The Demi-Angel

Chapter 7

A/N OK so this story is going to go on hold on the first of November because I'm doing NaNoWriMo. This is where you basically write 50,000 words in November so that's what I'm gonna do... So these are all the chapters that I've written so far and I might come back to this but atm my muse has left... Enjoy!

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Mihaels pov:

When she first came in, I knew who she was.

I knew she was the last angel, if that was what you wanted to call her. I knew she was a demi-angel, and could therefore be killed, and I also knew all of Lucifer's plan for her. What I didnt know, was what fire she would have.

How she would stand up even to Lucifer, and I was pretty sure even Lexi knew Lucifer was who they called Satan or the devil, and ergo, was evil.

However despite this, I knew that having a 'backbone' as the humans put it, would have no good effect on Lucifer. If anything it would make it worse.

But I knew my place, knew my loyalties. And my loyalties lie with Lucifer.

When she requested him to simply explain why her life was like it is, I struggled not to laugh. Here was this 16 year old girl and she was demanding answers from age old Lucifer.

I knew that she would be different, we all did, but I was only just beginning to grasp how different.

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Lexis pov:

Isnt it obvious!

Choose heaven or hell, he said.

He said like it wasnt obvious. I mean, who in their right mind would choose hell. Rainbows and unicorns, or fire and pitchforks. Hm... tough one.

"I think I'd choose heaven." I bite back.

"You really want to serve those pompous dickheads who only care abiut obeying, and have no emotions?"

I stare at him in disbelief, "they're fucking angels. Youre the devil."

"Now now, dont be racist." Lucifer said with a patronising look.

I saw Mihael open his mouth to comment, but he quickly closed it. "But Mihael's an angel, amd you have no problem with him!" I said in objection to his accusations.

"Yes but now he serves me. You're boring me. Leave." He commanded with a wave of his hand,"take her to her room."

And with that, the magnificent room we had been in disappeared, and we were back in a cloudy white corridor of sorts.

Turnung to Mihael, I told him to explain.

With a slight nod he started walking in the opposite direction to what I thought we had arrived in.

Deciding that was the most of a reaction that I was going to recieve, I followed in his wake.

After what felt like hours of walking, but in reality was probably 5 minutes, I stopped, waiting for him to acknowledge that I wanted answers and wouldn't walk until I got them. However Mihael kept walking.

" I stopped." I called out, standing still.

"I know." Was my reply as he kept walking.

"Arent you gunna... I dont know... do something?" I asked pathetically.

"What would you want me to do? Take you back to your home, take you to Lucifer, tell you what you are?" Came his emotionless reply.

"Preferably take me home, but first tell me what I am!" Exasperated I wished for a seat.

"Okay." Mihael clicked his fingers and suddenly we were in a cosy room, with at least five leather beanbags, and thick fur carpet beneath my feet. "Ask away." He waved his hand.

Surprised at the opportunity to ask any questions i hesitated.

" Um, well why dont we ask a question each? Yea?" He showed no indication of agreeing, nor disagreeing, so I took it as the former," okay, so what am I?"

"A demi-angel. Now, wh-"

"A what!" I interrupted him. A demi-angel! What the hell...

"Do not interrupt me." He voice suddenly boomed across the small room. "It is my question now." He carried on, more calmly in his deep voice. "Now, who is your soul mate?"

I stared at him incredulously. This man, angel, could ask me anything, and he asks me who my soul mate is.

"I dont know... I dont know who my sould mate is" Mihael looked at me in confusion at my mumbled words, clearing my throat I carried on. "What is a demi-angel?"

"A demi-angel is completely human born, and is therefore not a nephilim who is angel born, yet you have been a good enough person to be granted with becoming a demi-angel. A self sacrifice, being a martyr, and the like." I opened my mouth to ask another question, but quickly closed it when Mihael looked at me. Well, glared. "Have you ever loved someone?"

Gaping at him, I was shocked at his questions. Hesitantly I replied, "once I did... I haven't since." Unfortunately this made Mihael lean forwards from the wall, a curious look passing his eyes, one of the first emotions that I had seen since our acquaintance.

Clearing my throat in surprise at his interest, I walked towards the wall facing away from him.

"What can I do, being a demi-angel?"

After a moment of silence I turned around to find Mihael glaring at my back, yet once I faced him his face returned to neutral.

"Each demi has different powers, yet all so far have had one that belongs to the elements; earth, water, fire or air. They can also heal, fly, and use telekinesis. And before you ask, angels cannot control the elements, however they can create thing out of nowhere, like food and buildings, and compel people, so they will do as the angel wishes. Angels can also manipulate thoughts and shape shift. Now, who did you fall in love with?"

I was starting to get used to the kind of questions Mihael seemed to be interested in, but I still wasnt prepared to answer this.

"I dont feel comfortable-"

"You will not get another question if you do not answer." His loud voice cut me off. Cowering, because he was bloody terrifying, I wimpered. "Oscar, his name was Oscar." My mind flashed back to Oscar and his dark brown hair, his chestnut eyes, his honey skin... a cough interrupted my memories. Glowering at Mihael, I finally burst, "Why do you want to know so much about my love life! Are you deprived or something because of being Lucys little bitch!"

As soon as my outburst escaped me I knew I should have kept quiet, and that was even without looking.

"I am Mihael, Angel of loyalty, I will not be spoken to like that." His voice was quiet this time in comparison to the other instances that he had gotten angry, however somehow his deep voice leaked even more authority and power. "I have a slight interest in you 'love life', as you put it, because I also assist humans in finding their soul mates. I hope this clears up any misunderstandings. Now, back to your room." And with a click of his fingers (how cliche) I was back in the original room.

Screaming in frustration, I threw myself on to the bed.