Slave Of Heaven By Wizehkruzz

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episode 2 Candace stood, one arm stretched out in front of her, steam still drifting off her skin. "Shit," she gasped, her blue eyes wide in shock. She had sent the Vampire through the wall, demolishing most of the windows and cracking through the thick red wood. Intent, she darted through the splintered wood and shards of glass. "Candace!" I yelped and raced after her into the night. The wood dug into my skin and the glass shredded my feet. I slide to a stop, staring at my sister. She stood facing the Vampire who was slow to get to his feet. Clearly he had taken one too many blows over the night. Her white blond hair whipped around her face in the winter wind and her eyes were viciously intent—I saw not a speck of fear in her. She stood with her legs braces wide apart; gripping her nightgown in one hand and exposing her bare white legs. The other was out in front of her, palm facing the creature. Blue near translucent flames wrapped around her bare arm, dancing high off her skin. The heat blazed so hot that the falling snow above her melted mid-air, covering her in a halo of white stream. She grinned a terrible grin—like that of some vicious pagan goddess and made a come-hither gesture with her fiery fingertips. "Bring it, Fang-boy," she snarled. He growled deep in his chest, dropping into a low stance. His bright eyes glared at her with such hatefulness it was fearsome. "Are you the daughter of Goddard St. Augustine?" He asked. Still clinging to my bread I trembled violently, huddled down so that he couldn't see me. What did he want with one of father's daughters? For her part Candace didn't so much as glance my way. She took the full danger. "The one and only," she said and hurled the spell. The fire tore through the night, burning through falling snow and raging across the courtyard. The Vampire lurched to the side, not fast enough to avoid the spell but quick enough that he missed the full brunt of it. It hit his shoulder, curling and charring both his coat and the skin beneath. If he registered the pain, though, he was too wild to notice. He ducked and lunged, crossing the space too quick for me to see. Candace gasped, yanking up the other hand to hurl another spell but she was too slow. I screamed, futile, poised to throw the damn bread if it came to that. A roar filled the courtyard and again the Vampire's body went flying through the air. He crashed into the stonewall, the stones shattering into shards on impact. Candace was crouched down, her hands pulled up to her ears, clearly shocked. "What in the hells are you doing here!" Father's bellow bounced off the stone walls. I yipped and ducked further. Father strode into the now broken and smoking courtyard, his crimson cloak flung over one shoulder and trailing behind him in a terrifying display. I trembled at the sight of him in his full armor, his furious blue eyes emphasized by his silver helmet. He jerked it off, glaring at Candace and me. "Get them to the shelter!" He roared and someone grabbed me by the arm, yanking me to the feet. I stumbled as the faceless soldier dragged me along. I glanced over my shoulder at Candace who, instead of being ashamed and chagrined like me, was just grinning wildly as another soldier pulled her along. She saw me watching and asked, "Do you have the bread?" Numbly I held out the squished and mangled package. My little contribution to the war effort. Candace just smiled. "Good girl." "What were you thinking," I said back and she beamed. "I was thinking that I had to do something. Maybe I have a little of that warrior blood in me." "Women can't be warriors." "Maybe I'll be the first." And I did so admire her then. My big sister—who, even if for a brief moment, was a warrior queen. I stared at her, wanting so desperately to be like her. I couldn't wait for the day when I would come into my power—to Awaken. I'll be just like you, I promised to myself. I would be adventurous and exciting and maybe even a little bit wild—all I would have to do is wait until I Awoke. But I never really got that chance. I was dragged, kicking and screaming, down the road less traveled. I never got to be that girl. And that nameless Vampire certainly was not the last one I would ever meet.

