After you leave Earth...you go somewhere else...
But where...is entirely upto you...

Sometimes, if capable you go to "Heaven"
Said to be the place of hearts individual content...

To reserve a spot...your soul has to reach certain requirements...
Even when finally there, you can be removed...
The Creator of our "Heaven" doesnt just let you "go," though...

Theres a mirror,
A mirror for fallen angels...
As soon as you become impure, you walk through this mirror that erases you entirely from existance...

Some say, certain people are capable of escaping this...
Some strike deals with the Creators enemy and escape the mirror,
Bound to a life of Slavery, Servitude, and Immortality...

Which is better though?
To live as a Slave Forever or live Free without Conciousness...?

Some can't answer until they make the decision...

If you are an "Angel" you sometimes serve in different ways...
Be it invisible from human sight with other "Angels" or in a human form on Earth...

Not all "Angels" have White Wings and wear white flowing dresses...
"Angels" are originally naked actually...As Adam and Eve were.
(But please do take advantage of clothing...)

Some "Angels" even have gifts over elements powered by the wills of Soul...
As the belief in our Creator sometimes is compared to an eternal fluorescent flame.

Knowledge of "Angels" is as endless as of "Demons".
Who is to say every "Demon" belongs there...?
Some are just tainted and lost sight of their path, and were not quick enough to regain the sight...

My brother too was this way...

I sat up on a cloud my Raven purple wings catching the sun.

To be sane is to be insane, as it is impossible to be entirely sane...
As here, being perfect, is also imperfect...

How do you live in a perfect world where nothing is wrong?
We were brought to believe things must go wrong sometimes...
I want it to go wrong, so that things can feel right...

My once purple wings turned back to white as they caught too much sun...
We lived the stereotypes...

The Creator knew everything...
Everything we've done and will do...
Every thought before we thought it...

I had to keep my thoughts simple...
I couldn't have thoughts tainted with impurity or else I wouldn't be qualified for heaven...

Even the weather was "Perfect"
A cold breeze with clear skies, a little sun, but not overwhelming...
But what if perfect weather to me was rain...?

I wanted to be different...so unpredictable that even the Creator wouldn't have a punishment capable of justifying my actions...
I had only been here 3 months and already I searched for escape...
Would these thoughts be what got me kicked out--?

My thought process was cut short as I heard a horn play a solemn divine note that silenced everything in the distance...All you could hear was the wind against your ears...
Someone was going through the mirror today...

I leapt from my cloud as another cloud met my feet almost automatically as I made my way to the mirror.
It's impossible to leave the clouds...

It was like any other mirror,
8 feet tall by 5 feet wide.
Framed in the finest of gold, the mirror was made of pure, polished, and refined adament...

"Angels" grouped around it as I joined the line and saw the soon to be Fallen Angel.
It was an aquaintance of mine from Earth...
What a small world...
I thought to myself as the Creators enemy emerged from clouds that tainted from pure white to pitch black.

The Enemy stood there cloaked in white (mocking the Creator), a snake hissing a welcoming hiss beside his feet as the Enemy outstretched his clawlike hand to the Fallen Angel.
Anything beside the mirror could appeal as welcoming...

Some thought that walking through the mirror was painless; While others believed it felt like being ripped apart particle by particle.

Any second now we would hear his crime...
I watched as the Fallen Angel glanced between his two decisions, his eyes somewhat settled on the mirror.
No one spoke a word.
No one was able to taint his judgement of the two choices.

These "Angels"...how could they watch something like this...?
Was it because I was so new to "Angel"-like ways that I had not adapted to the sight of this yet?

"The crime..." a voice not female nor male spoke mysteriously from behind, no one was in view to be identified as the source of speech.
"Thoughts of Wrath against a fellow one..."

"........................................................."

What?! Thoughts?!! He didn't do anything!!
Is it not best to think upon cruel intensions rather than to act upon them!!?

