Runaway Sister Of The Archangels

• Chapter 1 •

Emilia's POV

As I lay on the white bed looking at the plain white ceiling. I sigh in sadness. I have been here long enough, the same white walls, white ceiling, white door, no window, just a bed and a small table. I sit up and look round, bored stiff. Most of the time I think, like why did Micheal lock me up in here thousands of years ago when Lucifer left. I miss those times, we got along great until dad put Lucifer in Hell and hasn't talked to us since. I love my dear brothers but annoyed how they stuck me in this room with no one to talk too.

We'll apart from two angel guards protecting the younger Archangel sister. I stand up and look at me. Wearing ripped, black jeans, a tank top and some black walking boots. I know not an angel outfit but hey, maybe I don't want to be like an angel. Not many angels know what I look like, all they know is that I'm called Emilia, I'm age 24 in human years, yep you heard me.

No one knows that I have long, wavy, brown hair that reaches half way on my back. My blue fluent eyes and rosy pink lips. On one of the walls I have drawn out my height, roughly 5ft7. Not such a small girl, hey?! My personality wise is happy, caring and fun while another side deep down is dark. It's dark by my powerful powers that I can't use. Which explains why I'm in here.

I've been wanting to go and see the supernatural world which I've heard about. Ruled by King Dean Winchester along with his brother Prince Sam Winchester. I've heard many stories like how they are he best hunters, got Lucifer out and then out him back in again. Wow, my brother has had a lot more fun then me. But of course Lucifer got out and is hiding somewhere. I search my pockets and find a paper clip I've had for many years. For awhile now I've been planning on getting out of here and starting a life down below heaven. My Brothers say only I can kill Lucifer, I don't want to kill him but I need to. Right? The Winchesters make sure the supernaturals keep peace, some do and some don't so I need to be careful if I get out of here.

I hear lights switching off and angels leaving, I grab the paper clip and fiddle at the door and it opens. I've been practicing in the room how to fight, hunt and escape. I haven't been in there my entire life but longer enough. I sneak down the long hallway and eventually I find the room I'm looking for. It's quiet as I'm guessing it's night and angels have left to hang out and do their stuff. I walk into the room and grab a rucksack filling it with a diary about the supernaturals. From the diary I grab other stuff that it mentions like rock salt, a dagger that can kill angels even though I can kill anything from my powers but I need to be hidden. I also grabbed some stuff but made sure my bag stayed light. In the room I made myself so nothing can track me. I'm ready.

Once out of the building I use my powers to transport me to the supernatural world. The world makes up of humans, hunters, vampires, werewolfs, witches, angels, shape shifters, ghouls, ghosts, skin walkers and others. But the worst I think is Demons, Lucifer's creations. All of them that's getting me excited because I have never experienced it all.

I'm transported into a dark woods, I hear different sounds. I pull a jacket on me and start walking, sort of nervous. I can still hear talks from the angels and they haven't realised yet. I walk and walk until I meet a road. I smile and walk on the road. As angels don't sleep I'm not tired but still have little naps. Ok I'm a weird angel, don't judge! I sit by a tree and rest my pack to the side of me. I place a knife in my waking boots and rest a gun in my jeans pocket. Then I rest my head back and gently close my eyes.

I wake up to a num bum, my eyes slowly open and I feel the coldness on me. I let out a sigh and see my breath. I smile seeing how much I've missed the outdoors. I pull myself up and suddenly hear a stick snap.

"Hello?" I say and I look round nervous yet I'm an angel.

"Hello?" I say louder again.

Nothing.