episode 3 ★★★★★★16 years later★★★★★★ ♥ There was nothing I liked about Magical Physics class. Shove postulates, axioms, and Euclid's elements under my nose and its like something curls up and dies inside me. I cringed as the professor let out yet another string of theories that made absolutely no sense to me. I dropped my quill and stretched my hand, the fingers stiff and bent in a writer's cramp. I sighed, probably too loudly, and the student beside me shot a baleful glare my way. His hand hovered over his notebook, the words from the professor clearly writing themselves in scrolling gold onto the paper. He spared a moment from his notes to give a pointed sneer at my quill and paper. Ignoring him, I shook my hand lightly before returning to my torture of trying to keep up with the professor's lecture. I stared down at the paper of half scribbles, shortened words and ink smears. Unlike everyone else in the class, and unlike everyone else in the entire damn university, I was forced to record my notes by hand, like a common Human. I would prefer to use my laptop, but too many students had complained about the constant tapping of the keys, and my prized piece of technology had been banned from the classes. I heard a low hiss and I glanced to my left. One row below me and two seats down Constance threw me her best damsel-in-distress expression. "What are we doing?" She mouthed softly, her wide hazel eyes practically on the verge of tears. Good to know I wasn't the only one who was defeated by the class. I shrugged helplessly, flinching slightly when my hand panged. "No clue," I mouthed back mournfully. "Ms. Lilith St. Augustine, is there a problem?" I jerked my head up and found the professor pinning me with an icy glare from his podium. His already thin lips were pressed together in a fine line, and the years were slightly more evident in his face when he drew his brow together in his stare. Figures he would single me out. "No, professor," I mumbled, trying to duck down further in my chair. Professor Sharpe was an intelligent Nephilim, but probably the most pitiless man I knew. I did not want to be another one of his examples. He steppled his fingers on the podium, his sharp chin raised high in an elegant display of academic power. "I should hope not, Ms. St. Augustine, as I fear you're suffering enough in this class as is." I inwardly groaned as the class gave their collective soft chuckles at my expense and tried to sink lower behind the desk. "Yes, professor." "If you want to fail, that is your business, but do not distract my other students," he snapped, and with that he turned away, his professor cloak twirling around him in an impressive demonstration of poise. No doubt he had a spell tacked to the inside of the robe to make himself appear all the more menacing. I had the fleeting image of running up and snatching away said spell and watching his defiant cloak deflate. From the corner of my eye I could see Constance mouth an apology and I gave her the barest of nods. It wasn't her fault that my professors thoroughly enjoyed expressing their absolute displeasure of my presence in the university. Truth be told if I were a professor I wouldn't want me at Divine Angelic Sors and Magos University either. The student next to me pulled his notebook farther away from me, making sure that his papers didn't brush mine. As if my lack of ability was going to jump off of my books and onto his own. Nothing like a little bit of ostracism to lift a girl's spirits, right? He lifted his hand and efficiently answered whatever question Professor Sharpe had thrown his way. "Brownnoser," I muttered in English under my breath. After having spent a great deal of time in the Human city lately, I had a wealth of Human slang at my disposal. The student gave a sideways glance at me, his smirk faltering as he tried to understand the obvious insult. I was willing to bet my weekly allowance that his English was lacking. He turned away, obviously deciding not to try and pursue the comment. I glared back at his profile, noting the large nose yet well defined chin. One of these days I really should bother to learn his name, I thought, but threw it aside, hardly willing to give the effort. I tried to return to my dutiful mindset of taking useless notes, but my concentration was broken. With but a scant hour to go, the Physics class was my last one for the day. The mounting tension was amplified by the knowledge that I was going to sneak into the Human city soon and I started to tap my foot in a nervous habit of build up energy. That only earned me another spiteful glare, and I forced myself to stop. With a sigh I dropped my quill, abandoning all pretenses of taking part in the class. I'd just have to put a few extra hours in with my tutor to make up with my utter lack of attention today. The class dragged, as Magical Physics classes have a tendency to do, but at last Professor Sharpe closed his book on the podium (a full three minutes after the chime to dismiss class) and we were free to escape. "What