Book Of Book Ideas

Angels and Demons

Can you imagine a world where you were either a demon or an angel? And those who said they wished to be demons were really joking and wished you to say they would be angels?

And then there was the rule, never give your soul up. This wasn’t a rule but never the less it was strictly implied, but you see I did something bad, something worse than giving up your soul. Giving up your soul meant you had decided to let yourself become either an angel or a demon and you never got to choose. Giving up your soul was giving up your mortal life, and living one as a demon or an angel. Of course if you never give up your soul, as many do when they get old, they simply die. Like the human beings of old, those who we came from the metal people. The metal people were the ones who built the metal cities, they were the ones that ruined us.

Perhaps I should explain our world, before I tell my story, you see we are the evolved people of the metal people, all those who didn’t evolve, didn’t continue living. They say all the strong was left over, I think it was the powerful they have the power of strength. I guess our city is much more different from others after all not everyone in our city like most. We had poor, and we have rich, we had power and weak although we were the ones who had angels and demons. Demons were different depending on how bad they were, the worst one was the leader of the Demons. It’s just like the angels, the most powerful angel was the leader of them. And then there was the shadow resistance, they were said to be a mixture of demon and angel two things at once they were also said to be made up. Since we call the metal people, metal people it was only fair to have a name to show we were more evolved. We were the air people, some of the people in our city were born with wings they were all different colours as well. But black or red was always seen as demons and although most of the population had wings. Only the rich made a show of them, it was a show of power to those who were poor that the poor were slaves.

But slaves we all are to our own will and whims, but the poor are slaves to the rich we have to abide by their rules and if one of them catch us we are the slaves, or servants they say. I live in an orphanage and I have wings, I don’t know if it is an orphanage as they just had girls and they all seemed to have wings. One time a boy came with wings and the next day he was gone, they say he found a home. I don’t believe them, I get up really early and he was gone and there had been screaming going on in the night. It happens a lot and someone is always gone, none of us have names but they call me demon. Perhaps earlier on the day it all started would be a good example, when I was trying to leave…

It was a normal day, well normal for us, the clouds surrounded the perimeter of the city and the sky was blue above but every so often you heard the sounds of thunder as the everlasting war of Demons and Angels go on. It was a normal day for most, but for me it was the day I was to give up. I had decided to give my soul up I knew how to do it. It was exactly like using your aura but this time using all of it and expending your soul making yourself into a demon or an angel.

I was just going to go out by a river in a park hidden by the trees that I knew off, it was the best place to do it I thought. No one ever there and peaceful and calm the whole time, I had thought, gathering all of my belongs. In other words nothing, except the clothes I wore and the locket around my neck which I had never taken off, same goes for the bracelet around my wrist. I walked out of the door but as it slammed shut behind me I heard the screeching voice of my overlooker. “You little demon come back here right now! Don’t make me come and get you! We’re only keeping you here because of the money, your parents left you here because they knew you were a demon!”

That last insult hurt a little but I ignored it and grabbed my hover board from its hidden place in the bush. My hover board was one of my own make from various bits and pieces from the junk yard and that I had found. But it was blue and very fast but couldn’t hold much weight, it was perfect for anyone but it would only respond to my touch. And it had weapons, it was one of the best and one of a kind. Instead of zooming over the treetops and attracting attention to myself I whipped in and out of the trees.