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Then, there is an ancient theory that angels and demons are sent to wage everlasting war against each other over human souls, with the intentions of winning those souls over to their side. Angels and demons all have the ability to influence humans indirectly, but the human chooses who holds their sway over them by their own accord. Some say that one angel and one demon are responsible for one human soul at a time. Damian, the demon that has been speaking with Dahlia, has had a tight hold on her because of her failing faith and doubt. The angel that Dahlia finds is to become the angel that defeats this demon and thus become her guardian. The angel learns that the girl’s destiny has become entwined with his own. Little do they know, Dahlia is not the only one with the ability to see beings not of this earth.
Dahlia’s best friend can see demons too, and he has another secret much darker than that. Her friend’s demon is that very monster who lead Dahlia’s new Guardian to fall, and he plans on turning the young man against his enemy and unleash Hell on Earth. Her friend has allied himself with the forces of evil, and has chosen to embrace the demon’s companionship and disregard his own Guardian. His now former Guardian has chose to give up on him, and is nothing but ashamed of their failure.
Now sided with his demon, Dahlia’s traitorous friend-turned-antagonist attempts to rid the world of Guardians. His Guardian must be found and awakened, so that maybe they can save Dahlia’s friend and the world. If Dahlia’s Guardian succeeds, he will ultimately return to heaven and Dahlia’s soul will be saved.
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He sat up slowly, taking deep breaths, trying to relax, but the pain was too intense and he knew exactly what was causing the pain, his wings. The span of his wings were easily twenty five and he tried hard to stretch them, but they wouldn’t budge, he didn’t want to believe his wings were broken, unusable. At this point the pain subsided as a new feeling filled every inch of his body, rage. He stood and although he knew it wasn’t possible he tried to fly, one failed attempt after another. His breathing was heavy and his body was growing weaker with every attempt. He froze when he heard a voice, it was familiar and yet at this very moment he would give anything to be back sitting next to the being that voice belonged to.
“My child, you have fallen from grace and for that you were cast from heaven. You must find your salvation, if you wish to return.” The voice was powerful and that of god.
“You can’t do this to me, It was not my fault!” He screamed angrily, though no reply can. He knew it was his fault he had let that demon poison his mind for so long, he had made his bed, now he had to lay in it. He fell to his knees, his body n longer able to stand. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath trying to clear his thoughts. “You must find your salvation if you wish to return.” He repeated to himself under his breath. “What the hell is that supposed to mean.” He frowned irritated as he sat down leaning against on of the large trees. “Could have at least given me a shirt ass hole.” He yelled to the emptiness of the forest as he looked down at his bare torso. He let his held fall back hard against the trunk of the tree as he tried to ignore the horrendous pain in his back from his wings. He closed his eyes, hoping, wishing this was just some really fucked up dream.
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Dahlia gave a short whistle and briefly paused as she waited for her dog to catch up after checking out a rotten log that it apparently took great interest to. “Come on Thor, let’s get going,” the girl said, and continued her stroll once her companion padded obediently to her side. The dog’s tongue lolled out of its mouth as it walked just a couple yards ahead of his master.
The girl zipped up her jacket the rest of the way as the wind picked up into a breeze, brushing strands of dark brown hair out of her face. The forest was still alive with the birds who remained behind to withstand the upcoming winter months. Their distant calls combined with the gentle hiss of shuffling leaves in the wind, was almost enough to make her want to curl up somewhere and take a nap. The sounds of the forest, the trees, the animals; all of it made her feel at home and content. It used to at least. Ever since her father had passed, it had lost its welcoming atmosphere and the place felt strange to her. Many times, she had walked this forest alongside her father just talking about various things that had been troubling her. Now not even a ghost walked by her. Thor was good company, yes, but it was just not the same. This journey though the her former wooden sanctuary was the first that she had made in two years since his death.
She would go out to a particular spot in the forest that seemed like an ideal place for clearing her head before her father's tragic accident. When it felt like her consciousness was about to overflow with thought, or on her bad days when things got too chaotic back at home, she would come here. Usually she went here to sort out her thoughts, but now she supposed it was for a sense of closure.
