The Price of a Halo (Costly Love Book 1)

The Beginning

It was once said that the touch of an angel could bring joy, but the touch of a demon could bring nothing but death. I always thought that was true until I met one and touched him. The demon was full of light but also full of darkness. He had the potential to be good but couldn't figure out how. I never thought a demon could be beautiful but this one was. He was as shocking as seeing an exotic animal free in the wild instead of the zoo. It was insane to be able to get to know something that you were raised to treat differently. Then again it was only the beginning.

I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Elizabeth, and I am an angel. I may be an angel but I am a warrior. I can bring joy but I can also bring death. I was trained from creation to hate all demons, no matter what they looked like. It was said that a demon cannot show mercy, so a demon cannot be shown mercy. A demon was evil, but they used to be angels. My dad had created me with one purpose in mind, and that was to kill demons without a second thought. I never questioned that purpose until many years ago. I never questioned that purpose when we invaded their land. I never even questioned when we destroyed them when they were starving. If they even came near our land, even if they were lost I would still kill them without a second thought. They were just something to be destroyed. Something that could kill us all, if we gave them that chance.

My wings are the color of love and light, a beautiful mixture of pink, blue, and purple. My sword was the color of new grass, a beautiful light green shade. My suit was the color of demon skin, a beautiful blood red. My hair is the color of wheat, ready to be picked from the fields, a beautiful golden brown. My father always told me that my mother had looked exactly like me before she died at the hands of demons.

I should have asked what someone else thought about demons, or even made an opinion of them myself. My father is Gabriel, god's follower through and through. He never made a mistake, and never second-guessed himself. He always knew what he was doing. He was perfect and people thought I would be just like him. Of course I let people down, as I was not like him at all. I questioned everything I did, I definitely made mistakes, and I never knew what I was doing.

I asked people about my mother, but no one had ever seen anyone like me. When I asked my father he had always told me the same thing. That she had been ripped apart by Lucifer's right hand man. That she would be proud of me, even if I did mess up. That no matter what, she would have loved me for who I am. I of course wised up and never asked him again.

When angels get old enough, we are allowed to visit Earth as a sign of responsibility. We used magic to hide or wings and our unearthly beauty. We were there for three days and three nights as the rules decreed. We were allowed to do whatever we wanted to as long as we followed the two most important rules that God had put into place. We had to learn them before we were released into the world. The first rule was that we could not mate with the humans. The second rule as that we absolutely could not reveal who we truly are under our magic. If we broke those rules and God found out He would strip us of our powers and our wings. We would be banished to Earth as humans because we had made it seem that we wanted to be a part of Earth instead of our home world of Heaven.

As a child of Gabriel, I was more powerful than the others, so I had to wait longer to go down to Earth. When I was finally sent to Earth, I was terrified because everyone was different. My companions, who were both younger than me and had stories of the humans, ran off into the world leaving me to defend myself in an unknown world. I was there, frozen in fear, when a strange man ran smack into me. He froze in fear and said, "I am so terribly sorry Your Majesty. I did not see you there." I found that hard to believe since I towered over the poor man. He then began to ask after my well-being as if he knew me personally. I thought my magic had failed and made me look like an angel again because that would have been the only reason he would call me majesty, then I thought of another idea. This was the first time anyone had said anything about me looking like someone else, other than my father. I asked the man to tell me where I lived, and he politely told me. I thanked the man and he left me to myself after a few more questions I answered as carefully as I could. As soon as I was alone, I made myself invisible and flew to my twin's house.