"NO!! STOP!! He doesn't deserve this!!" I outbursted as the line of "Angels" slowly turned to look at me.
The Fallen Angel took one step towards the mirror.
I leapt from my cloud, gliding to him, but my face met with an invisible wall as I fell back on a cloud.

"Let him go!! This is falsehood! A crime against human nature!! No! A crime against your so-called purity!!" My scream was directed to the Creator.

I felt as the Enemy looked up at me with a charming smirk.
I looked at the Fallen Angel who couldn't hear me and took another shamed step towards the mirror with his head down.

A foot had positioned itself between my shoulder blades and kicked right between my wings as I felt myself fall.

A cloud would catch me...
Any second now...
A cloud...
Where was my cloud?!

I looked up at the Fallen Angel...
In irony, I was the real Fallen Angel at this point...

I reached up to him...
Things felt right for me now as they were going horribly wrong with rapid speed...
He had a small smile on his face, a smile of hope,
He disappeared before me as he walked through the mirror.

I felt myself falling towards Earth from the clouds...
Falling faster as my wings wrapped around me catching fire as I entered Earths atmosphere...

I continued to plummet as I hit the ground shielded by my wings; a crater forming below me as my wingspan of 6 feet stretched out and my wings disappeared in a flash of light, sending my feathers in different areas of this planet.

One feather lay there, white with purple edges in the palm of my hand as it disappeared, but I felt its familiar prescence within me...

I am Anette...
The Fallen Angel who defeated the 2 given options of the Creator with a perfect insanity.

Now...from here...where I go, is entirely upto me...

The only possible entry to the gates of heaven is to die or to have wings...
I have to get my feathers back and destroy that mirror...
And then find the entry to Hells Flames to save my brother from his injustice as well...

* he left his money on the table and headed out. He wasn't hungry anymore. He crossed the street half wishing he would be hit by a car , bus , or something.
Yet again nothing bad ever happens to me , but people around me keep getting hurt. Maybe in the park i'll have some more luck in trying to ...........
His thought trailed off he didn't even know if that's what he wanted. He wanted to just be free of this. Be with his family. But then again if he did do "that" he wouldn't meet with them. But he was "cursed" so to say. *
Water , water , everywhere.......... yet not a single drop to drink....
* he picked up a rock a flung it across the lake , he felt something tap his shoulder but he ignored it as he kept skipping rocks across the lake.*

Anette sat up slowly and looked down at her hands that were once invisible and became human like again.
"This should be interesting..." she looked down at an amulet around her neck.
She didn't have enough feathers to be immortal anymore.

Her white dress trailed along the grass as she wandered around with her silky purple hair swaying with each step.
How do I find the feathers...?

A small mutated creature wandered around with something shining in its mouth as it was digging a whole.
"Wha...? Umm...excuse me, did you see that?" Anette asked someone sitting on a park bench.
She waved her hand in front of their face.

"Helloooo~?" she gave up and sighed.
They can't see me...

"Come back here you beast!" she ran upto it and tripped on her dress; landing ontop of the creature, seeing it had one of her feathers.
"Hey! Give me that!" she saw the whole it was digging had opened a small part of another dimension.

* Raiden nearly jumped hearing someone yell .
What in the name of ? Ok am i on like punk ? Some girl is chaseing at this dog like things and she is in a white dress in the park .
He looked around no one was helping her , but well . She looked crazy trying to get something from that dog thingy . He walked over to her .
One last act of kindness might not hurt before i go off into whatever it is i had to do .....
HE stopped in front of the dog thing and picked it up with his right hand. Little did he know his black tattoo grew larger encompassing both his arms from palm to palm. The creature just seem to embrace his touch .
Weird.... usually animals hate me ....
As soon as he brought it to his chest it bite down , he held it out away . Cursing slightly and it just nuzzled his arm.
W/e this has been a weird day this ... this this ... PAnda Demonic puppy thingy! bite me . It ripped my second favorite shirt.*
Miss...... ter......... esss........
* he eyed her he was confused but decided to keep with the female calling*
Found your puppy thing....y mi mordio . I thought it be nice to help someone out before going off

Anette's vacant blue eyes looked into yours.
"You...You can see me...?" she blinked twice in confusion.

