Jadiel

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This story is written as an entry for the Imagine Contest by WattpadShortStory

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It wasn't supposed to happen this way... Dad wasn't supposed to get involved at any point.

The plan was to grab the boy and go. I had a curfew and needed to be back before Dad noticed I was gone. But then again, when didn't he notice the moment I disappeared? You'd think with my parents being fallen and all they'll be lax. *Cue snort here* I wish. My dad is way worse now, than he was when he was still an angel, at least that's what mum says.

My dad, is Azrael. My mum is Ife. Ring any bells? No? That's ok. I don't expect you to know my mum. Her case was special. My dad however... Who didn't know him?
It was ironic though. My parents names. Azrael means "Help of God". Ife, short for IfeOluwa means "Love of God." Their names fit them. Perfectly. My dad was the Angel (now fallen) of Death. My dad used to be a Comforter. Now? He is judgement first hand. The wrath of God. And my mum is the comforter. They balanced each other out perfectly. So their names practically told their destiny. What did they name me? Jadiel.

Meaning: One whom God favours. My name didn't feel like it fit me as a person. I feel so undeserving.

I'm going off track.

Dad gave me a curfew and made sure I stuck to my curfew. He's probably just treating me how he expected my mum to have been treated. I didn't mind... sometimes. I understood why he was extreme. He loved me. A lot. But he needed to chill.

My gifts had been going pretty haywire for a few years now. A boy named Caleb took up the majority of my mind unconsciously. It made no sense and it had been going on for months now. I didn't tell my parents. Dad will definitely think it's a ploy to take me away from him. He didn't want to lose me (the way he almost lost my mum. He had nearly lost control when he thought she was gone. If it was me, only the Lord knows what he would have done).

I didn't tell mum either because she'll tell Dad. (They don't hide things from each other). Then they'll imprison me in the house. But I couldn't. I couldn't let that happen. I felt some sort of connection to the boy in my dreams. And it wasn't just attraction. Sure, he was hot, but I wasn't talking looks here.

That's saying something, because my parents were beautiful. Like dangerously alluring. I had seen mum as a human in pictures. She was pretty then...well, as pretty as a human could be. But now? Mum was just flat out bewitching... I can't even describe it. So they surpassed the standard of beauty of humans, being fallen

But the other fallen I had seen didn't look half as gorgeous as my parents. It was scary. You might not think much of it but I did and it wasn't because I didn't get one or the other of their looks. The most beautiful things are sometimes the most powerful things. My parents would never hurt me, but others, when pushed? Probably.

Their genes were basically mixed equally in my body. I looked exactly like both, just lighter than mum and darker than Dad. It confused people, but I didn't care. Mum always said I'm pretty.

Anyways, I believed the boy and I were somehow connected on a deeper level and it made me wonder if he shared my dreams with me. Dreams, visions, nightmares. He was everywhere.

This day however, I'd had enough. I had had a nightmare the day before. But as I lay there trying to make up for the little sleep, I had another and it was even worse. He was chained and could barely hardly move five steps before the cuffs of the chains bit into his wrists. He howled in pain before he was jerked back against the wall. It was a most unusual sight.

He looked impeccable with his relaxed gelled hair, black dress shirt and black dress pants and shiny black dress shoes. His ebony skin glowed in the light. Dress shirts, shoes and pants impeccable.

The only problems (plural) were that the chains were gold ( like actual gold chains) and his surroundings. It was a beautiful house of sorts. It looked royal. But he was chained fast to the wall and on his face was pure agony.

Someone was watching him, and the view of his chained self in pain was amusing that someone. I just couldn't see who it was, and I couldn't hear them either. I just knew they were there and I stared directly at the spot I felt their presence. It was most unusual because I had inherited my father's night vision which was as perfect as it came, and his ability to blend into the shadows. The shadows were basically my only friends. The tendrils loved to trail and dance around me. But now? The shadows seemed to betray me before my eyes, leaving my side and slinking to the spot where the someone was.

The shadows were attracted to that one spot and the fog of darkness was dense unlike anything I'd seen before.
All of a sudden, it wasn't a dream anymore. I just now that somehow, the nightmare had become a reality, dragging me along.

The thing in the shadows let out a nauseatingly irritating laugh.

"You really should mind your own business." It said, its voice really was worse than its laugh.

"If you want to eavesdrop at least do it well. I couldn't be sure you were there till you uncloaked your self even though I felt you there. Tell me, how did you manage to hide?" It asked.

I was debating what to say, when I felt a faint breeze blow past my arms and whip through my hair. I stiffened.

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