Seventeen. One more year and she'd be an adult. Unprepared and thrust into the real world. Cleo sighed, running a hand through strands of blonde hair. Most people rejected her before even seeing her, judging her gender and ever increasing age. A wry smile played on her lips - all that judgement, and they didn't even know she was half-demon. Tossing a blanket over her body, Cleo twisted in the cot she'd been in for three years, before finally being lulled into sleep.
Out of nowhere, an insect flew past the small girl, with the long, black hair, with the piercing blue eyes.
Without thinking, Cassiel snatched the insect out of the air and smashed it into a mess of insect guts, wiping her hand on the windowsill. I guess I could do the classic "tie-your-bedsheets-together-thing."
"Cassiel huh, did you know yours is the name of angels?" Replied a man, quite tall, with a scar from jaw to cheek, his blue eyes gleaming like pinpricks of fire, ever certain.
He was dressed head to toe in black, digital-camo army fatigues, with black gloves and boots. Weirdly enough he wore a rainbow belt, and a silver watch, with white inside. "Quite ironic."
"What the fuck?" Cassiel whispered, nearly snapping her fingers out of pure shock. "Who the hell are you? How did you get in my room? And why the everloving fuck do you care about my name?"
Fran wandered quietly through the halls of the orphanage, hoping not to get caught. He had tried to sleep but the attempt was unsuccessful and he didn't feel like laying in his cot any longer. He planned to walk around for a few minutes and hope the light movement would help him fall asleep.
"I'm an angel of Heaven, and while you were focused on that insect, and your little plan, I slipped in from under your door." He explained, raising a gloved hand to show her that a digit of his finger was missing, seemingly cut off. "That little bug was a part of me." He explained.
Cassiel stared, unblinking, at the man, remembering the reason she tried not to speak. After a long pause, she shrugged and started tying her bedsheets together, ignoring the man entirely.
Scipio could hear talking from the other room and got up with a sigh, heading over. He opened the door without knocking of course and went in. "Excuse me, but what the fuck is going on here?"
"You're a strange one." He replied. "I'll be back."
Silence.
He was gone.
"The president dropped by for a visit," Cassiel replied sarcastically, finishing her knot. "None of your fucking business, get out of my room."
Scipio rolled his eyes and fused back with the shadows, not caring enough to push the subject any further. He slipped back into his room and lay down.
"Cleo, Cleo, wake up." He called, standing over the bed clenching and unclenching his fist as his finger started to grow back, a drop of crimson blood hitting the floor.
Cassiel looked around her room for something to tie her "rope" to. Sighing, she dragged her bed over near the window and tied the sheets to one of the legs, pulling hard before tossing the rope out the window. Then, she quickly began gathering all her things into a small backpack.
(Twix had to leave!)
(OK.)
This is a mess. I never was very good with humans. He thought, standing over this demon-spawn, Cleo. He decided to gather the others, finally, he disappeared from her room.
From outside the room, he converged, as a swarm of insects, buzzing and squirming, doubling in on itself, and merged into him.
Right in front of the small boy with the sideswept black hair and slate blue eyes he knew as Scipionaerri.
"Hello." He said, monotone.
Scipio sat up calmly and waved, moving to sit cross legged on the bed. "Hey. Guess you're here to like, collect us for something?" He supported his head with one hand, which he had on his knee.
"You are less naive than the others. I was not informed of this. I am an angel of Heaven, Powers, Second Echelon." He replied, robotically. "My name is Marduk."
"Hey, I'm just not an idiot. I'm Scipio, but I'm assuming you already know that." Scipio yawned a bit. "So what are we getting collected for? I'm pretty much open to anything at this point."
"I have yet to be informed." Marduk replied. "I assume you will be used as powerful tools for Heaven, given lives of luxury." The angel inferred.
"I'm no tool either, but I suppose I can make an exception… might as well, right? It's not like I've got literally anything else to do. When are we leaving?" Scipio stood up, a small black nose appearing near his feet. (It's just his secret dog don't worry lol)
"Right now." The angel replied. "Which is your room?" He asked, looking intently around.
"This one." Scipio moved his foot back slowly so Ragno would go back under the bed fully. "Why do you ask?"
The angel simply opened the window. "I'll catch you." He replied, disappearing in the night with a gleam of silver hair.
Cassiel had made it down to the ground. It hadn't been easy, nor graceful. But she was out. She was free. She had a cut on her cheek. Again. And she was fairly certain she had sprained her wrist. But that would fade eventually. Humming quietly, she set off at a quick pace towards the nearest lake.
"Alright." Scipio shrugged and picked up Ragno, jumping out of the window with no hesitation. Honestly, if this didn't work and he died, he wouldn't have cared much. Anything to get out of the stupid orphanage.
The angel dropped, one story, two stories, even more, landing flawlessly with a cold gust of air. Next to Cassiel.
Azure eyes turned her way as a rare smile crossed his face
(Scipio already yeeted himself out the window XD)
Cassiel rolled her eyes and kept walking, popping a stick of gum in her mouth. This is stupid. Who here had the money for this kind of prank? Angel, yeah right, she thought to herself, shaking her head.
(I know!)