She could have sworn she felt the temperature drop, so she pressed on and picked up the pace so that she would be able to at least see the spot she had in mind. The pond would not yet freeze over until the second or third week of December, and it was currently early November, right after Halloween. It was surrounded by a ring of massive Douglas Fir trees that , with an occasional maple tree here and there. In the center of it stood two ancient oak trees with colossal trunks that stood like sentinels watching over the clearing in which they were posted. Their roots were gnarled and tangled, forming a natural seat at the base of each tree that was perfect for somebody to sit on. Their leaves would be a completely different color than their usual green by now, or at least almost there, and the grass would still be gilt from the summer. The stream branched off into a much smaller one which fed the pond and ran along the right half of the clearing.
There was a distant rumble of thunder that carried on for several seconds. She could already tell that they were in for quite the storm, and by the looks of it, it would be starting very soon. She didn’t mind a walk in the rain, but she wasn’t exactly willing to get soaked to the bone while running through a thunder and lightning storm.
“Almost there,” she muttered under her breath, urging herself to keep moving. Once she got there, she told herself, she would return home. Thor walked alongside her, happy as can be. Just then, her eyes darted upwards when she saw a tremendous flash of lightning that illuminated the clouds. The white light appeared to take up the entire span of the sky for a second, and she had blinked to shield her eyes because of how intensely bright it was. Her heart sped up for a few seconds, beating furiously with excitement and faint traces of fear until it returned to its normal speed. Lightning like that tended to make her nervous, especially with how close it was, but she convinced herself that she was just being a coward so that she wouldn’t chicken out when she was so close to where she was going. She would just run home if she had to, and Thor would have no problem with doing the same. At last, after about another five minutes worth of time, she had arrived at her destination.
“Phew…made it,” Dahlia said, half smiling at her dog.
She scratched behind the husky’s ears and ran a hand over his silky black and white fur. She settled herself down upon one of the roots to one of the oak trees and watched as he began to wander off a few feet away, nose to the ground as he began to explore with the energy of a puppy. A few minutes later, however, she felt something cold splat against the top of her head. It was a fat rain drop that was gradually followed by several others, than several more, until finally they were caught up in a heavy rain.
She gave a sigh of dismay, and pulled the hood to her jacket up over her head. Despite the fact that she was beneath the broad leaves of the oaks, her clothes still became damp from the water, and she knew it was time for her and Thor to leave before the weather got too ugly.
“Alright Thor, time to go,” she called out, but then she saw that the dog had fixated his attention elsewhere. The dog stood up tall and straight, legs and tail stiff with ears perked. His icy blue eyes stared ahead, and he gave a soft growl. Dahlia froze for a moment, wondering whether or not she should check out what exactly her dog was looking at. He was acting like a dog who sensed danger or something it was uncertain about. She sat and contemplated for a moment, and her curiosity ended up winning her over. Hoping that it wasn’t a dangerous animal of some sort, she cautiously tread over to stand at the dog’s side. She followed Thor’s stare, but saw absolutely nothing but trees and underbrush. There was only the sounds of the pounding rain, the wind, and the gentle trickling of the little stream nearby. Shivering a bit, she began to turn around. “Come on, Thor,” she said sternly, but the dog did not budge and instead remained as still as a statue. Her brows furrowed as she glowered over at him, a look that usually got him to listen to her. The only sign that he had heard her was when one of his ears gave a twitch, and that was all. The next thing she knew, Thor barked and without warning, quickly bolted off into the trees and slipped from her view.
“Hey, wait! Come back!” she shouted after him, a look of surprise crossing her face as the dog dashed between two trees and then some huckleberry bushes.
