Tick Tock (on hold)

New Me (Part 3)

"You can't exactly die..." Cruize muttered to himself, almost silently. I was about to ask him what he meant, until Gryffin interrupted me.

"Do you remember this mirror?" At the word mirror, I stiffened, and glared at the floor. Cruize shuffled forward, and rested his hand on my shoulder. Calmness radiated through me.

Hey, idiot. Look up. I told you already, be nice.

I grunted, and glanced up. My body went stiff, and my breath was stolen away when I saw the hallway mirror in Gryf's hands. He grimaced. "What about it?" I said coldly. Cruize whimpered.

"You already know that the thing in the mirror wasn't you. That it actually hurt, but you didn't get any physical scratches, bruises, whatever. Am I right?" I was silent. "You should know that you aren't exactly... Unknown around the world." Cruize growled and I pressed a finger to my lips. This had my attention. "You're being stalked by things that want you dead. Remember that day on the highway? The day when you went to that car, and you watched him die? His name is- was Jeremy Roke as I later found out. And when I found out you saw... Whatever that was, I realised that you were actually being follwed wherever you go. No matter what you did before you found out you are an angel, they were fucking with your mind ever since you were a child. There was nothing to be changed to help that. Now that you know, you can be trained to fight them off, learn and harness your powers, and whatever else God has predicted." He finished, pulling in a breath. "Wait, so God is real?"

He nodded, and I sensed Cruize bob his head in agreement as well. "That also means that demons are real, and so is Lucifer, although he was born with a body so... How did she word it... Intoxicating for the eye, which is why he always has women and men riding him, and why he's such a pig. He's a downright arrogent dick, with a short temper, and a nasty anger problem. I'm not the only one who hates him on this Earth."

I frowed. "What isn't real?" I supposed that was a safe question to ask.

"Well, everything was- at one point. Faeries are real, and they're devils to us. I hate them; trolls only exist in remote places; witches and wizards avoid the whole human race; werewolfs are only rare; vampires have been killed off; and 'ghosts' are real; such and such. Any other questions?"

Yes. Why am I here, and why was I born like this? What purpose do I have? What are my powers? Why am I sought after? What about that fucking mirror? Who's the Bloody Red Mother-

The questions swirled around in my mind, and Cruize frowned as he tried to keep up.

"What was that about me not be able to die?" I said dryly. Cruize's face went a bright red, and he looked away, hiding his embarrassed blush. Gryf rubbed his hand across his jaw, the stubble making an slight scratching noise as his fingers passed over it thoughtfully. He was honestly a really attractive man-angel-thing, and he knew it. It also didn't help my case of being angry with him as I tried to not stare at his golden hair, and gold eyes, along with his white wings. It made me smirk though to know I was many times stronger than he.

"You... You can't be killed. Only angels can kill other angels, but you're much more than an angel... Only God, Cruize and I know this. Whenever you turned 18; before you left the house; your parents felt a shift of power. They grew uncomfortable, and the dived into their work - which is why they collected their million a month from scratch after you left - because they felt a change of power over you, and they unconsciencensly made the choice to 'impress' you." He shrugged as he finished. I opened my mouth and closed it, probably looking like an idiot. But I was dumbfounded. "So even your parents didn't know they raised the next Goddess, let alone know you can't die."

I pressed my lips together. It was so hard to take all in at once, and my head felt like it was going to burst. But knowing all this, made me want to know more. "Who's the... Bloody Red Mother?" Both men paled. Cruize rubbed the back of his neck, and Gryf cleared his throat, obviously not knowing what to say. I felt your anger fading as I realised that Gryffin wasn't a totally different person. He wasn't really different at all, only the fact that he's a holy creature. They can never know, Ember, so don't even think of that. Cruize cracked a smile.