Friday, 6 January 2012
08:02:32 PM (GMT)
"Uh, excuse me?! What?! Now you're just going to ignore me?! Who do you think
I AM?!" She yelled in outrage. She froze, her skin prickling. He was
"WHAT THE HELL??!! YOU-" She was cut off abruptly as the man suddenly spun around and
slapped her in the face. She reeled back in shock, holding her hand to her cheek.
"W-w-w-what did you do-" She began to sputter, a painful sting in her cheek. His face
was red with outrage, and his brows arched much more than before. He stared her down
hard. When he spoke, it was like a deep rumble, and Angera opened her mouth in even
greater shock at his words.
"Those words will NEVER leave the mouth of an Angel. Especially, The Mother. Not on
The Beginning: http://kupika.com/diarypage.php?id=q4f02014e14c67s3irny
END OF PART 2 (FREAKEN FINALLY!! I AM IN THE ZONE!!!!)
Angera was frozen in shock.
He.. knew she was the Mother Angel..?
"Y-you..... h-how do you know that...?" She whispered, her eyes wide with horror.
Had he brought her here to use her? Was he an Evil despite his appearance.. just like
Jack used to be? She took a step away from him, panic and fear rising inside her.
The man still stood there, clenching his fists, his jaw set. After a few moments of
tenseness, his growl cut through the the silence like a knife.
"That isn't for you to know. It isn't important. What IS important, is your
weakness." His voice was calm, but hard as stone. She gaped at him, his words not
"I.... I'm not we-"
"Yes you are. You're very week. Pathetic actually." His eyes narrowed more. She felt
a pang in her chest. It hurt... his words hurt. They poked, and pricked her heart,
touching nerves, and twisting her emotions. She clenched her fists tightly, and stood
taller. Taking a step forward, she shoved her fear and confusion aside. The man
seemed to see her confidence rise.
"An Angel does NOT speak like that. Like a sinning mortal. You are not disciplined in
the ways of God at all." He spat. Another pang exploded in her chest. She let it fuel
"I HAVE NOT SEEN "GOD" SINCE HE THREW ME DOWN INTO THIS HELL!" She bellowed back at
him, widening her stance. His face grew red.
"I AM NO LONGER AN ANGEL OF GOD! FOR HE HAS ABANDONED ME!! AND-" She choked on her
words as fat tears streamed from her eyes. They came unwelcome, and this angered her
" .. A-AND GOD DAMMIT!! I'M NOT GOING TO BE HIS LITTLE PUPPET ANYMORE!!" She screamed
this at him, leaning forward. She didn't stop to see his reaction before she ran. She
ran so fast out of the door, she thought she might trip on her own feet. She sprinted
blindly into the cold night, sobbing and coking. She ran and ran until her legs gave
out from under her, and she fell into a heap on the ground. Curling into a tight
ball, she screamed into her knees.
"GOD DAMMIT GOD DAMMIT GOD DAMMIT!" She screamed at the air over and over
again. Why?! GOD DAMMIT WHY??! WHY had God DONE THIS?! WHY wasn't she in Heaven?! WHY
couldn't she access her powers?! WHY was she forced to roam the Earth with no known
purpose?! WHY COULDN'T SHE HELP JACK??!!!WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY???!!!!!
She screamed until her voice grew hoarse, her cheeks chapped with tears.
Than she bit her lip so hard she was sure it had broken open. A metallic taste
filling her mouth.
When she felt her body was to exhausted to do anything any longer, she just lay
there. Curled up in a tight fetal position.
Not even wanting to sleep.
Yet somehow, she managed to drift into a dreamless sleep.
Everything was heavy.
She opened her eyes slowly.
Why was everything so dull?
No, she didn't care.
She let her eyes close once more.
A shift. She was moving.
It would be a bother to open her eyes.
Yet, she still opened them a little.
Light. There was so much light.
Her eyes closed.
A dull thud, footsteps...
Her face itched. No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, her hand flew up anyhow
and scratched her cheak.
With a sigh, she cracked an eye open.
Fire. She was staring at fire.
But she wasn't hot. Why?
