CHAPTER 1: How To Be A Failure 101
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____________________________________REMIEL
I was old. And yet, I was the youngest among my siblings. My father had created me long before Lucifer's betrayal. He raised me alongside my seven siblings, and whenever any of us would ask, "If there are seven cohorts for the Archangels to lead, why are there eight of us?" God would simply smile and say that we would find out soon.
We waited patiently for what he could've meant, positive that there would be something special created, but then Lucifer fell, and the innocent smiles on our faces vanished. We were angry, and upset, and when I was instated in Lucifer position, we trembled with rage.
I could not understand why Lucifer would do such a thing, but I now understood the reason for my creation. Instead of being angry at me, my siblings surrounded me in love, but our fury at our fallen brother grew. Despite being angry, my siblings and I never hated Lucifer. We were disappointed and confused, yes, but never hated him.
Lucifer, however, held nothing but hate. He loved us, his siblings, but hated our father. If push came to shove, Lucifer would sacrifice us, no matter how much it hurts him, in order to get his way.
"Come now little sister, pay attention."
I snapped my head up and jumped to the side as Michael's swords struck the ground. I moved forward as as soon as my feet touched the ground, and swung the sword in my right hand, which was met with Michael's second sword. Every move I made, he met. Every move he made, I met.
We continued like that for a while, until both of us stood with each other's swords at our throats. Michael smiled down at me warmly, and stepped back.
"You're getting better, almost as good as me."
I beamed up at him and responded "Thank you, brother."
My gaze followed Michael as he nodded and turned around, and when I blinked, he was gone. I didn't take it personally, nor was I surprised; we all had duties, and tended to do disappear a lot. What I was surprised by was Gabriel popping up in front of me and grinning. I had not meant to scream loudly, but unfortunately I did.
His smirk did not help to sooth my anger and I pushed his face away from mine. His laughter rung through the air, and the other angels at the training ground smiled at the sound. I, on the other hand, was not affected by it.
"C'mon sis, lighten up a little! Y'know, one day, I've got to take you down to Earth; have you experience how much fun it is. Maybe then you'll loosen up."
I huffed and crossed my arms in agitation.
"Gabriel-"
"Gabe."
I blinked at him twice before rolling my eyes and drawling "Yes. Gabe. As I was saying, you know I am forbidden from going to Earth, unless I'm on a mission from Father."
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𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑𝖘 𝖈𝖗𝖞 "𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖞"
Fantasya human enlists the help of four powerful angels to help her defeat the devil or in which two seraphim, a cherubim, and an Archangel find themselves in an unorthodox situation . . . p.s: i find some of my inspiration for certain characters from the...