Fate and the Defiant Angel (COMPLETED)

Part three- A plea

Ariel stared up at the night sky, letting her body float along the river. It was peaceful here, she enjoyed it. With a sigh Ariel slowly sat up, feeling the water stream down her back. She stared around at the peaceful lake, watching all the little boats that floated around filled with figures of a high power than her.

Ariel began her walk through the water, knowing where to go instinctively.

Fate sat reading a book in the corner of Their little office, only glancing up with Zara opened the door and stepped inside.

"Hello," They said evenly with a smile. "How are you Ariel?"

Ariel stared at Them for a long few second. "Things aren't going too well," she began slowly.

Fate smile dimmed. "Ah, that's why you've come. I thought you might have wanted to chat."

"No," Ariel said bluntly. "Do you know what's going on out there?"

It had been five human months since the twelve had decided that Ariel was no longer fit for her position and that angels needed to be more controlled. A war had broken out. Ariel had recruited her armies of angels. She built an army of those who wanted independence and freedom. Her siblings built an army of those wanting to worship Fate, with no true idea what they would be subjected to at the behest of her siblings.

Maybe she had been arrogant, but she thought all the angels would side with her. She didn't understand the power the twelve had, and the way that they could convince their angels that Fate wanted them to do this. Ariel found herself outnumbered with angels who seemed oblivious to the fact that their leaders wanted their souls removed.

She was losing. She hadn't wanted to deny it for so very long, but it was true. Her people were dying. She needed help.

Her breaking point had been Seraphina.

The glowing essence leaked out onto Ariel's hand as she cradled Seraphina's dying form in her arms. She'd been attacked making her way back from a battle. The blade had pierced through multiple times, too many for Seraphina to heal entirely.

Ariel didn't cry knowing it would show too much weakness.

"It's alright my love," Seraphina whispered through pale lips and half lidded eyes. "I will be alright."

It was a lie.

A hand was placed on Ariel's shoulder, her second in command, Alexander. "If she passes," he began slowly. "Then her soul will simply be sent down through and she'll come back."

"But she won't be the same person," Ariel hissed at him, turning her attention back to Seraphina. "She won't love me anymore, and I might not love her because she won't be her anymore. When the souls are sent down, they come back as someone else."

Then the creator had piped up, "Not if we attach her soul to a creature which soul isn't sent to the underworld."

Ariel turned to the creator, a small woman name Melina. "What?"

Melina continued, nervously twisting her hands together. "Werewolves are creatures who souls stay connected to the earth, placed in new bodies with an embodiment of a wolf attached for centuries at times. They have soulmates too. The soulmates just continue getting together after each lifetime, bound together. She would be able to remember you if we attach her soul to a werewolf, because she would never have been sent to processing in the underworld."

Ariel stared at Melina before softly saying, "Get me a Cherub and a Watcher."

Seraphina was down on earth, in the human realm. Stripped of her wings and placed down somewhere safe. She would be different, much stronger, and capable of far greater feats than any of her kind. However, Ariel had every intention of getting her after this ordeal was over, so sure that she would win.

Yet, that chance kept getting dimmer and dimmer as the war pushed at her.

"I need you to help me." It hurt Ariel to admit it, she had always seen herself as so strong and capable, but she was losing. Alexander had died last week, impaled through the heart with his wings hung and displayed as a war trophy at the council doors. Melina had been injured severely, to the point where she may not make it even with advanced healing.

She had tried to get everyone on her side possible, even reaching out to the Angel Reapers. Gerhardina had always been someone Ariel thought was an ally and could trust, but the last time they'd spoken the Reaper Ariel was informed they were changing sides. Everyone was either abandoning her or dying.

Fate stared up at her with those intense purple eyes that always had looked so empty. "You know I can't."

Ariel ran a hand through her hair. "Do you want me to die? Do you want the angel realm to be destroyed, angels to be made into slaves? Everything will be destroyed."

"Nothing is ever destroyed. Sometimes its changed and becomes different for a while, but underneath it is always the same." They turned their nose back down to their book.

Ariel looked at him incredulously. "Do you even know what's happening."

"No," they said without looking up from their book. "That's why I have you."

"What will you have when I die? You will not be able to talk to any of the angels. You will not be able to help or guide." She was angry. Ariel had spent so many years visiting this creature to update and discuss things. She had never wanted to obey but she had. She had bitten her tongue and done what They had advised. She only wanted the same respect she had shown.

They sighed. "My intention has never and shall never be to guide or order. One of the biggest mistakes humans and subsequently angels make is believing that I or another high power have all the answers. I do not, because you have all be created with your own power and beliefs. Too often when they took to the gods for guidance, they should look within themselves. I have given everything they need to grow and become better; they just need to find it themselves."

"I don't offer you help in this time because I cannot. I do not have power, Ariel. I had ideas and hopes, which I have passed onto my creations. Everything that happens is the result of decisions made by those with choices. That is the most important thing, a choice. Your enemies, the one you fight against, have made a choice which they enact. You have made your choice, and you loose because of it. It is not something that can be controlled. No one is bound by anything but their own self. It is up to them to make the right choice."

"What if they can't before it's too late?" Ariel asked softly.

Fate glanced up at her, "Then you die I suppose."