid of the two enemies. But my father was foolish, lusting after my mother until he gave her his soul. He gave up his life for me to be created. As there are only so many of us at a time.