another story idea

[kikistrike20]

ok, basically this is a story about angels and demons. it's several generations later and only the highest of the original ones are still around. but the angels still hate the demons for who they are, even though not all of them are evil and send them to a government testing facility called the Institute. In the Institute there's a teenage demon named Angel (revel in the irony). She and her adopted 'family', a bunch of other imprisoned demons escape together. They go on a journey to Heaven, to find answers. The group consists of Angel, her co -leader/ strategist/ true love Daniel; the sullen, cynic but protective Kamryn, sensitive dainty Delia, and silent sollem Caleb. I have some written. If you would like to read it let me know and ill either email it or post it on here.

[Holly]

sounds cool! I'd love to read it

[warriorgal]

samers!

[kikistrike20]

I'll post it soon as i can access it from my old computer.

[kikistrike20]

So, in this scene Angel and the gang are on their way to heaven to get answers about their respective pasts and other such things i have yet to work out. Anyways, they're about to enter the portal to heaven, which is in the foot of these mountains. In case youre wondering, Michael is an archangel who was there when fifteen years earlier, Angel's mom had journeyed to heaven and died there, relinquishing her newborn daughter to Michael and the angel's there. So here it is:
The group soon reached the foot of the mountains. Angel stopped the others. “This is it. We’re about to enter the portal to Heaven.”
“Not quite yet,” said a voice as a figure stepped out of the shadows and into the light. He was tall, with pale blond hair and eyes that burned with scorn and righteous fury. A pair of golden feathered wings spread out from his back.
Though Angel had never seen one before, she knew what he was, what he had to be; an angel. There was no other way to explain the brilliant light that rolled off of him in waves. “Who are you?” she demanded, trying to sound braver than she felt.
“I am the Archangel Michael,” the man introduced himself.
“Michael?” Angel squinted her eyes shut, trying to remember where she had heard the name. A second later, realization dawned on her. “You were there when my mother gave me up. You’re the one who-“
“Made the mistake of not killing you then,” he cut in. “But God has given me a second chance. And I don’t intend to make the same mistake twice.”
“What did I ever do to you to make you want to kill me?” Angel demanded. “What did I do that was so wrong?”
“Do?” he shrieked, beautiful features contorted in a rage that somehow seemed better suited to him than the tranquil peace usually associated with angels. “What did you do? You lived. You breathed. You polluted the earth with your filth. Your very presence is an offense. You and all you kind are a plague, seeking nothing but to destroy. The other beings are too young to know, but I’m an Ancient One. I was there during the Great Battle. I saw the horror and destruction your kind wreaked in your rebellious ways.”
Angel stared into that cruel, twisted face, and knew what he was seeing, that he was remembering those days. Those had been the days when the sky had been thrown into darkness as the two sides, angels and demons, had marched to meet each other, called on to fight against their brethren. And, for the first time, Angel felt true sympathy for this creature that hated her for something that had happened, for what he had to see and do. But she was not the fallen angel who had waged war against God. Nor was her family. They were just trying to live. “You may have been there, but I was not. I’m not the one that murdered your brothers and sisters around you on the battlefield. I wasn’t even born yet. I’m not the evil you’re fighting. And neither are they.” Angel motioned to her brothers and sisters around her. “We are innocents.”
“Innocents,” sneered Michael, his perfect mouth twisting the words. “There are no innocents in a war. Not among angels or demons, and certainly not you.”
“You’re not innocent either. You call me evil, but you were at that battle as much as the devil himself. You’ve killed too. You’ve sent hundreds of thousands of my people to be exploited and studied and tortured in the Institute. You refused to help my mother. You’ve threatened my family. How can you stand here and tell me that you are more worthy than me, because you work for the Holy One?”
“Do not dare speak of God to me,” Michael hissed, bringing his face close to hers. “What do you know of God?” His fist hit Angel in the stomach and she was down before she knew what had happened. She could feel her brothers and sisters around her, moving to her defense.
“Stop them,” commanded Michael to the other angels, as if the children were just pesky flies to be dealt with, and the angels attacked. Though they fought valiantly, Angel’s family was no match for the battle trained angels, who soon had them pinned in a variety of different ways. It took three of them to subdue Kamryn, and, Angel couldn’t help noticing with a wry sort of pleasure, Daniel was the last to go down. But the angry beings didn’t stop there. They began beating their helpless captives, punching and kicking and scraping.
“No,” Angel said to Michael, standing up to face the archangel. “Don’t hurt them.”
“If I were you,” he responded, “I would be less concerned about them and more concerned about myself.” With that, he slapped her across the face. Angel went down, tumbling backwards. Before she could do anything, Michael followed up the attack with a kick to her ribs. Angel gripped her sides, struggling to both speak and breathe around the pain. “Hurt me, not them,” she gasped between clenched teeth. “Whatever it is I did, don’t punish them.”
“It’s not about you, girl,” Michael said, lowering his face to look into hers. “It’s about the war. You are all guilty.” He punctuated this statement with another kick, this time to Angel’s face.
Angel knew there would be no use in trying to convince him, but she couldn’t help it. That was her family, being beaten by the angels. She kept crying out, pleading. “No, don’t. Please don’t. Don’t hurt them. Please. Don-” her words were cut off by a cry of pain as she was lifted off of the ground by her long hair. She didn’t have time to brace herself before her arm was twisted behind her and she was shoved face first into the ground.
“That is enough,” Michael called out to his followers. “Take them.” Angel forced herself to look as they dragged her family away. The only one still conscious was Daniel. As he was dragged up by his arms, he tried to stagger towards her. Angel wanted nothing more than to run to him and let him cover her in his embrace, to just let the world fade away and to cry into his chest, the way she had that night under the overpass. That was the first time, she thought now, that she had realized she loved him.
But now Michael’s foot was pressed firmly into her back and Daniel was being pulled away. Angel spared him one last longing glance before turning her head to look at her captor. Michael stood over her, looking down at her, and every bit the avenging angel. The words stuck out in Angel’s mind and she was reminded of the words that she had heard. ‘his fierce eyes would flash, and he would look at me, as strong and beautiful as an avenging angel.’ That was the description she had been given of-
“My father,” she croaked. “You’re my father.” But, though he surely heard her, Michael didn’t reply. Instead, he reached down and pressed his firm fingers into a point on her neck. Almost immediately, Angel was plunged into darkness.

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oh, and i hope to actually write and publish this, so please don't steal anything, including writing and story plots. Thanks.