Cûstos - Moved to @Dhaimerus
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  • Reads 904
  • Votes 30
  • Parts 12
  • Time 47m
Ongoing, First published Jul 15, 2015
Mature
A light shinned upon us,  blood was poured in our mouth's. We had awaken like never before. We were called by the skys to protect the people around us . . . All started when the rummors spreaded around about the underground market wanting to get their hands on Sphiurx elixim.  It was chaos!! Angels were falling to earth. Humans began to go missing at an alarming rate. 
The responsables? 

Still unknown to this day. . . 

 Thats why is our job to get to the bottom of this. We arent angels nor demons, we are an inbetween. But we are monsters, we bring fear to people when they look in our eyes. At the same time, we are guardians. Awakened with the pure blood we will serve the skys and the people of the city.

We are gargoyles . . . we are  Nėphaelīm. 



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The Revelation

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In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.