Chaos

Chapter 3: The Awakening

Everything was different after that. Everything was bigger and better. Love, touch, and the most prevalent of all, pain. In just one moment, I altered everything. I was the one variable the universe hadn't accounted for.  If I had done absolutely anything else, an entire future we were racing to protect wouldn't exist.

I didn't understand what he meant by an angel of the lord. My family was never religious, a fact I later found entirely refreshing, so I was thoroughly confused by his statement. An angel of the lord? Is that what believers called themselves these days? So as any sane person would, I laughed. I kept laughing until his silence made me uncomfortable. He wasn't budging. He believed he was an angel. His eyebrow twitched, silencing any thoughts I had of teasing. "I see you don't think I'm honest."

I couldn't entirely speak. Once again, Ian's direct attention held me captive. I only shook my head in response, almost too afraid to refuse him. He stood up and held his hand out. My hand twitched, aching to hold his but remembering the feel of the fire around me. "Come on" I stood up without his help, curling my hands into fists to keep from touching him. His hands came up, almost too slow, and carefully held my face. I couldn't help the gasp that escaped my mouth. This time surrounded by clouds and a feeling of peace and love. Here Ian was before me, smiling as wings folded out behind him.

If you asked me to describe them, I couldn't. It was almost as if the beauty blinded me. His wings were magnificent. I was touched just to be allowed to see them, to partake in something so glorious. Then we were back in the theatre, and I was breathless. He seemed slightly tired, almost as if showing me, allowing me into his world, had weakened him. I was smiling, still feeling the pure euphoria I had earlier and he seemed curious. "You never told me your name. It seems you are special too." I didn't know what he meant by special. I had spent the last 16 years of my life entirely average. "My name is E. The special part I'm not so sure about".
This seemed to irk him, but I wasn't quite sure why. "Your name is E, and you don't see how you could be something?" His voice held clear amusement. I couldn't help the giggle that escaped me. "I can see your point, but I'm no angel of the lord." At that, his face darkened, and I felt my stomach sink. He had a beautiful smile. "No, no you are not. You are something far different". Now I was entirely lost. I was just E. The girl that never got noticed. "Let me take a wild guess. You've never met your father?" My head shot down. He had left my mother and I when I was very young. She never spoke of him. She said it hurt too much. "He left when I was young. We haven't heard from him since I was a baby". He seemed to know something I didn't. "E, your father didn't abandon you. He was forced to leave. Your father wasn't an ordinary man. He was...special to say the least. I don't know how to say this but E, your father is Lucifer."

"Lucifer?!" He had to be kidding me. The devil? I mean yeah I saw the fire and a man that said I'm his daughter but maybe I imagined it. That happens all the time to people, right? Right?! Ian stepped forward and I stepped back, ignoring the pang of loss I felt from rejecting his comfort. "Ian. This can't be real." "I'm afraid it is.  I'm sorry, this is going to hurt."

He placed his hand on my face. This time we went nowhere. I was frozen. A slow burn began tracing its way through me. It started at the curve of my back and worked it's way up. It felt like fire was racing through my veins. It reached my shoulders and I bit my lip to stop myself from whimpering
Then the real pain started.

It felt like a hot iron had been placed on my back and I began screaming like a child. I bought it with every ounce of me but I couldn't ignore the fury of the pain. It bit at me over and over, seeming as if it would never end. When it did I couldn't help the sigh that escaped me. "Do you feel them?" My curiosity wanted me to ask what he meant but before I could think longer I knew. I knew that I was changed. He had done his job. I had wings too. The air around me felt heavier. I carried more weight with me now. "Yours is a little different than mine..." His tone suggested sorrow and I couldn't help the disappointment that crossed me. "Let me guess, they're black?" His silence answered my question. We were different. Two opposites of the same coin. He was peace and love, and I was destruction and pain.