chapter eighteen

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In the car, me and Ben sat awkwardly. I turn up the radio.

“I want to ask you about something" Ben starts asking. I wave my hand with the go on.

“I want you to go with me on a date to the movies" Ben asks. I cough in my elbow. Ben looks at me, I force a nod. Ben practically levitates in his seat, grinning ear to ear. I could probably ask him later if he knew me.

“Okay great". I hope it ends badly so I can break it to him easily. I get out of the car. Ben holds my shoulder.

“Well see you at lunch" Ben waves as I make my way to class. I grab a spiral notebook.

Death why do you hate Ben? I write down the note.

“Because something feels off about him, and Clive" he sits on the stool next to me. Sheryl is absent today.

Why do you want me? I continued to write.

“Class today we will watch a clip on famous paintings" Mrs says.

“because your my sister. You need guidance for the years to come. Also will need a protector"  Death answers my question.

What do I need protection from? I listen to the video for a minute before an answer comes.

“The angels, archangels, demons, and any other person that could possibly try to kill you. Plus any boys who look at you twice" Death adds.

Why would they want me? I need to know more answers.

“We'll consider this, you are a new species. The Devil procreated with a archangel. A fallen one at that" Death empathizes the fallen bit.

A what?

“An archangel, is a guardian angel of prophets. Others protect whoever needs it. Those who fail or rebel against god are cast out of heaven" he recites like a catholic nun.

What am I?

“The most powerful weapon in all history of angels in the wrong hands could destroy what's left of this world" I push back in my seat. The most powerful but I am just a human. Not an angel.

Okay what am I exactly?

“The devils daughter"he whispers softly.

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