Creature of the Shadows

Castiel, King of the Angels

(These next couple of chapters are going to be shorter than my usual chapters, but I'm going to publish them one after the other. I'm doing this because I feel like each of the kings/queen should get their own chapter. And we are going to start out with Castiel, the king of the Angels.)

Castiel's pov

    I sat upon my throne. I was simply staring at my kingdom from the open window. Angles flying from place to place, others simply walked. Heaven is a large kingdom, but so little of it is actually being used by angles. Probably around 50% of heaven is taken by the demons, and somewhere around 30% is just empty and unlivable. So we maybe have 20% of the lands that are supposed to be ours. Sometimes I wish that stupid war never happened. 

    I heard a knock on the throne room door. I looked in the direction to see my son walking in. His black hair was being covered by an extremely heavy hat, and his wings were pinned together.

    "Dad, when does my punishment ends?" Hariel asked. He's being punished for what he said during the meeting earlier today. I don't need my son to be saying things that will get us in trouble with the Humans. If we cause trouble with them than we will be causing trouble with the demons, and now the daemons are required to help them in the next war, or their treaty will be over with the demons. So I really don't need my son causing trouble. What Mephistopheles's son said is true, we don't want to start another war. 

     "When you learn your lesson about speaking out of place, and your lesson about holding your tongue around the other races. When you become king, you mustn't speak badly about any other species as they are all united at the moment. It's only us who is not apart of the group. So we must try and be apart of the group," I explained to him. "If you do not respect these rules then you will doom our race."

     My son looked down at his feet. 

     "I'm sorry, dad," he said quietly before walking out of the room. 

     I let out a sigh. I hate punishing my son, but I need him to be a great king. If he does what he did during the meeting while he is king, the others would probably not be as hesitant to get into a fight, which will inevitably start another war.

     I looked out at my land. There was once a time where I couldn't see the entire land the angles roamed. But now I can see the entire place and in the distance, I can barely see the land that the demons have taken from us. 

     It was our fault that the war started... It was before I was king. My father didn't like the humans, I don't either. So my father had decided to take it upon himself to try and kill the queen of humans at the time. My father's men were stopped and the war began. 

     The other two races were fine with staying out of it, but my dumbass father decided to attack a few demons who lived on Earth, or the human's land. And well Mephistopheles didn't like that. So they joined in with the war. 

     The daemons continued to be out of the war. But soon the daemons got caught in the crossfire and, well they lost most of their race during it. Even their king was killed. The young one that was supposed to be the next king was then raised by a mixture of demons and daemons. That didn't go well for him.

    Soon enough my father realized he was fighting in a war that he wasn't gonna win, so he surrendered. The Humans were really low in numbers, so the queen at the time deiced it would be best if she closed their third eyes and made them forget about the dimensions and the war that had happened. The humans still remembered bits and pieces of us, so they made multiple religions based on what they remembered.

    The demons took a good portion of our land, they would have shared with the humans if the queen actually wanted it. Mephistopheles than made a deal with the daemons that they will loan some of their demons to them until the next daemon king is dead. That was Melville.

    Angles are only alive for the sole reason that we're the only kind that can make certain goods that the demons love. Angles aren't as pure of heart as most of Humanity thinks we are. But we can still make some called liquid dreams. We have the ability to turns a creature's dreams into a liquid form. And demons absolutely love it. They like the way the liquid tastes, they like the way it feels to have their dreams extracted from them, they love the way that some creatures struggle to keep their dreams. They love it all. And we're lucky that we have this power or else we would be dead. 

    Angles are prohibited to make other angles dreams into liquid if they are seen doing this than they are required to go to jail. 

   I looked out at them again. The peaceful communities. Angles flew almost everywhere, but the few who don't have their wings yet still have to walk, so there are still roads for them. But most roads are significantly small. The second an angles' wing becomes visible, even just barely, they are able to fly. 

    Since I was born into royalty, my wings were basically visible from the moment I was born. So was Hariel's wings, and his sister Dina. Dina... I haven't gone to visit her today... I probably should do that. 

     I stood up. I started to walk out the door. My guards who normally were normally guarding me from outside of the throne room started to follow me for my safety.

     "I don't need you guys to follow me, not right now," I told them. They nodded and went back to their stations. 

     I walked down to the bottom of the castle. All of the guards and staff say that my personal guards weren't with me, so they all left me alone knowing that whatever I was doing I wanted privacy doing it. 

   I walked out into the garden. I walked to the far edge of the garden. No one was out here. I walked over to the lone grave. I sat beside it. My daughter... She had died a few months after she was born. She had died from sickness. 

    "Hey Dina, my pretty little girl," I said a few tears coming to my eyes. 

     She would be turning three in a week... She shouldn't have died. Not like that at least. She had gotten a very horrible sickness, and we didn't notice she had it until after she died. It was basically an illness that ate your insides out. It's horrible, it's very rare and very painful. She had cried a lot, but we just thought she was crying for other reasons. I feel so dumb for not realizing what was happening before. I was crying more. 

    Something touched my shoulder, I jumped in response and turned around. It was my son, Hariel. His eyes were filled with sadness as well. I remember the first time he saw his sister. 

    His eyes literally lit up. He was so happy to see her. He was so grateful to have someone to play with. He was 8 at the time and he was the only child in the castle. So the birth of his little sister made his day. Too bad it was all ruined shortly after...

     "I miss her too dad..." he said sitting down beside me. "She was- no, is my little sister, and I wish she could still be here... But she died... And I wish that she didn't... But at least you still got me right? At least not both of your children died."

     "Yeah... But my only daughter, I didn't even get to teach her to fly, or hear her first words, or teach her everything she would have needed to know..." 

      "At least she isn't suffering... Imagine how much more painful it would be if she was still alive, suffering from the illness... Wait actually don't... I'm sorry that I brought it up," he quickly said regretting the words the second they left his mouth. 

     I sighed. I took off the hat my son still wore and I unclipped his wings. He instantly stretched them as they've been like that for a while now. 

     "I think you learned your lesson, just don't act like that again," I told him. He shouldn't have to be here thinking about his sister and mourning over her death while being punished. That isn't right... 

   He nodded his head. We sat there for a few minutes, both of us silent. But our silence was soon interrupted by a guard coming to us. 

     "There's a demon who wants to see you, my sire."