Jump.
Heart pounding, I look over the edge. An eternity spans me and the bottom.
Jump.
I can hear them getting louder. Closer. Heartbeat quickens.
Jump. Jump. Jump.
There is only one way out. Only one option of escape. Down.
Jump.
This time I obey. I jump, spiraling through the air, and wait for the bottom.
***
How rude of me, starting off like that.
I'm Angel. I'm a godling, which means I'm the child of a god. Gods don't need a spouse to have children, so I only have one parent: my mom. Who is she? The goddess of misfortune and death.
Nice to meet you too.
Being the daughter of a goddess, my Mom's godly powers got passed down to me through genes, so I can raise the dead and, basically, open the doors to the Underworld.
Pray you're on my good side.
Having a godly mother is a blessing and a curse because:
1. I'm immortal, and believe me when I say that's not completely a blessing. Would you want to watch the world crumble and rebound and crumble again forever?
2. I shouldn't exist, and the gods made sure humans believe I don't exist. I almost destroyed the world a couple times in my earlier years of freedom (let's let bygones be bygones shall we?), and the godly council had to do quite an amount of paperwork. So to keep that from happening again, I got stuck in the prison cell (as I often refer to my holding place) for, well, forever. I'll admit it get's boring, and I get adventurous.
It started on one of my secret trips of freedom. I hadn't been out of my prison cell for centuries, and I just wanted to see human society. I got pissed and raised the dead, which--
I'm getting ahead of myself.
Welcome mortal; enter my world.
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Angel
خيال (فانتازيا)Angel is a godling who's been around for billions of years, but the gods make sure that it seems she never existed at all. Locked away for eternity in the gods' world, Angel craves freedom. And freedom is what she gets, even for just a few hours, wh...
