EVANGELINE~!-
I spun around, breathing in the cold air while walking down the street. "I miss this." I said. Death grabbed my arm, pulling me along. He dragged me down the street. "Let me go, Death." I warned. He didn't listen. I grabbed his arm, flipping him ont his back in the ground. His eyes were wide. He wasn't expecting that. I smirked slightly before letting his arm go, and holding out my hand to help him up. He squinted his eyes at me, before getting op without my help. I shurgged it off. I walked a little further, before hearing a scream, and instantly running off onto that direction. Death called out my name multiple times, but I wasn't listening for him. I was listening for more screams, to know where to go. J stopped in a narrow hallway, before sprinting down that s well. I saw two figures, with dark and tattered wings, torturing g a small child. "LET HIM GO!" I screeched, while running towards the three. I got a better look at the Figures, and noted they were like Angels.
DEATH~!
When I had finally got to her, she was running at the fallen. angels and a toddler. I ran to stop her, but when I got there, she was laughing darkly. "I've always wanted to do this." She smiled darkly, before reaching out. She jumped over one Angel, landing softly behind it. The Angel didn't have time to turn around, before Ev placed her foot in between it's wings, and yanking it's wings off of it's back. It screeched in pain, dropping the toddler, in which I figured out wasn't a toddler at all, but a heavenly creature. It hid behind my back as I stared at Ev, ripping out the other Angel's wings as well. It screeched in pain, and she was going to be hit from both of them, at the same side, before she grabbed both of their faces, and literally crushed them. I winced at the sound. Ev stood tall as their remains evaporated. I watched in awe. The creature slowly walked out from behind me, and expanded it's tiny demonic wings. I know him. "Pride?" I looked carefully at the creature, I knew it was part heavan part hell, and said,"Aren't you supposed to be with War?" I asked the creature. "Master said I was weak." He said. My temple throbbed. "Well if I stayed in that form, no wonder." I said. "Go back to War."
WAR~!
I stared down the creature, he had demon wings, but Angel blood, and because of that, he was in Chibi form. He didn't have to be, but he says when he looks in the mirror with his other form, it scares him. "Why do you bother coming back in that weak form?" I asked, but I was to tempted to hug it. It was so cute it was huggable. "Master Death told me to come home. Please don't make me change my form." I could see tears grow in his eyes. "I won't." I noticed Ghost was watching silently, and noticed he hadn't said much since he got here. "Ghost, meet Pride, my messenger or pet. He's a good thing." I said. Pride was about the size if my entire hand. He's cute, even if I won't admit it.
"Nice to meet you?" He said, but it came out as a question. Pride smiled at Ghost. "Is he Master's new student? Have you had him tested?" Pride asked me. "No." I said. I thought to myself for a moment. It be good for me to get him to get tested, but if he goes in there alone, Skyra could get him. "Pride, where's Death's pet?" I
asked, changing the subject. He thought for a second. "Probably alone in his mansion again. Poor Fang." He said. Fang was a little like him, but a little different at the same time. Pride is half Hope and half Despair. Fang is Pride's brother, but he has more demon blood in his veins than Angel, when Pride has more Angel. They're both half hope and half despair. Fang stays in Chibi form as well, but for a different reason.
"Johanne!" I heard Ishida's voice call. I turned to see him flying twoards Ghost and I, the wide smile on his face falling when he noticed Ghost there. I found myself slightly irratated with him, as I'd hoped to keep my real name from Ghost.
"Hey Ishida." I smiled, despite the fact that I was annoyed with him. He always had this way of making me smile.
Then again, it might'he been another trick of his, if he'd really stolen my memories of this boy as I assumed...
Nah.
That 'd be crazy...
ISHIDA~!
I glared slightly at Ghost. I erased his memories. Well, it wasn't me, but I paid someone to do it. I hugged Johanna, kissing her forehead. I looked over to Pride, wondering why he was in that form. "Pride?" I asked. "Hello Master Perfection." He looked down. I ignored him, knowing who he was. "Johanne, is he your new student?" I asked, knowing full well he was. "Yes. I haven't had him tested yet. Do you know of a demon named Skyra?" She asked. My head shot to her's. "Is she threatening you?" I asked. Johanne looked up. "Do you know her?" She asked. "She was my kid sister." I said honestly. When I was alive, that was who she was. "Ah." She said. I found myself glaring at Ghost again. This time, he glared back. I blinked, surprised. "Ishida, what did you want?" Johanne said, changing the subject. "Ah! I came to check on my little sunflower, and her new student. Well, anyways, I can tell you're doing well, so I'll be on my way." I said, spreading my wings. Mine were pure white. Pure perfect.
DEATH~!
After sending Pride off, I turned my attention to Evangeline. "What the heck was that?" I asked her. She shrugged, dusting herself off. "Well, come on, little Brat." I said, luring her up on the air. "THIS IS AWESOME!" She screamed, before smiling at the sky. I lifted her higher, before dropping her in mid air. "AAHHH! WHAT THE HELL?!" I watched and waited, until her wings sprouted. "What the hell?" She asked, noticing she had stopped falling. I couldn't say anything. I was speechless. Her wings were golden. Not the gross golden, the shimmering golden. She lifted herself up, but I still couldn't say anything. The test was wrong. For the first time ever, the test was wrong. She was a half life. Just like me.I got to choose. You see, death isn't really a heavenly thing or a demonic thing. I love to be good, but live in the dark, which is why my mansion is like how it is. Basically, I think Evangeline is going to be the Angel of Emotion. You see, in the prophecies, God said there was going to be an Angel, an Angel with a false name. She'll have golden wings. She'll be faster on the air than any other Angel. It's said the testing would go wrong, and that she would have a false name, but her written name would be covered with the false name.
Meaning the word light is just a cast-over. Her real name is Emotion. Emotion can be good or bad. Like I can. She gets to choose. Hell or Heaven, Demon or angel. I can't tell her this. She has to choose herself. This girl grew up sad, and I can tell her smiles don't reach her eyes. She's broken. She needs to experience her name. Meaning she has to experience other emotions. She needs to be happy. It was like that for me, at least.
FLASHBACK--
"Shut up." I was a small spirit, unaware of what was going on. Fallen Angels Were surrounding me, licking their lips. "CoMe On, LeT Me HAve A BiTE." I was coining thirty, and still counting. I felt them scratch me and bite me. "STOP IT!" I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut. Silence. Pure silence. I slowly opened my eyes, to notice piles of dust surrounding me. They were all dead. I felt my back get a little heavier, and I noticed my black wings had grown. Black as night. "Well done, Angel of Death." That was the only time I heard his voice.
END--
Mine was bad, but Emotion is going to be worse.
And she might go insane.
