A Tale of One Deviant (Book One)

Chapter 51: Angels Are Supposed to Save

Was this it? My first encounter with the gods?

     I mean, I know it isn't a god because the white wings showed it was clearly an angel, but I mean my first time crossing something that involved their influences.

     I floated into the world all by myself, only my wits and knowledge to back me up as I treaded uncharted domain.

     The girl's back was towards me, the wings spread out and hung by ropes cruelly jacking them to the ceiling. They were white on this side, but when I floated around to the other side I saw they were black. It was like the back was meant to signify purity, the front the shadow of darkness as you lean away from the light, diving forward.

     The back of the girl's head was white hair, the front half black. Her eyes were closed, so I couldn't see their color. Her skin was tan, which was unusual since she was locked hundreds of feet underground. Probably a combination of light and dark or something.

     She had no shoes, or clothes in general. Her body was just hanging in the air suspended by the wings and shackles on her wrists. Her head was fallen forward, toes pointed to the ground helplessly. Honestly, I didn't see a single thing about her that looked similar to the man I had led here. Was this the right girl?

     I had used the radar to find the little sister of Anthem Claiborne, who was actually only seventeen even though I thought he was twenty. The one I was searching for was Chord Claiborne, someone taken by the Church. She sure was taken, but not everything seemed to match. Even the facial structure didn't seem to match up, as I compared their jaws, noses, eyes, hairlines, everything. Unless one took strongly after the mother and the other after the father, I didn't see how they could be siblings.

     Adopted? No, no one visits orphanages in this world unless they want a long term worker or have extreme kindliness in their hearts.

     Or, they want to sell the good ones for quite the price.

     Who was she? The blue marker pointing at her from above clearly defined her as Chord Claiborne, but I just couldn't see it.

     Also, the marker indicated that there was something else there. Someone else.

     I already knew it was the angel, and was very wary of anything that might happen as I put the little girl in between me and the door.

     I didn't know what to do.

     Do a gentle soul search and see if she's not broken inside? Kick the angel out? What if that hurts her somehow?

     Agh! This is such a pain!

     I just put my hand on the girl's forehead and dove into her soul, not wasting time since my mana was already at 18,023.

     It was pitch black inside here, and I was unable to locate the haven where her consciousness stayed. The only thing in my way was murky fog, which I tried to blow away with wind magic to no avail.

     My hackles raised like a dog's as the apprehension started to get to me, and I forced myself to stay calm.

     Deep breaths! In! Out! In! Out!

     The persona of Knight settled back on me, and Firea with her scary self went away while I took care of business.

     Finally serious, Knight stomped her foot on the floor of the soul, making all of the dark fog disperse like a regular Vampire exposed to the sun. All that was left after a few seconds of power washing the ground of black dirt was a field. The field broke open, and I went into a deeper corner of the soul forcefully shared between fallen angel and human.