This was highly unusual of Thor to do, considering this was the first time that he had ever ignored her and merely ran off as if all of his obedience training had been forgotten. Either something was incredibly wrong or her dog was just being ridiculously noncompliant. Giving a frustrated sigh, she began her pursuit of him. She wasn’t the fastest of runners, and it didn't help that Thor was a purebred Siberian Husky either. That dog could run for hours if he wanted to without ever tiring. Dahlia leaped over fallen logs and ducked under low-hanging tree limbs, mud from the soggy forest floor accumulating on her brand new sneakers. Her mom was really going to be unhappy with her once she got home. There were a few incidences when her pant-legs were snagged upon thorns or she narrowly avoided stumbling over roots that protruded from the ground like greedy hands reaching out to her. Just as her lungs began to scream for air and her legs were starting to overwhelmingly ache, she caught a glimpse of her dog within a break of the trees up ahead. “You’re so dead when I catch you,” she thought out of her vexation, forcing herself to run until she reached the edge of clearing.
However, her foot managed to hook over a rock that jutted out of the path she had chosen to take which somehow had avoided her line of site. The earth was damp and slick, so she was unable to catch herself. She hit the ground face-first, and she had to keep herself from crying out, jarring her shoulder upon impact. She gave a groan, slowly pushing herself up into a sitting position before examining herself with watery eyes. She looked down to see that she was caked in a thin layer of mud and pine needles as well as leaves. Judging by the throbbing in her knee and the pain she felt on the parts of her body that she had landed on, she could tell she would be black and blue in some places for the next few days and her knee was going to be extremely sore.
After a few moments of sitting right were she was so that she could at least partially recover from her little rendezvous with the ground and remembering why she had tripped in the first place, she got to her feet and glared around the clearing while rubbing her injured shoulder. The rain started to come down furiously now, the wind slanting it at a terrific incline. Thor was nowhere to be seen, and it was getting later and darker. The storm, she suspected, had only just begun too. She spent some time ambling around, following her dog’s tracks imprinted in the soft mud. Right as she thought that the dog was long gone as well as her hopes of finding him, her ears picked up the sound of a recognizable bark above the dull roar of the weather.
“Thor!” she cried, hurrying off in the direction she had heard it come from, doing her best to ignore the pain that it caused her. She couldn’t tell if she was angry or happy to see him again. The wind howled in her ears like a savage wolf, and the wind whipped her hair against her face as she sprinted over. She was about to throw her arms around the canine’s neck in cheerful reunion, but then she noticed that he stared intently ahead of him, just as he had done earlier before she had to chase after him. He gave a low whine, the tip of his tail swaying. “Look, I don’t get what your problem is Thor, but we need to…” Her voice trailed off when something about the nearby brush caught her eye.
Quite a bit of the undergrowth had been flattened. Twigs had been broken in various places or bent off to the side as if somebody had tried to break them but was too lazy to snap them completely. It was as if a bear had gone on a raging rampage through the forest, but the width of the path that had been disturbed was bigger than that of a bear. As if that was bizarre enough, there were also huge dark feathers the color of damp ashes that had been scattered everywhere, like somebody had taken a basket of them and dumped them all around the grove of damaged trees. The wind only helped to disperse them even further. Whatever it was had gone through quite the rough landing. She found her pulse quickening as her eyes went further and further down the path of impact, and her curiosity was already tugging at her heartstrings. Part of her told her to go home and check it out the next day, but another urged her to investigate.
She decided to keep going, even though her clothes were now water-logged and her husky looked like a giant drowned rat. Thor was closely following at her side protectively. The woods around her all of a sudden began to take on an eerie feel to it, and she felt like she normally did whenever she went to visit a cemetery closer to the hours of dusk. There was a certain quality about this place that made it feel rather gloomy. It was almost like she was breathing in a melancholic air, and this stranger part of the forest began to feel solely desolate. It was an ominous, unnerving sensation, and she almost stopped herself in her tracks to listen to the voice that told her to head back, but her inquisitive self pressed her to continue. She presumed she was getting closer to the end of the ‘path’ when she saw loose clots of dirt settled on top of the mud. The thing that fell had to have been colossal to have had such an effect like it did, regardless of the height that it happened to fall from. She would be amazed if the thing wasn’t injured in some way, that is, if the thing was still alive from the shock of the impact.
Then she came to a few small, shaggy pine trees that stood almost in a circle, and she stopped at the edge of them as if anticipating something either extravagantly grand or brilliantly horrifying beyond the drooping branches. She could have sworn that she heard the quiet shuffling of wet feathers mixed in with the sound of water, and she knew she was about to find out what it was that had fallen from the sky. She stared forward at the branches she now clutched in her pruned hands as she prepared to part them so that she could step through, skin pale from being exposed to the chilly temperatures of fall. She took a deep breath, and then braced herself for whatever discovery she was about to make as she parted the branches.
