It's been seven years since I was born, I have little horns, fuzzy purple wings, and very deep blue hair. Since I was here in this weird place I've been told I'm no different from the other kids I see. Nuns, priests and even the other kids don't wear crosses around me cause they hurt to be near, but no one will tell me why. The ones on the walls don't bother me cause I'm too short so that's ok for now. I don't know why I'm here or why I don't look like the other kids. Some call me a demon but I don't know what that is. I tried to ask some of the nuns, they said that word isn't allowed here, so I asked why the kids call me that, those same boys got big red lumps on their hands the next day. There are some people that are nice to me, Father June and Sister Jane. They are nice and tell me I'm just like any of 'God's children'.
At lunch Sister Jane always lets me sit with her and a few of the other shy kids. Sunday they aren't there though, I think they go to the afternoon prayers in the church. I want to go there but, well last time I tried the big crosses made me hurt all over so I left and the nuns and priests were so worried they don't make me go. So on this Sunday lunch, I had some questions I didn't want the other kids to know I was curious about.
"What is God?" I ask Sister Jane today, realizing I hear about it but don't know what it even is.
"He is a very powerful person that sent you to us, he was worried about your horns, he wants us to raise you because you seem like such a good child." She says happily.
"But if I'm good, why am I here? Shouldn't I have my real parents raising me?" I ask, not understanding why I was here.
"Well sometimes God does strange things like sends an unannounced angel to deliver you. We don't know why you are here. However, you need a place to grow up." She says, clearly trying to cheer me up and ease off the topic.
"I don't like it here. You and Father June are nice but, the kids call me mean names and treat me different. I don't like it. Am I something bad? I don't get why they always pick on me and some avoid me altogether." I whine, not wanting to feel what I am feeling.
"Christian. You are an amazing girl, I have some people that you should meet, they want to help you find out why you are different. They will help you, so please, come with me and let's go meet them, ok?" She says sweetly and I nod, taking the hand she holds out and she leads me down several halls I have never seen before. Lots of crosses were on the wall but I try to not whine too much.
As I get lead down the halls I notice all sorts of things; the walls were all darker than other parts of the orphanage, there are white and green and gold details looping on the ceilings and a few religious tapestries hung in the halls but I think some of the ones with people had moving eyes! There was a big spiraling staircase we had to go up and I was getting dizzy the higher we went. I kept my grip on Sister Jane, not wanting to fall behind.
"You have to let these men poke you ok? They are very smart and are going to help you, trust them, Christian, they know that they are doing and should be trusted one hundred percent." Sister Jane says, seeming as kind and honest as always. I trust her and if she trusts these men so will I.
I just stumble along after her as I'm lead blindly till we come to a big set of doors, they were metal and kinda scary but Jane opens them and gestures me in.
We get to a big room with lots of men in it. All of them had long coats with symbols I didn't recognize and all have tan or pale skin and dark hair, they all looked kind of young except for a few bald guys. They looked like a picture of a 'cult' I saw in one of the books, but lighter colors, like... a cult to god instead of this guy no one will say the name of.
As I look around there are a lot of screens and glowing things that look confusing to me, bright lights and lots of desks and a few weird looking machines, and not a single woman to be seen anywhere besides me and Sister Jane. I feel small in this huge room, but there's pretty windows all around the earthy brownish room. Though the walls are covered in wires and other weird stuff I can see the 8 GIANT windows. The windows go floor to ceiling. I could see the whole skyline from up here and it was really pretty but huge crosses were in the glass so I have to go a little further into the room to stop this itching stinging feeling I get around them.
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The Tower
General FictionIn a world stuck in the 1940s, ruled by a picky God. A girl is born of demon and angel blood, in a world where God's rule is absolute. She is a being of incredible power, placed right into the hands of ones bent on using her for selfish gain. She is...