Tainted Night

Chapter 25- The Hybrid Angel.*

READ THE AUTHOR NOTE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER

“If you are going through hell … then keep going”~ Winton Churchill.

 

 

Chapter 21- The Hybrid Angel.

  

It was awfully quiet for the angel’s liking as he wandered around the run down palace over and over again. Having nothing else to do but read ancient Latin books that he already knew by heart. His pace slowed down to nearly a stop as he neared the forbidden part of the palace. He had not been in there for ages and his body and mind itched to be in there again. ‘Angeli oratio civitatem’ the words written on the grand door blocking him from entering the place said. He whispered the words on the door as his fingers traced the letter slowly. He felt as if his fingers were on fire from where they touched the door. And he knew that if he didn’t retreat his finger his whole body will soon be literally on fire.

With a sad huff he removed his hand and slide down the wall. Soon he was sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest and his back leaning against the stone wall that was carved with symbols and ancient writings. The hallway the hybrid was in had to be one of the most beautiful places in the whole place at least in his opinion it was. The carves on the wall represented a story.

A story of a young archangel who God loved so much that he would give him anything he asked. The angel was beyond beautiful inside and out. He wanted nothing more than to separate peace and love all around the world.  The archangel was handsome- he was the most beautiful angel in heaven and he was only nineteen years old. His golden hair used to shine as if it was made of real golden threads. There seemed to be a permanent warm smile itched on his flawless face.  His wings were unique- different from any other angel or demon. His wings were not white nor black nor silver. They were golden. His wings were a light golden colour and they were large behind his back that if he folded them around his body they would be able to hide him from head to feet.

The angel was one of the closest to God. He loved everyone and anyone that people said he had a heart of gold and frankly he was a blessed angel. He had the angel’s mark itched on the skin of his left shoulder. It was carved so beautifully into his shoulder and it was always glowing.

The angel being one of the best archangels was sent to the Earth on a mission. A mission to stop a couple of witches from creating vampires again. The naïve angel had quickly agreed on going on the mission thinking it would be easy. Thinking that those witches would listen to him and not do what they were planning on doing. But oh! How wrong was he?! The witches captured him and put him in a metal cage unaware that he was an angel. They ran test after test on him. The tests getting more painful more heartless, he cried and cried. He desperately called for God asking him to save him from those heartless people who were trying to ruin him. But he was never saved and he was never given an answer.

 

The tests continued for two years before they finally did the spell on him. Turning him into a monster- a vampire. That night he had cried in agony as he started changing from his pure nature to a dark one. The changing was the worst time of his life. The feathers of his wings were falling while being wrapped around him in the darkness of the room he was kept in. One after one; they fell and new ones grew in their place their colour light silver. The glow around him ceased into nothing. The mark on his shoulder was the worst it was burning- literally. Ceasing quickly and changing into something else. Another mark that made his heartbreak even more. The mark was dark showing his true nature- the nature of a vampire. The mark now looked like a burning star. The flames of it were dark blue and black. The wings of the star have turned silver just like the angel’s wings and the mark seemed to be glowing darkly.