Cursed Wings (Supernatural) [DISCONTINUED]

1 - Prologue

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<ANGEL>

Freak. Monster. Abomination.

Three words I hear on a daily basis. Three words my so-called family use to describe me.

I am a girl like any other except for the simple fact that I was born with a pair of large black feather wings and my parents abused me for it. My 'uncle' used to drag me down into the basement, tie me to a chair and carve up my skin. I don't have any scars of course; he healed me, not that anyone would care if I looked injured. My 'uncle' has these special powers since he's an angel. 

That's right. God exists, angels are real, and they are all fucking dicks.

I never went to school. My parents said that "abominations do not go to school", so they never sent me. I had to teach myself everything I know. Because of this, my favourite place to visit has always been the library: the only place I could get away from the harsh reality that was my life. Reading helped me escape.

Luckily, my wings folded quite tightly to my back, so I could put a jacket over them and you'd never know they were there.

On my 10th birthday, I went to the library, like any other day, and read about religion. I always looked for books that taught me about the hidden reality of the world and specifically how to kill an angel, but had yet to find anything about that specific topic. After a few hours of searching, I headed back to the house, ready for whatever torture my uncle had prepared for me this day. However, when I arrived at the house, I found a For Sale sign in my yard. I went inside, and everything was gone. They had moved out. Abandoned me.

Good riddance.

I quickly searched the house for anything they might have left behind and found a tattered looking rucksack, so I grabbed it and left the house I was forced to call home for the first 10 years of my life. I passed an abandoned church everyday walking to and from the library, so I decided to check inside since I thought it would be better than sleeping on the street.

It was in good condition. The large stain glass windows were all intact, there were no leaks and no holes in the ceiling. I smiled, and I placed my bag down on one of the front pews and planned what I would do with my new home.

I stole some furniture from my childhood house, just a mattress and some sofa cushions to make the church more comfortable, and I pinched some sheets, pillows and blankets from the local store. They wouldn't miss them. I placed the mattress at the pulpit using the priest's stand as a head rest so that I faced the main stain glass window that depicted a pair of large blue wings stretched out in the space that were so dirty they appeared black.

I was only 10 and my parents hadn't left anything useful at the house, so I had to steal to survive. Food from the stores and clothes from the mall. I didn't feel bad for any of it because I knew my crimes were nothing compared to those of other residents of the town.

About a week after I'd moved into my church I came home to a strange smell. Rotten eggs? Sulphur! I'd read about demons while searching for a way to kill Uncle and I immediately left once I smelt it and ran to the library. Thanks to my semi-photographic memory, I knew which book I had read about demons in and found it quickly to look for a way to kill one.

- They are burned by holy water. I live in a church so that won't be hard to get.

- Iron burns on contact. Again, with the burning?

- Salt prevents them from entering a place. Note to self: steal salt.

- Their true eyes are revealed at God's Latin name: Christo. Okay, kind of useful, but why?

- Devil's Trap can imprison a demon. Good to know but I'm not looking to capture a demon and keep it as a pet.

- Possesses a vessel to walk around the earth. I can't kill someone innocent, is there a way to get them out?

- Exorcism. Now we're talking.

I read the Latin chant several times before heading home to try out my new knowledge and hopefully not die.

I arrived home and the horrible smell of sulphur was still evident, and I was starting to think I needed to steal some air freshener. I crept down the center of the lines of pews looking for the source of the smell that was ruining my home. I heard a noise behind me and quickly ducked to the left as a large hand reached for where I had previously been. I turned quickly as I backed away to see a large man with short brown hair and light hazel eyes. I whispered Christo under my breath and his eyes turned completely black, which caused him to smile deviously. 

"You've been doing research." His words were laced with venom as he approached me slyly.

"I have a lot of free time." I smiled nervously, trying to keep my fear under control. He looked like he was going to say something, but he instead just lunged at me so quickly that I barely had time to react and dodge as I started chanting my newly learnt Latin. 

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te..." I shouted as I dodged away from the demon's punch. I may have been weak, but I was small, and I was fast. 

"Cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare..." The words were starting to effect the demon as they looked evidently pained. 

"Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis..." They stopped chasing me and started shouting for me to stop but I knew I couldn't listen. 

"Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine..." They fell to their knees. 

"Quem inferi tremunt..." Black smoke started pouring out of their mouth and I knew it was almost over as I finished the chant. 

"Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos." The smoke made contact with the floor and seemed to pass through as it charred the wooden panels.

I'm pretty sure I mispronounced half of that but, oh well, it worked. 

Once it was gone I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding and smiled, proud of myself. "How am I ever going to get that out of the wood?" I asked no one in particular as I stared at the burn mark on my floor and shook my head. Then I remembered, "Oh right, I need to steal some salt." I pulled my bag further onto my shoulders and went to the store to grab some salt.

When I got back I coated all the entrances and the windows with my newly stolen salt and sprayed some air freshener around before getting some sleep. Exorcising demons make you tired apparently.

I knew that the town was a hub for all things supernatural since it was hidden from the real world but after doing some research in the library, I realized how godforsaken this town really was. I decided to teach myself how to fight and hunt so that I could deal with everything that plagued this town. My town.

I became the town's one and only hunter at age 10.

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