was that?" Constance sighed when she reached my side. We climbed the aisle steps out of the lecture hall, and were forced to go extra slow by students who just didn't understand the urgency for ones need to flee such a class. "You got me," I muttered back, heaving my book bag strap higher up on my shoulder. "I think I died somewhere between postulate fifteen and proposition forty-four." "We covered proposition forty-four?" She cried out, freezing to rifle through her notes. "I missed that!" I grabbed her elbow and pulled her along up the stairs, desperate for the double doors that led to the university hallways. "I'm sure someone will share their notes with you." Which was true. Constance was practically the queen of our class. She was regal enough to earn the adoration of the other Nephilim girls, and pretty enough to peak the interests of the men. Constance finally dropped her notebook into her bag with a somber sigh. "Who ever made that class two and a half hours long was seriously sadistic." But within moments her mood improved as we walked down the halls. Students stumbled over themselves to bow their heads and offer greetings. "Good afternoon, Ms. Bray," they'd say. "Such a pleasure to see you, Ms. Bray," they'd smile; they'd grovel. The usual responses by the usual student body. Constance took them all with good humor, smiling, greeting back with the articulate form of a lady. Her poised smile raised a notch, and she moved with the easy confidence of one who is adored. I gritted my teeth, ignoring all the praise they threw at her, yet so effectively avoided giving me. By birth I was above Constance. But I've learned that while birth is a great deal, it isn't everything, and I'm left with the distain and bête-noir my flaws earn me. I was all too eager to push my way through the massive oak double doors that led out of the university. The bright sun assaulted me at once, and I blinked against its radiance. Next to strike was the heavy early September heat. Unnaturally hot for the month, the wet air pressed against my uniform and caused my shirt to stick to my chest nearly at once. "Can you believe this heat?" Constance groaned, gracefully pulling up her rich silk headscarf to pull the weight off the base of her neck. Tiny wheat-colored ringlets escaped the blue scarf at the edge or her hairline, and she swept them away artfully with her fingertips. The act was a conscious one, so that all could see her lily white skin and long swan neck. I tried not to roll my eyes at the obvious gesture. Instead I pulled my cell phone out of my bag and checked the face. I had one text message from Aubree. Are you still coming? It read. "So you're going to cover for me, right?" I curled my hand around the phone and practically skipped down the ivory marble steps from the university. As usual, leaving the prison was like being given a dose of liberty or a shot of pure sunlight. I breathed in deeply, noticing that even the air outside the school was sweeter, albeit a bit wetter. Constance dropped the scarf knot and swept the long tails over one shoulder. She gave me a sideways glance that was a peculiar mix of envy and appall. "Are you really going to the Human city?" "It's really not that big of a deal," I tried to downplay it with a shrug. She gave a short, very un-ladylike snort. "Says you. If your father ever found out…" She trailed off, raising her chin slightly. I didn't press her; she knew full well that my ability to leave the White City rested on her decision. Sometimes I wondered if she enjoyed the power she held with that knowledge. She pressed her lips together. "You're lucky our Finishing School class in large enough that Mrs. Peterson won't notice you missing." I broke into a smile, barely being able to rein back a grin. "Thank you, Constance! I'll make it up to you." I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, a friendly gesture of my gratitude. "If you really want to make it up to me, you can invite me over for tea," she said with a sly smile. The tall oaks of the trees that lined the university courtyard cast odd black and white triangles over her face and leaving one of her hazel eyes to blaze brighter in the light than the other. I blinked my eyes at the simple request. "Constance, you know you're welcomed any time at my house." She carefully pulled her fingers through the silky tails of her headscarf, glancing down at the white and silver cobblestone. "Some time when your brother is there," she elaborated. A small, sick shiver slithered through me, but I quickly brushed it off. "Of course," I pasted a smile onto my face. "Then we have a deal," she was saying, but I turned my attention to the two Erelim that were scurrying down the large marble steps. The girls huddled close together, their eyes darting from side to side in an accustomed fear. They were quick to dart down the stairs, but once they reached the stone walkway, their pace slowed and, with a blatant relief that was all too familiar, they left the school behind. "I have to go," I said to