Chosen: A Blessing Or A Curse

The Time Before...

   "Long ago, before there were planets, before there were people, there were angels. Beautiful beings that worshiped their father. And the sole job of the first angels was to collect and distribute souls after earth was created. They were called, collectors.
Just like any other family there were troublemakers and not so civil arguments about who was more powerful, or who was their father's true favorite. Of them all, there was one, Lucas, loved by many yet hated by most, yet his heart and mind saw this hate as total fear and rejection.
He saw someone tripping and running into him as a threat or a failed assassination attempt. And at first, he was sad and scared that they supposedly felt this way, but after a few thousand years he gave up. On the sadness, on remorse when he fought and killed for his father. He gave up on caring about what they thought and felt. He just expected, and after a while, reveled in, their "fear".
   I actually knew Luke. And he wasn't a bad person, or a disobedient son to our father. He despised any sort of disobedience. He saw it as evil.
Or at least that's how it used to be.
When one of my brothers attempted to take over he was the first, of all the Angels to follow the coup. And though he followed my brother out of heaven he did not follow his plans of "World Domination". He escaped lucifer and became the first, "Angel of Death".
Even after everything he did I feel that luke remembered the importance of transporting souls off of the earth. You know, haunting's and all that. So he started to collect souls from earth himself. Though unfortunatly, after a while, he learned to convert them into power. This, "power", was named Umon or "dark soul". And after millennia of him collecting then converting these souls, Lucarius' mind broke. Then, not only did he lose the name, Lucas, meaning "giver of light", and receive the moniker, Lucarius, meaning "bringer of darkness". He became the thing he hated most... Pure evil.
   With all of our might, we fought and fought but couldn't subdue him. Anytime we thought we had him cornered, he was 10 steps ahead. Full squadrons! Tossed around like children. He'd just overpower us with his Umon.
Years and years of fighting, and he stayed 10 steps in front of us. and all the while, he was proving the things they thought about him.
I wish it wasn't true. I wish he were stilll the friend I once had. But I also wish she hadn't chosen him. Him, the selfish bastard who abandoned me. Who shouldn't even have the right to say he was an angel.
   The Valkyries; A few thousand Angels who were bred for combat. Smarter, stronger, faster than regular angels. And though all Angels are made to be beautiful, the Valkyries were stunning. They were a special division of the army. Along with The Archangels, The royals themselves.
Lara, a young valkyrie, who was tasked with finding Lukarius, fell in love with him. And as if though this weren't enough of a betrayal, she gave birth to a Nephilim. Half Valkyrie, half... monster. And ironically, the one person who could even come close to beating Lucarius. And though Heaven was not oblivious to this fact, Nephillims are forbidden. The child would have to die. So Lara ran. She found her way to her lover, and they were happy.
For a while.. Knowing that this nephilim. A mere child. At no more than a couple of months old, was already more powerful than him. Lukarius' dark heart and soul took over and he gave in once again to his insanity. And after Lara realized that Luke would never let her son live. She ran once again, though not to any realm where she could live happily with her son.
She went somewhere that was forbidden to Angels. Due to the fact that Lucarius and his followers could track her easily, and would not rest until she and her baby were dead Lara used every ounce of leftover magic she had to cloak the child, and then get away. Though without any magic she wasn't able to get more than a few worlds away. And Luke found her, killed her, and devoted all of his effort toward finding their child. And destroy it. Along with any chance of defeating him... That child is the reason I'm here today."

"Wait. So some evil angel dude, and a great warrior lady did the nasty?"

"Yes."

"And the result was a super baby?"

"Correct"

"ARE YOU HIGH! HaHaHaHaHaHa"

"How dare you! I am Nathaniel! The Angel of Fire!"

"Hi Nathanieltheangeloffire. I'm Mike."

"This is not a joke! I am the Angel of Fire, Nathaniel, and I am here to train and protect you, until the day that you fight your father, The Dark One."

"UuuuuuuuHuh. And is this supposed to happen before, or after, the game today?"

"Obviously you will not participate!"

"Oh! Then I can't do it I'm sorry. Game's mandatory."

"You're going to miss this one." Said Nathaniel, after sprouting wings, and picking Mike up and into the sky.

"Ah! Put me down! Now!"

Drops Mike

"Ahhhhhhhhhh! Pick me upppp! Nowwwww!

Do you believe me now?

As they slowly descend, Nathaniel smiles, and Mike's jaw drops, then freezes in a state of realization, and confusion. He was an Angel!

Ten Minutes of Shock Later

"How about you tell me what the hell is going on! Mr. Tall, dark, and screwed up in the head!?"

"I am the angel Nathaniel, and you are my nephew Micah."

Aha! Obviously you've got the wrong guy. My name is not Micah it's just Mike!

Nathaniel then made a face of total annoyance, and said," You are Micah, named after the Angel of Miracles. Son of Sara and Lucarius."

Absentmindedly Mike sat amazed at what he had just heard about his biological family. And about himself.

"So about this training thing?" As he sat in fear and desperation, his new uncle looked at him with one eyebrow raised. Then with a slightly creepy smile on his face. Imagining the pain to come!