Since the beginning of time, Angels have been the sole source of humanity's survival. Humans are clumsy, stupid creatures who have no sense of humbleness nor a conscious.
The Angels are dead humans that had souls purer than 99%. Once an Angel has been verified, it is given a role based on its personality. Souls that barely make the cut tend to have more darkness in them, and normally become Death Angels, or grim reapers. Miracle Angels are souls that are the purest of all, they are the source of magic, fantasy, and hope still existing in world. The last of these are Guardian Angels, which are all in between. They are each assigned to a certain person to guard for their entire lifetime, normally this person is an Angel Prospect.
Above the Angels are the Arch Angels, or gods. These Angels have caught the attention of humanity, and then been worshipped for the acts that follow. In the earlier days of the earth, Arch Angels were much more prevalent. They rule the Heavens, and give orders to the Angels.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" The boy woke with a start. He sat up, breathing heavily, and looked around at his unfamiliar surroundings.
"Ugh..." He groaned holding his head. What happened? I can not remember...
"Oh, you're awake." A voice echoed through the room. "We were wondering if you would ever awaken. Welcome to the Heavens."
The boy turned towards the voice. It came from a beautiful woman with long, silver hair, and kind eyes. But when he studied the rest of her, he noticed something unusual: on her arms were small tattoos shaped like feathers.
She noticed him staring and smiled. "These are my wings. You'll learn more later. Please, get up and change. I'll be in the room across the hall when you are ready." Then she walked out.
The boy did as he was told; though his bones felt rough, as though they hadn't moved in a long time. He put on the outfit that was resting on a bench beside the bed. It was a white short-sleeved shirt and black pants; simple, but comfortable.
When he was finished, he walked across the hallway as instructed, pausing briefly to admire the view through the glass panes on the building: it was beautiful, soft, golden clouds stretched on for as far as the eyes could see, and they held a palace that reflected every color imaginable. And then he saw them: the Angels. They were everywhere, some were flying, others walking, but everyone of them was perfect.
The boy shook himself out of his trance and entered the room. Inside was the woman from before and another man. "As I'm sure Amaia already told you, welcome to the Heavens. To put this bluntly, you are now deceased. However, instead of proceeding into the afterlife like most of humanity, you have become an Angel."
The boy stared at the two, his head reeling in shock.
"Sir, you should introduce yourself first." Amaia whispered into his ear.
"Ah, of course! Sorry about that dear, my name is Aki." He smiled. "I am the Arch Angel in charge of the welcome area."
Welcome area?
"Yes, welcome area. You see, whenever an Angel Prospect dies, their soul is brought here. The soul hibernates for some time, adjusting to its surroundings. It normally can take anywhere from a day to several decades. You, however, have been sleeping for approximately 5,823 years, according to the records. You are actually one of the oldest Angels. Ok, lets talk Angels. Angels have been around since the dawn of time, protecting humans. There are three types: Death Angels, Miracle Angels, and Guardian Angels. You are a Guardian Angel, meaning that as soon as we fill you in on the rest of the details, you will be assigned to a human, most likely an Angel Prospect, and you will guide them for the rest of their life." He paused for a moment, breathing. "Any questions?"
Of course, the boy's mind was loaded with questions, but the most pressing one was the only one he actually asked. "Only one. Who am I?"
"Oh, of course! I assume you can't remember anything?" The boy nodded. "As expected, that tends to be a trend with the Ancients. We have prepared for this though! We can't give you your memories, however, we can present you with this name: Akaashi."
Akaashi. Hmm. I like it.
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