Her eyes gazed over the creature. It was a demon.
"Umm...that...'doggy' you've got there has something of mine..." she pointed to its mouth, as a purple feather stuck out.

"Think you can get it out for me...?"

How can he just hold it like that...?

"Really...? Wow, thanks!" Anette took the feather from you and absorbed it as she walked over to the lake cautiously.

Why would they scatter so many in the same area...?

Little did she know she started a small rebellion in the clouds.
Other "Angels" she knew were making their way to Earth; being banished.
Losing their wings.

A strong aura was being given off by the lake.
Something was in it...
Surely another demon...

Who was sending all of them out here...?

The Demon dog stood behind her as she turned around and threw a small seal that attached to its forehead and caught fire.
The dog screamed as a human appeared in its place.

"What the...?"

It was the Fallen Angel from earlier who walked through the mirror.
Anette kneeled beside him.

"H-How..." she stuttered.
He was supposed to be erased...not reincarnated into a demon form...

Was it all a trick...?

Anette heard a loud growl coming from under the water of the lake.

* Raiden jumped and turned and saw a human with the weird girl.
Ok...... that's cool. This seems really intresting. But i don't feel well . But my strength seems to be coming again.
He looked down at his hand. the tattoo swiveled around more . It seem to grow as he held it closer to the lake. *
Yo Lady your weird enough. Explain this tattoo thing to me . it seems to move on it's own. I don't know much about tattoo's but i don't think they should move.
* He looked at the new person . *
Yo...

The Fallen Angel from before bursted into feathers and disappeared as the feathers turned into ashes.

Anette looked at the pile of ashes then at you and your tattoo.
"What...what are you...?"
The ground started to shake with gradual time.

Me ? What am i ? Good question. I say a cynical romantic who has the worst luck ever. But then again what are you ? You seem different and weird.
* he smiled he felt better for some reason , he felt as a large weight has been lifted off his back*
What happened to your friend ? Why did he go poof ?
* this seemed interesting he looked around and saw people not even caring about what just transpired. *

"You saw him...?"
Anette shook her head.
"He's a magician! Tada! And I'm an Alien!"

Anette looked at the water as it formed a pillar in the sky and rained down as all the humans were frozen in time.

"Oh boy..."

A large water serpent appeared from the lake and swooped up a human in its mouth and swallowed it.
In the human world, it appeared that the human had drowned.

What's with humans these days...? Are they all on crack or something...?

She facepalms herself as she pushes the boy back and draws a seal saying a small chant as she leaps and throws it, landing on the snakes throat as a thin outline of where her wings used to be shows the two lone feathers she collected so far.

Anette blows from her hand, as if blowing a kiss as a flame strikes the seal and it sparks coiling the flame around the snakes neck and explodes, the head landing on the human boys lap.

Between the fangs is another of her feathers, tainted black as the rest of the feather remains white.

She touches it and receives a static like feeling.
"Ouch~! What the...?" a small barrier appears around her feather as two heads sprout from the water serpents throat while she continues observing the feather.

"Gimme' my feather you silly barrier thingy...!"

Apparently , you can't touch those little feathers of yours. Btw your little spell just made him angry. I'll take care of this Just get out of here.
* He bent down and pick up the feather with his right hand as he tattoo swelled up to both his hands again. He stuff the feather into his pocket. Before walking around the hydra.
So in greek myth he had to seal the heads with fire. No fire , but their lights around . This seems interesting.
He picked up a rock and threw it into the hydra. Drawing his attention towards him.*
Girl , just move out the way. I'll be able to take this. This seems to be really interesting. I have just planned out his death .
* his eyes sparkled just like when he aced a test. He his tattoo seemed to give off a sinister yet pure aura. He grinned as he kept his hands in his pockets as he formulated the plan*

Anette stood back watching the human boy.
"My feather..." she stared at your pocket focused on one thing only entirely oblivious of the Hydra.

