Angels. Some are tall, and some are short. Some skinny and some fat. Some humanoid, and some animalistic. In all, they have just as many, if not more differences than the races that came after. In fact, the gods modeled many of those races after their perfect forms. Whether muzzled or not, all angels share that in common. For how they are, each and every one of them seem completely perfect in every way. But none had come before who were so perfect as the Lightbringer. My father.
Lucifer was the purest, the most beautiful, and the most loyal. The highest of all seraphim. Before the fall, that was. This story is not of his fall, but of mine. so we'll leave out most of it. What you do need to know is that my mother followed him, along with a throng of other angels. They lost. They were cast out of Heaven. And most of them chose the life of mortals. But some of them... some went into the borderlands of Hell, along with my parents. Purgatory, some call it. An endless land of mists and shadows.
Mother was already pregnant when they fell from grace. Father didn't care much, though. As I understand it, he had already started being consumed by the thoughts of revenge. To cast out their highest angel. Simply for not wanting to bow to humans. I can understand his anger, but never did understand why he chose the path he did after my birth.
But I digress again.
Seven months in Purgatory came and went. My mother gave birth to me, and my twin sister. We looked remarkably similar. Strange, since we were different genders. But we were also so identical then, that mother had to tell us apart by our eyes. I had my father's eyes, which then were a gentle amber. Adella, my sister, had mother's eyes, which were a brilliant dark blue. But both of us had our mother's hair. It would have been white, if not for the sheen to it that made it silver, if not platinum.
As the years drove on, Adella and I learned to fear our father, and stayed very near mother. He grew angrier and angrier, sometimes being gone for days at a time. And one day, he came home while mother was in the kitchen, and nearly strangled my sister and I. We were nearly two years old then, but looked to be nearly six. Angels grow fast, after all. But that day revealed a darkness clinging to my father. i could see it in his eyes, which had grown dark.. almost black. Mother saw it too, when she pulled him off of us.
I remember waking the next day without Adella by my side. She was always near me, for I was her safety. And she was mine. We were bound by threads unseen. And I could not feel her. Naturally, I feared the worst, running about, and looking high and low for her. But to no avail.
My sister was gone. And so was my mother. I had been abandoned. Left alone with my father. I remember crying, first feeling betrayal, and then.. afraid. My fears were not unfounded, you see. Father's anger would rain down on me like a barrage of flaming boulders when he found them gone.
I tried to hide. Tried to pretend that I was gone as well. But his nose had somehow become keen, and he found me without hassle. His eyes were black now, completely black. And I remember vaguely the pure evil in his glare. I remember a brief pain, and then darkness. And I remember the darkness seem to stretch out into eternity, and swallow me whole. Then there was nothing for what I thought to be forever. Absolute nothingness. It comforted me, up until a bright light shocked awake my senses again, and a growling, stinging pain in my gut allowed me to realize that I was still alive. And had not eaten for some time.
Father's hand threw me out from what I could only define as a closet then. It took a few moments, but my vision cleared. I could see my mother now. I remember running to her, and clinging to her in happy tears. She'd come back for me. Not just left me there to die. To starve. But then, the world went black again. And again, the darkness drowned me in it.
But this time, there was something in the darkness. Something tangible, that was slithering against my skin, and crawling through me. I could swear I could hear it laughing. An evil, hissing, serpent's laugh. It made me shiver, and made me afraid.
When I came too, I was warm, and holding something. It felt like I was wet, and I could see mother's robe not far away. Everything was a blur, and I was trying to gain my bearings, when I licked my lips, and tasted something coppery. I remembered that flavor, from when father had hit me once and my nose had bled. Had he hit me again?
I looked around, dazed, then realized that my mother was on the ground. And she wasn't moving. An angel's blood is not usually red, you see. It's often a golden color.. or silver. But this blood was red, the blood of a Fallen. She'd not gained a place back in Heaven, and so ran with red blood. And that blood was all over the ground. Her eyes were open, but blank. And then, I remembered the taste of blood, and the item in my hand. My heart skipped a beat when I realized what had happened, and I dropped the blood-laden dagger in my hand to the ground.
How? How could I have killed her? I remember thinking that just before the pain struck me like a bolt of lightning. I ran, not knowing what else to do. What was this pain? I didn't even realize what was happening. Before long, the pain grew so much that I could no longer move. I collapsed to my knees and panted, crying.
It felt like every fiber of me was on fire. Every inch had an invisible hook, and the hok was pulling outwards, making the fire burn and sear every last bit of me. My stomach and other innards were being twisted and crushed, wrung in taloned hands that I could not see. Even my soul burned. I could feel it as it began to be pulled from me. It fought as I fought, but the searing, burning, pulling hooks soon took it away. My silver feathers started to fall out of my wings, and those that lingered too long lost their sheen before falling to the ground. I cried and I screamed, but there was no one who cared near to hear them.
Something slammed into me, and the pain somehow intensified. I wondered briefly how I could still be conscious, but all thought was soon erased with the pain. There are simply no words that have ever been invented to describe it. But I will rather describe what it did.
My now naked wings cracked and grew long fingers, a nub 'thumb' talon growing out from the second joint where the fingers were growing. A skin stretched out from my wing-flesh, which connected these fingers together, each finger ending out in a talon of it's own by the end. These new wings turned black, where once they had been gray as I watched through the pain. My fingernails became brittle and cracked, then fell off in favor of claws sprouting out from the ends of my fingers. These claws were black as night, and as sharp as razors. They dug into the stone ground as I screamed and clawed. I would have been amazed at their strength, had I not been in so much pain.
My skin started to darken, and I felt my ears sharpen to points. I remember clawing at my mouth because of the pain concentrating there as my fangs formed. The wounds didn't last. But I was soon holding my head as I felt pressure and pain well up on my forehead. I grew horns, which stabbed and cut at my hands. They lengthened even as I fell over to writhe on the ground. The pain took a while to subside.. and it was only after it had that I noticed my feet also sported black claws. What had I become?
I crawled weakly to a nearby pool, and screamed when I saw my own reflection. A monster stared back at me through the pool. And a laugh made me fall into it. But the water boiled around me, and turned to steam in the air. I cried even as my father pulled me up by the neck.
"Worthless little weakling. I should have known you couldn't handle it. We go to Hell now. Try to keep up." It was my father's voice, but it was a monster's face speaking it. His horns were bigger than mine, and grew out to the sides. His skin was blood red, like my hair and eyes had become. But his eyes were black. As I looked at him, I realized what I'd become. And I sobbed, even as he bound me in chains, and dragged me into Hell.
In all but a few hours, I had gone from an innocent child, just three human years old, to a mother-killer. I had been corrupted, and I was no longer an angel. I was now a devil. A monster who must feed on the life Essence of others. And I was a prisoner to my own father. Abandoned. Lost. And without hope.