The minute I was born my life was Hell. I was--- or rather am--- a race that doesn't even exist. A mistake and everybody knows it. My mother and father are both angels. They fell in love had a child and that was their life. But in order to know more about me, you have to know the story of my parents. Scratch that, just the important parts.
When I was about five, my father got greedy, he wanted power, the type of power our leader had. No, it isn't Jesus-or God- his name was, or rather is, Amory. Amory never liked being called that, in fact he made us call him X, and since he was our leader no one could object to it. Anyway, my father wanted to be worshipped. He wanted a bunch of followers, a huge castle to live in, to be looked upon as a God. Basically the whole Shazam that comes with being a leader. X didn't like it, so he banished my father to Hell. Being the asshole of a father, the bastard hid me in his wings. Instead of taking his punishment like a man. Taking me from my mother and raising me on his own in hell. And let me tell you that did not work out as well as he had planned.
Since I was the only pure thing in Hell my body fought itself. My once sky blue hair became as dark as the midnight sky, my lovely lilac eyes, turned dark. My once beautiful pure white wings became spotted with black. Sure, I was pure, but I was no longer myself. I was the only Pure thing meaning I was not supposed to be there. I was not an angel brought down to Hell. I wasn't born there, I wasn't banished to there or cast down, I literally was not supposed to be there. So me not supposed to be there made it hard for my body to cope, it literally divided into two very different things.I was raised with demons but I was born with the angels. I had a halo that floated crooked on my head. I was half and half, it was the only way I could survive. The only living way my body could cope with it. I had to turn, my halo switched to a dark golden crown. I was both and that's what I'll always be. A Pure Demon in Hell. The only one who knows what's right from wrong and wrong from right, but so desperately wants to do the wrong thing but at the same time do the right thing. Split decisions, always had to make sure what I did was for the best of the situation. This was not me.
With that in mind, you could already see why I have really bad anxiety, another coping method, I guess you could call it. Because I was different I was marked Angel of Demons. The only angel in a demon world, gets to be a Demon princess. A princess of death. So in order for everybody to tell I was one of them, I was branded, retaught everything, I was punished for doing the right thing, I had to listen to them tell me that Heaven was bad and that I never belonged there, basically everything that I thought was right I was taught that it was wrong. And honestly they thought I listened to them, but really I've been an amazing actor since day one. I know that all my angel stuff was right. They could not put doing the wrong thing was actually the right thing, I wouldn't listen to that bullshit if it knocked me out.
After some years, my idiot of a mother finally figured out what was wrong. I was missing, and my father was gone, I swear this woman never loved me if it took her years to figure out I was gone. I mean if you love a child, you would actually notice if they weren't there since day one. My father took me to Hell with him. Since she was an angel, and wasn't banished from Heaven, she couldn't step foot in Hell like I could never step foot back in Heaven. Why I couldn't step another foot into Heaven? Because I lived in Hell, no matter what they couldn't prove that I was still as innocent and pure as I was before and they were correct. I wasn't deemed angel enough to go back, but I wasn't deemed demon enough to actually belong in Hell either, but they couldn't kick me out because of my father. Some of the things I was taught did stick with me and I just never noticed. So because she loved me, which I highly doubt, she sent me a Spear like crossbow.
I guess to protect myself when I left Hell, which is bull because if I couldn't protect myself then I would have died a long, long time ago, and I was never allowed weapons in Hell. Because they knew I would turn on them, even if it was against Angel Law to kill, but I would've, I learned that from them. That killing was okay as long as it was the right people. But as the spear fell to Hell the arrows were lost. And the one fatherly thing my father did do was make me new arrows. He never taught me how to use the weapon, but he couldn't destroy it because it was bound to me, and I was his prize possession and he didn't want to risk it.
Anyway, I enchanted the arrows and the spear. Since I'm the only one of my kind, being Half angel and half demon, I made so if someone else picks it up other than me, the whole thing crumbles to nothing. And believe me I will be pissed.
Okay now that you know some of my parents story, or what was important regarding me, we'll bring it back to me.
Heaven and Hell are real. I was born in Heaven and raised in Hell. My mom is an angel and my dad is a demon. I'm the angel of demons.