Both of the hydras heads swooped in from both sides of you as their jaws dropped to swallow you.

* He grinned , and at the last second jumped his leg getting caught in the fangs as he received a major gash , without flinching he ran along the neck of the Hydra.
Damn i messed up , whatever i need her to slice the heads off ...
He stooped near the Street Lamp as he kicked the base, revealing the wires. He took them out and started messing with them*
Girl can you do your little magic trick again it be very helpful if you can take off those heads again. Please and thank you.
* his leg kept pouring out blood as he separated enough wire to allow him to complete his plan. He felt a rush of enegery as he blinked.
This won't work . Your just a boy , you need more power if you even think of banishing this demon.
Hey .... Ummm me ? Or darker me , whatever i thought this out. This will work , and she can have her feather and go.
Silly Little boy , you have me in your body. Yet you don't use me , you seem useful so i unleash my craving to feed on souls on those around you, Instead of you. Be happy or not you should have been killing demons and making me stronger.
Like hell i will , If anything you got to make me stronger. I'm not letting this little lizard hydra thing kill me here. If you want anything at all . Help me out here
He shook his head and blinked he was getting woozy , he looked up at the hydra as he reared it's head and turned around to face me. It roared it's fangs out stretched poised to strike and kill.
If i die, you die. So better be ready for a painful death. IF anything you should at least teach me what you are!
He stood letting the wires crackle*

Anette hated how she had to use seals to use elemental powers, but she just needed to deal with it until she got enough of her feathers back.
She wasn't quite sure what the human boy was up to but the Hydra had one of her feathers, which kept her attached to this battle if she ever wanted to be a full fledged "Angel" again.

"Alrighty," she looked down as she had only two more written seals.
"Make this shot count kid!" she called out as she threw her last seals, and guided them on the wind as she blew a kiss and it attached to the Hydras throats once more sending a coil of fire around its necks. Exploding and sending its two heads flying.

* he grinned , as the rolled off he pulled the wires running to the hydra as he jammed them down the gaping hole as he kicked of the hydra. The current running through the wries sent smoke up. As it seared the wounds shut.
Now i have blood on me . Well , well time to give her the feather
Reaching into his pocket he took out the feather as he looked it over. His hands were covered in swirls by the black tattoo now as he tapped the hydra's lifeless body.
Finally silly boy , i get to have my fill of demon souls.
What do you mean ?
The hydra's body turned to ash as the soul floated into my palm. My wound healing , i looked at myself as held the feather out stretched*
Hmmmm weird.... But ... I won't complain about it . But yeah why is this thing so important to you ?

Anette was impressed.
Wow...a human did that...Well...Somewhat human anyway...

"Lets just say...I have a feather fetish." she giggled softly inside, but tried to keep a serious expression as she took the feather from you cautiously expecting to be shocked.

The Feather...it had a barrier set because of the Hydra...but once it was defeated...the barrier went done...interesting...I guess finding my feathers won't be a simple easter egg hunt like I hoped...sigh...

The feather disappeared in an orb of light only visible to Anette as her soul absorbed it and she took a deep relaxed breath.
"Mm...that feels so good..."
She felt her body regain another one of her "Angel" skills.

The sun was setting from over one of the towns mountains turning the clouds in the sky a pumpkin orange with pink rays.
"It's getting late, surely you must have a curfew. You should be getting home. The weird people come out at night." She turned away from you. "Take care~! And thanks!" Anette waved back at him as she ran down the walkways path, her long white dress causing her to stumble occasionally, as in addition, she did not have shoes on.

