As Angels Fall and Demons Fade
Everyone has their story. Some of them are easy and happy, but some are told through pain and suffering. So was the birth of me and my sister.
I wont pretend to know our lineage. Who our mother and father were I've next to no idea. Least none that I care to share with the world. The biggest mystery though is how me and my sister came to be as we were. As best as I can tell, one of our parents was angelic in nature, and the other was demonic. Though from what I understand the spawn of demons and angels results in fae. Sort of half breeds, as it were. Their traits varied greatly as I understand it, depending on which blood was dominant. Mostly though the fae were faries, more or less. But that isn't the case for me and Cassandra.
We were left alone at a young age. Too young to remember our parents. We only had each other, more or less. But as we weren't human, it wasn't as if it was something unspeakable to be left after birth. I'm not sure as to why, but baby angels and demons seemed to be protected until they matured enough to develop sort of powers, I suppose. For a long time, though, my and my sister knew nothing of this. We grew up in the in between, where it was common to see others with odd traits. So my having wings was nothing to find odd. The most noticeable trait of us both, however, were our markings. My fur was snow white, and my left side was marked with blue markings. Whereas Cassandra was mostly red and orange, and her right side has black markings of the same nature. When next to each other you could see that they would fit together perfectly if on one person.. This marked us as sisters, and twins. And it marked us as one..
After some years, though, we started to mature. And this was then were the problems started to occur. I was an angel. And my sister was a demon.. Though that really doesn't mean what people seem to think. People think angels are pure or something of that sort and that demons are evil. This isn't the case, though. They both are a race. And as races are, they have different branches, I guess. Like different kinds of dogs or cats. Demons are known more for this, though. Where as most don't pay attention to angels. Cassandra, though, was of a race called Subbuci. They were a branch of demons that fed off of the emotions and feelings of others. For Cassie they were affection, love, jealousy, and hate. Those feelings where what gave her her life force. She didn't need to feed or anything, just to be around the emotions. For this reason, Succubi were widely known. Though mostly for the bad ones. They were made famous by those who feed off of lust and pleasure. She was a serial killer, actually. And was very known for seducing then killing people. Those emotion traits, however, are very rare. And sadly they are what my sisters race was branded with.
Cassandra, however, had difficult traits that she fed on. It was her nature to cause the emotions she fed on. And for this she became very popular with anyone she met. And she also cause a lot of trouble.. And the problem was that she liked it far too much. But you can hardly blame her for that. She is a good soul at heart. And despite her tendencies to cause pain and hurt in those who cared for her, she did a lot to help people in many ways. She was not the demon people would have then branded her. Nor was she a "sex demon" as so many ignorant souls seemed to think. And believe me. She could not stand the stupidity of those who would judge her race by their own lust and ignorance.
Now, for demons it was easier in all things.. And for the most part they went unnoticed in the world. It's not like that for angels, though. For angels... Things are complicated. As soon as me and my sister came of age I was taken away. It happened on that day.. Cassandra's powers, if you can call them that I guess, started before. But it wasn't so easy for me. My wings marked me as a young angel to anyone who saw me. Wings were not a common trait among fae. At least not wings that looked like mine. There are other traits that developed as well, less noticeable ones, but I don't care to go into those at this moment. They are widely considered a secret in the "angel master race." And I say angel master race because angels are stuck up cunts. And as soon as I was of age I was taken away from my sister to be raised with my own kind. They consider themselves pure and almost as gods, not beings to exist among the other races.
After I was taken away, Cassie was lost. She was alone, and she was scared. And because of this, she started to cause a lot of trouble with anyone she came in contact with. There was little else for her to do. I cannot, though, speak for her time while I was gone. I knew at one point. I watched her, as a guardian angel of sorts. But I was not allowed to be with her. Just watch and have some small hand in protecting her. And I couldn't stand for this. I don't remember the whole story, but from what I put together.. I ran away. And I went to find my sister. But it was never going to be that easy, was it.. Leaving and city of angels was what was widely known as falling. There are exceptions to this, but they are few and I don't know how they managed it. When I left.. I was stripped of of my memories. And my wings.. I woke up on a hill, my back bleeding. And I thought I was going to die from loss of blood simply from the fall. I quickly bandaged it, though. I kept my chest bound from the moment I was taken to the city of angels. I was ashamed of it, and so I hid it. And that is all I wish to say on that matter.. They quickly started to serve another purpose, though. In helping my scars to heal.. Then eventually to cover the only thing tying me to the angels. At least the only thing that was immediately noticeable. The only other physical trait was my being declawed.. But along with my wings and my claws, I also lost almost all my power. And I've yet to find my sister because of this.. I've been looking for her for a long time, some three years now. And I hope that one day I'll find her.
My original name was Esther.. Cassandra always called me Essie. But after I fell I also lost my name. Or rather, I threw it away.. And now my name is Soul. And I'm not longer an angel. Now I'm a Soulfox.. The first, and only one of my kind. And there will never be another.
That is my story.