Fate and the Defiant Angel (COMPLETED)

Chapter 7- True beauty

Azzarra woke from her update so abruptly that she launched forward. She resisted the urge to scream as she felt the tubes rip from her skull, and her forehead connect with the stone in front of her. She had never before experience anything like that and it shocked her to her core. The updates were always a rush of information, but they were just mindlessly words and memories implanted. This time, she'd just witnessed the entire life of a human being, from their birth to their death. She literally knew every aspect about this girl, about her fate and her path in life.

However, it wasn't the girl's original destiny. There had been one before Zara was assigned to her, one that she would never know. The council obviously didn't want Cassandra Sung's fate to be impacted by previous knowledge.

Zara stared at the blackness in front of her, mind still reeling from the information that she'd gained. She felt pent up with energy, wanting to run and leap for some odd reason. She'd never felt like this before, mainly because her job had consisted of stamping a death certificate for eons. She was forced to wait for the tell-tale sound which alerted that she could leave her casket. Zara made her hands stop shaking, straightened her spine and stepped out.

In unison, all the angels stepped out of their caskets and began to march off. Except Zara. She instead watched as they walked past her, having no idea who these people were. She didn't know any of their names, and she'd had worked, lived and shared a room with them for hundreds of years. They wouldn't even notice she was gone.

Zara was not one hundred percent sure what she was supposed to do, just a faint inkling in the back of her mind which she followed. It told her to wait for the other angels to leave the room, before she left. After the door slammed shut behind the last angel, she began to walk over. When she opened the door, she did not find herself in a hallway, but instead a large room where several angels mingled and muttered amongst themselves.

The room was mostly white (no surprise there), with dozens of screens and workstations. Angels milled around, murmuring intently to each other with clipboards in front of them. Stationed intermittently were large orbs of what looked like glass, hovering above the ground and remaining stationary. They were giant things, meant to depict visions of earth and other realms.

She was with the Watchers, a subsection of angels who were dedicated to observing the life of humans and reporting. They were to ensure that everything was proceeding as it was meant to. It was a monitoring system, one which now a days wasn't used all that much. Angels were so efficient now that there wasn't any need to watch. It had been important when angels were more fluid and prone to emotions, but now everything was so efficient the Watcher's main job was sending and receiving people from other realms.

The portals were intimidating things. Tall and made out of heavy black stone, the only colour in the room, with intricate runes carved along. There were three of them in the room, all currently inactive.

The human and angel realm were separate undoubtedly, yet the angels still needed to travel to earth in regard the Guardian Angels. Travelling between realms was not an easy task. Reapers, who controlled the world of death were given the tools crafted by angels which allowed them access through their scythes. Not even the angels were given such a gift.

They instead had to rely upon a portal. It was designed so that it would transport the angels into the human realm, but not on the human plain. It was the same as the Reapers, separate from the humans but able to monitor and influence what they needed. Yet, they never interacted. Angels didn't even interact with other angels while on earth.

Zara did not know the full process, but she knew that the if the Watchers didn't send her through that she wouldn't make the trip. It wasn't a story of a myth but a fact that if an angel proceeded through without the help of a watcher, it was a terribly painful death. The trip between the angel realm and human one was not supposed to be easy. It was meant for demons and other creatures to have trouble passing through, and as a result was deadly to even angels. They needed special tools that would allow them passage, their halos. It was a known fact about the angel who had attempted to leap to escape through leaping through a portal. That angels wings were burnt away, their body boiled off and everything in them dissolved.