* he laughed and looked at his hands. He was getting weird ... er ? but still he shook his head. He had no where to go. He sighed maybe he can find out about this tattoo of his. He walked along the site of the battle
Well i wish the best of luck on her feather fetish , weird. Maybe she is ticklish ?
Thank you for that tasty soul , as a reward i'll let you know some details about me.
He stopped this was a first , he never really talked with him till now. But intresting , He made his way to the library so he wouldnt look crazy looking into his palm. He sat down , and started to think again.
Alright then what is it , What can i know about you ?
I feel gracious i didn't have to starve again so the first question you think off i will answer.
Ummm ok then so Ah what about the hea~
The girl isn't human so to spea~
Hey, you cut me oh .... umm Continue
She did drift into his mind but still ....
She is like you but differnt. You could only see her because of me . She is Special like you . If anything she is your polar opposite on the good and evil spectrum.You see , I'm a demon. Very powerful one if i say myself. We made a contract when you put blood on the symbol in the book. She i don't know actually what she is , but she made my skin crawl. So she is inherently really good . Maybe a saint or a angel. I wouldn't know.
So am i a demon ? Does that mean , i can't die now or what?
You calm about the demon thing .... But No you can die. Or we can die.
Hey , it's a dream to have some super powers. But the feather why couldn't she touch it before the hydra died.
A force field preventing those of pure hearts to touch it . You could only touch it because you grabbed it when i had covered your hand in my power.
So How do i use you properly ?
I don't know , your a smart kid figure it out. I'm getting sleepy try not to die .
Hey don't go just like that !........
He sighed . He learned alot from that talk. Still A demon inside of him. No wonder animals hated him. Still it explained alot. Well if he was going to keep living, well he had a good reason to live now anyway, He needed to learn how to control this demon and manifest it's power. So far he did it automatically during times of emotion and near the saintly girl and her weird pets.
I'll test out these theories later on. For now i need to brush up on some combat , and ancient text.
He stood u pand gather books checking them out as he left the library. at least he needed to know how to fight for now.*

Anette had begun to walk as she was exiting the gates of the park.
"Huh...?" she looked around from building to building, and street to street...
Where have all the trees gone?

A car zoomed by her as she stood on the curb of the sidewalk.
"AHH!!" she screamed and jumped back, her eyes dilating as all the flashing lights and noises were too much to bare. She ran down the sidewalk, crossing the street, a hair away from getting hit by a gasoline truck as she made her way down an alleyway where she planted herself against the wall.

E-Everything...is so...different...
This could not have all just happened in 3 months...

Anette panted softly as she gazed left and right, feeling paranoid as she still heard the liveliness of the city life around the corner.
Just then, something fell from the sky, landing on her lap.

She turned it over, seeing a hand print of blood that slowly began to fade in front of her eyes as a feather landed on the book as well.

Are you deceitful creatures watching over me...?
You must enjoy Cat and Mouse...
For now...you're simply giving me the opportunity to entertain you with my efforts...
Yet, you have no idea what's at hand...

Anette looked up at the sky with a small sigh...

Theres so much to solve...
I didn't know this much was hidden from me...
Or, set out for me to uncover rather...
But once I know the truth...
Will I long for the shelter of not knowing...?
The warm blanket on my shoulders...the blanket that once made me naive?

No, to not know...my mind will yearn to know...
And if I do not satisfy or quench my curiosity...
My mind will simply satisfy itself with thoughts that, in turn,
Could out-do the cruelty of the truth all on it's own...

* Raiden made his way down the streets himself immerse in the text of his so called studies. He was reading books about books that were burned long ago. SOme about fighting and the differnt components of it . He was dwelling into the past , if what his "Black Tattoo" Said was true at all. He needed to know the past so that it wouldn't repeat itself.
This is all just techniques and differnt things to deal with fighting , this will be of no use to me if i can''t apply it.
Or if you die
He kept walking switching from book to book on the fly. He moved around as a small feather landed between his book.
Becarefull *

Anette looked up suddenly from her journal as she heard the jingle of a divine bell and a pulsating feeling in her hands.
"A feather...it's...close..." She stood up instantly as she walked to the corner of the alley, peeking on the sidewall as she jolted from seeing the cars.

Anette thought that cars drove where they wanted, she didn't know they drove on streets.
"I-I have no...idea how to get around..." she put her hand to her forehead as she tried to think something out; hearing the divine bell again, she followed the sound nervously.