Constance, following the girls with my eyes. "You're really don't go with them, do you?" She spat "them" with obvious detest. "No, I just follow them," I corrected her. Constance seemed to shudder with relief. "I don't know how you do it. But then again, you're going to the Human city." She tiled her head slightly and narrowed her eyes a fraction. "You have very odd tastes. You know that, right?" I gave her my best smile, trying to humor her, but biting back my first choice of words. "I like a bit of adventure, is all." "I'll say. And everyone thinks you're such a good girl..." She turned to leave, and had taken no more than three steps from me when she was swarmed, surrounded by a group of girls that were desperate to be considered her friend. Constance had already created her own small court. And to her I had lost the court that had once been mine. I tried not to notice that no one was quick to run to my side, as they used to in the old days. I turned as well, fingers quickly punching out my response to Aubree in a text message and telling her I would see her soon. I had to half jog to catch up with the Erelim, something so un-Seraphim that I darted nervous glanced about to see if anyone was watching. But no one noticed me and certainly no one turned to glance at the two Erelim girls. But then again, no one really noticed Erelim, thus why they make the perfect accomplices—unwittingly or otherwise. I clutched my bag, and my heart rose at the very thought of leaving behind the White City for the wild freedom of the Human culture. It was all I could do to not force the Erelim to walk faster. One of them glanced over her shoulder at me. Her mahogany brown hair was a mass of curls that jutted out from under her scarf at every angle and her round glasses hid her otherwise pretty eyes. She was unfortunate looking in that she could've been pretty but somehow her features missed the mark. Instead she was an average girl, as mousy as her hair. She had a name, I was sure, but I couldn't recall it. She noticed me watching her, and she offered the barest of smiles before she turned away. Her friend, a tall, skinny girl with bright orange hair and gangly sharp features glared my way. She was as angry as her friend was quiet, but neither girl ever dared say a word to me. I was well above them in class and title, and neither dared the social reproach by broaching a conversation with me. It was my prerogative to speak with them, though that was considered far below me. Not only were they Erelim, the lowest of the Nephilim classes, but to make matters even worse they were tainted with Human blood. Half-breeds. Still, a Nephilim woman couldn't just walk the streets of the city unescorted. Girls were either picked up at the university gates or traveled home in packs. If I ever tried to walk to the Human city alone, I would be promptly stopped by a Patrol, a feat all Nephilim struggle to avoid. These particular Erelim, being half-Human, only had educational visas; they could only stay within the White City for as long as classes were held. It suited me just fine, for as long as I trailed close enough behind them, it would seem to anyone who was watching that I was a part of the small group. The Erelim clearly knew what I was up to, and had for some time now. Still, it wasn't even a matter for blackmail. No one would believe an Erelim over a Seraph, and the penalty for spreading rumors or lies about Seraphim were pretty severe. The girls bared my presence with an uncomfortable silence, spines straight and necks rigid as they struggled not to glance over their shoulders at me. I would follow them for the thirty-minute walk to the ferry station, and then sit one seat apart from them on the ferry. The rhythmatic beat of the waves against the ferry always lulled me into a near sleep, and I was tempted to close my eyes as I swayed in the seat. I so enjoyed riding the ferry. It was an experience I rarely had and Goddess knows what Father might have done if he ever found me sitting on one. I couldn't sneak into the Human City in uniform, though, so I forced myself up from the seat and crammed myself into one of the ferry's bathrooms. The walls were clean but the titled floor was covered with bits of toilet paper, and small puddles of water. Hopping on one foot, I yanked off the small blue, white, and grey plaid skirt. The blue sweater vest and white long sleeve shirt came off easier, and in bra and underwear I shoved the Divine Angelic Sors and Magos University uniform into my backpack. Dressing in human clothes took a little more tact, and I did a very graceless flamingo dance to make sure the bottom of my cave length pencil skirt didn't touch the grime infested tile. It ended with my shoulders against the wall and doing the hip wiggle to pull it up, all the while jolting with the erratic movement of the ferry. Very unlady-like, but with no one to watch me but several half soaked rolls of toilet paper, I felt myself safe from disgrace. I threw on a pair of dark brown boots and a thin long sleeve