When she lifted her gaze from the ground, her eyes practically bulged out of her skull as she stood in complete and utter astonishment. Her pulse quickened again, and she had to blink a few times to reassure herself that she wasn't seeing things. There before her, with a pair of heaving shoulders that bore tattered ash-colored wings with black tips draped limply against the soggy ground in the very core of the the clearing, was something she never thought that she would ever see throughout the course of her lifetime. Right before her very eyes, was something she would never dream of seeing. Here, close enough for her to touch as it wept for some tragedy, was an angel. From the looks of it, he had just fallen.
She could tell that he was hurt and stricken by sorrow. Instantly she felt sympathy as soon as she had set eyes on him. It was a pitiful sight, to see what had probably been a glorious creature now in a state of severe remorse and affliction. Warily, she took a couple steps towards him. She was almost afraid to approach him, not sure if he necessarily would want to be bothered at the moment. She just could not bring herself to walk away. Impulsively, she went to reach out and lightly touch his shoulder to get attention. "Are you alright?" she asked, voice soft and timid, but then she instantly felt stupid for asking a question she already knew the answer to.
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The barking seemed to start to get closer, great, he thought to himself as he tried to not think about it hopefully the dog wouldn’t sense him but who was he kidding, an angel was not something you saw every day and not something a dog sensed every day. He frowned at the thought that the dog was probably hot on his trail and he couldn’t even get up. The he saw the do through the branches of the tree, then he saw her and it was a weird indescribable feeling. She was beautiful, she was incredibly perfect. But, she was human and no matter how beautiful she was they were all cold hearted and selfish.
His blue eyes were darker than normal and then she asked if he was okay, something came over him. He glared at her. “What do you think, you look like you’re a smart girl does it look like I’m okay, why don’t you take your annoying ass dog and get the fuck out of here.” His tone was harsh, but he needed it to be, he had already messed up his own life, even if it wasn’t a human life. He didn’t want to mess up hers. “GO!” he yelled.
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Now covered in pines, leaves, and even more dirt, the girl got to her feet. She was almost at a loss for words after he had spoke to her the way he did. She stood there not knowing what to do. Despite the force in which he demanded her to leave, for some reason she could not. This was a fallen angel of all things, and she knew that whatever he did to be thrown out of heaven was something so severe that he was condemned to earth. Normally fallen angels were instantly sentenced damnation to hell, which she found odd because this angel was only cast into the realm of humanity.
"I-I'm sorry..." she said, her voice meager and her gaze wavering beneath his as she failed to look him directly in the eyes. "I just...didn't know what to say. I mean, you wouldn't either if you were in my shoes.." She cringed at her smartass tendencies sometimes, and this situation was not a time to make smart-mouthed comments. Then her eyes went to his wings and she gave a frown. His wings, which she assumed were once glorious and something to marvel at, were covered in dirt and one of them looked like it had a gash from the fall. He looked like a total wreck, covered with smears of mud and miserable with emotion. Yet, he still was inhumanly handsome in appearance just as she had imagined angels to be.
"I can't just walk away when somebody's hurt...and frankly you're a broken mess right now."
She wrapped her arms around herself, starting to shiver in the freezing rain that was now starting to die down. The wind didn't help either, making things feel even colder than they really were. She pulled her hood up over her head to see if that would make her body feel at least a tiny bit warmer. The angel she assumed was cold as well, but probably not so cold as he was feeling mentally. She could see agony in his eyes beyond the anger, and it made her feel a gloomy sadness that she could not describe.
"Angel or not, you can't stay out here alone in these woods. Something or someone is going to find you, and you're easy pickings with what I'm assuming are now fractured wings."
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Also, I am all open for any changes in the plot. I just want to roleplay again.
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I'm all open for other ideas. Frankly, I don't know if this will succeed or not, but it was an idea that seemed great at the time that it popped into my thoughts.