Who cared, it didn-
"Ow!" She cried, curling up tighter.
Her stomach reeled, and twisted inside her. She clenched her teeth in pain.
"You should get up and eat something. It'll make it better."
She heard the familiar growl of a voice and froze. The man....
"Really. You need to. You're going to starve if you sit around moping like that." He
sounded dismissive, as if it really wasn't that important. Like he had to say
She grumbled something, not really knowing what it meant herself, and closed her
Angera jerked awake, and jumped to her feet.
She was soaked from head to toe in freezing cold water.
Shivering she wrapped her arms around herself.
"That should do it. Now get your but over there and eat." The man towered over her,
holding an empty, dripping bucket. Her face twisted in anger.
"Don't even start. Now get over there before I drag you out of this house and toss
you into the river. I'm sure you'll sleep fine as an ice cube if that's what you
He smirked, and lumbered over to the fireplace that she had been laying next too.
She glared at him, as she slowly made her way over to a small table with a plate of
meat scraps, and what looked like a bowl of vegetable soup. Angera wrinkled her nose
in disgust. She had to wake up for this?
"That looks gross." She muttered, glaring down at the food. A mocking laugh was her
only reply. She glowered, and fell into her seat, still eying the food as if it would
bubble and turn to mud at any moment. Eventually, she lifted the wooden spoon from
the table, and dipped it into the soup. Lifting it to her lips, she took a tiny sip,
but it was to little to taste. Curling her lips, she put the whole thing in her
mouth.... only to spit it out immediately.
"This is disgusting?! What did you put in it?!" She raged.
She was suddenly spun around, and clamped tightly around the chin. The mans scolding
face looming before her.
"Eat. The. Food." He spat, saying each word with emphasis like she was a small child.
She squirmed in protest, ready to spit out insults, but the spoon was shoved into her
The man was feeding her like a baby. She glared daggers at him, refusing to swallow.
He glared right back.
"Swallow." He said harshly.
She smiled sweetly, and spat the soup out in his face.
An hour later, she was sitting at the table, eating her cold soup quietly. Two fading
red marks on her lower chin.
She didn't think he'd actually sit there for an hour waiting for her to eat... She
glanced over at him, and watched as he chipped away at a small piece of wood. It
looked as if he was carving a star. Looking down at her soup bowl, she could see the
traced of the bottom. So she quickly lifted the bowl, and quietly sipped the rest,
munching on the meat scraps afterwards. She turned in her seat to face him. He was
sitting in a cushioned chair with its' back to her, facing the fire.
"I've.... finished my dinner." She said cautiously. She awaited for an answer and
found none. An idea popped into her head, and she lifted the bowl, carrying it over
to the basin, and washed it with cold water, scrubbing with a rough sponge-like ball.
Drying it with a wooly cloth, she set it on a pile inside a thick wooden cabinet. She
wondered if everything in the house was made by the man.
Turning again, she slowly approached the chair.
"Uh... I've eaten and cleaned up my mess...."
She waited again for an answer, and still found none. Her eyes caste downward in
sadness, she stood in silence for a few minuets, watching him chip away at the wood
with a small knife.
Finally, she broke the silence.
"I...... I'm very sorry.... for what I did..." She began, her eyes glancing up at the
chair, and the part of the mans face she could see from her angle.
"P-please...... if you would.... c-could you maybe forgive me..?" She lowered her
eyes even more, and froze. Waiting for an answer.
When once more, she heard no reply, her face reddened, and she began to turn away,
when she heard a light chuckle. Facing the man quickly, she saw a small smile on his
lips. A strange look in his eyes. What was it..?
"All you need to do.. is ask." He said quietly his deep voice, that didn't seem so
much like a growl once you listened close enough. A smile slowly formed on Angeras'
face. Her eyes filled again, and she wiped them quickly away with a small squeak of a
END OF PART TWO
I know, no Cliff-hanger this time just in case it gets to late to read the last
part! (Which I will work start to work on as soon as I post this one in the RP page
xDD Sorry you had to wait so long Softie!!! <33
Last edited: 7 January 2012