shirt. The entire outfit was a bit too warm for the weather but I took the heat in stride, more than accustomed to clothing that covered my skin. I re-emerged from the bathroom a changed woman; having gone in as a DASMU student and coming out a Human. Well, as close to a Human as I was ever going to get. I could try but I would never be able to fully pass for Humans. I think it's the light Nephilim bone structure. I have yet to meet a Human who didn't guess that I was some kind of Other Worldlie. The two Erelim watched me as I retook my seat and took off my bangles and braclets, dropping the clattering jewerly into my bag. The orange head's eyes were hard and angry while mouse-girl seemed more intrigued. The ferry shuddered to a halt at its last stop. I gathered my bag and followed the girls off. Here we would part ways, as they easily brushed through the city's Boarder Control check-point. They presented their visas and ID's while I lingered behind. I hesitated for only a moment, my eyes scanning the boarder guards in blue and black Nephilim uniforms. They were rather intimidating with their hard eyes and long black magic charged batons swinging at their hips. One guard who was casually surveying the boarder glanced at me, his dark brow furrowed until he recongnized me. Even still, his right hand casually reached down to rest on the hilt of his baton. I was sure it was out of habit but the defensive gesture was unnerving to say the least. I treid not to let the skin crawl on the back of my neck or my shoulders tense. "Mr. Evans," I said politely with a small nod of my head, giving my best smile, the one I had inherited from my mother. I may not be as beautiful as her, but I still carried some of her traits. "If it isn't the Lady St. Augustine," he grinned as he dipped his head respectfully. I did my best to ignore the gesture and my eyes darted towards the other guards, fearing they would hear both my name and title. His eyes also slide slightly to the ride, guaging the distance of the other guards on duty. Still, it didn't stop him from lightly holding up his palm and I already had the gold coins ready. I dropped them into his hand, careful for our skin not to touch. He wasn't a relative and there was no reason for the physical contact. He noticed, of course, and his eyes darkening in annoyance. Undoubtably he assumed my reservations were due to the disparity of our classes but I was in no mood to cater to the feelings of a stranger. "Always a pleasure doing business with the Duke's daughter," he said rather nastily, his hand closing around the coins. I simply looked over his shoulder, choosing to ignore the remark and the tone. "It's always a pleasure to deal with such civility, Mr. Evans," I breezed and I was sure the man flushed at my slight jab. He smiled to cover his mishap and I finally noticed that he was handsome, in a normal sort of way. He wasn't overtly striking, but his smile did make him dashing. "Of course. I'll walk you through the boarder." He snapped to a sharp attention and strode forward, leaving me to scramble with my backpack and trot after him. The boarder between the White City and the Human city of Stoneham wasn't even so much of a line but just the ending of the towering white stone walls. The finely crafted metal and wood doors that had so long ago sliced the Human and Nephilim worlds into two no longer existed, but the remnants of huge brass hinges still decorated the sides of the walls, as if a reminder of where the massive doors had once hung. Guards no longer strolled along the tops of the walls, as the Nephilim had removed them as a show of good faith towards the Humans. They did still walked between the spaces where the doors had once been, though, and carefully recorded those coming and going. Evans walked with me through the cut in the wall, the exit or entrance of the city. The world always grew dark as one passed through the thick passage between the wall, cast in the shadow of the alabaster stone. I always thought it an ominous sign, as if leaving the light for the dark, but when the effect was the same entering the city as exiting it, the image only disturbed me more. We entered into the light and away from the shadow, and as I blinked against the sudden brightness, I immediately felt as if some great weight had been lifted from my skin. An odd reaction, as the White City was supposed to be my home. The guard halted exactly at the line where the dark meets the light and gave what he must have thought was his best sweeping bow. It was overly flamboyant and gangly, and for some reason struck a cord of pity inside me. I dipped my head at the pathetic attempt and this seemed to pacify him. "My lady," he grinned and I left him with that, suppressing an ominous shudder when leaving him and the city behind. They say that the slide into hell starts with a single step from the light. The thought tickled at the back of my mind as I stepped away from the city of light for the Human realm.

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