Angelic Ella

Ella

Well this bit is depressing as fuck. I don't know why I made this so boring. Totally a filler chapter. Whatever. It'll be better next time.

Well, so it turns out, my memories didn't stop there. I spent the whole day trying to work out the new limbs on my back, making them move, or even just twitch. The most I managed to do was make them hit Carrie on the back of the head when she started laughing at me. Nothing I did or tried seemed to make them do what I wanted. I struggled for ages, and was so worn out I ended up going to bed at about 7 o'clock. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

It was still warm, not to too warm, just right, and I was walking with an older man. He was resting his hand on my shoulder in a fatherly way. He was smiling softly, but there was pain behind it. 'Ellael. You are upset.' He said, his voice calm. 'I am. I feel my siblings are unhappy and I know they don't like it to be acknowledged, but they need help.' My voice was much more formal than last time I spoke. 'I can understand your worry, but I assure you we are safe up here.' I looked down. 'I do not doubt you, father. But I don't believe it is safety they are concerned about.' I looked up to the man, my father, and he looked me in the eyes, confusion in his face. 'What do you believe it is?'

'Fuck, Luce. I know you're into this whole 'Secret rebellion' thing, but smoking?' The blond boy I was talking to just grinned, blowing a cloud of smoke into the clean air beside him, where he waved it away with his large silver wing. 'Hey, Gabriel, come and try this!' A boy with dark blond hair strolled over, his golden wings stretched out in curiosity. He leaned over and took it out of Luci's hand, taking a deep drag. Suddenly, the cigarette disappeared, and Gabe and Luce turned to see Michael looking furious. 'Jeez, you're such a fucking fun sponge, Mike.' Michael completely ignored him, arching his large pure white wings in anger. Lucifer backed down quite quickly, but didn't stop pouting petulantly. Gabriel grinned and ran off.

'Hey, Cas, is something wrong?' They boy was only a small bit shorter than me, but the way he was curled up in a ball with his black, blue-tipped wings wrapped around him made him seem smaller than he really was. I just saw a small shake of his head. I sat down beside him, my pale purple wing gently brushing over his back. 'I'm sick of being left out, Ella. I'm just Castiel, the little one with the ugly wings.' I furrowed my brows. 'You're never thought of as the little one with the ugly wings, Cas, your wings are beautiful.' He looked up, his face stained with tear tracks. 'Are they? Are they really? Because I'm the only one sitting here with black wings. Everyone else's are white, silver, gold, nice colours and mine are... black.' I pulled him into a hug. 'There's a difference between ugly and unique, Cassie. You're just unique.'

'Hey, Anna. Hey, Zoe.' Anna was sitting on a bench, her light pink wings helping to hold the little toddler, Zophiel (Or Zoe, as we preferred to call her) , on her knee. Zoe giggled loudly, her little wings fluttering. They were mostly featherless, but the few small fluffy ones that had come in were pastel blue. 'Hello. How's it going?' Asked Anna, bouncing Zoe a bit quicker. I fell down heavily on the bench. 'Not bad. I just feel bad for Castiel. He's really struggling with his wings.' Anna nodded. 'His are only like that because Dad thinks he deserved something different. I mean, yeah, blacks not exactly the favourite at the moment, but who knows. People could be busy buying black feather dye right now, for all we know.' I laughed softly, but it was forced. 'Isham's never stopped teasing him for it. I know it's all light hearted, on his part anyway, but I think it hits harder than they notice. They just can't leave him alone. Uriel keeps trying to get me to start, too.' Anna shook her head. 'But he's a dick, Ella. You shouldn't listen to him.' There was an empty pause. 'I know. I just don't want to see Cas get hurt.'

'Heya, Ella. Sick of Luci and Gabe yet? Dad knows I am. Honestly, sometimes I just wanna push them into the Lake. Though, I doubt Raphael would be happy with me.' I chuckled. 'Raphael would have your head before you could flap your wings.'
'I know. That's the only reason I haven't done it yet. Oh, guess what!' I smiled. 'What, Alfie?' Samandriel (Or Alfie, as he told us to call him) put his hands out in a stopping motion, attempting (And failing) to create suspension. 'Declan is dating Samuel, who, and this is the big thing, just became Samantha.' I raised my eye brows. It wasn't often things like this happened up here. 'Really? Nice! Do you think she'll want light brown nail polish to match her wings or something more colourful?' Alfie grinned. He was the definition of a gossip. 'I don't know! I only spoke to her once so far, but Declan seems really into her.'
'Fuck yeah.' We turned around to see Decanus (Declan) grinning. He was only a couple of years older than us but he was already strong and muscly. 'I'm fucking great.'

'Father, I want to leave. Both Anna and I.' Dads face was full of hurt. 'Why?' Anna answered for me. 'We're tired of hunting our own brother because you were too heartless to take his feelings into account.'
'Girls, you must understand, he did this to himself-' I cut in. 'Don't you dare. You did this to him, and now you're using us to tidy up your mess. I'm fucking done!' He grimaced guiltily. 'If that is what you wish.' He clicked his fingers, and i felt the floor beneath my feet give away. Over my own screams I heard Anna sobbing, and my grace was torn away from me, burning, ripping my wings from my back, and the agony that came with it. I felt it all as I hit the earth, and the world became black.

When I woke up, it was dark. My throat was raw from screaming, and there was a cold sweat on my face. Carrie was standing over me, her face a mask of fear. "Oh thank fucking God, Ella I thought you were dying." I felt a slight spark of something in my chest when she said God, but I didn't act on it. "You were just screaming and screaming." I sat up, stretching my aching wings. "I remember everything, Carrie. I had friends up in that place, I grew up there." She looked at me, confused. "Where?" I looked down at my thighs. "I... Don't know."

This was probably really boring. NEXT TIME.