White Maid (Rewrite)

His Butler, Something Suspicious & His Maid, Escaping

It had been a horrible day. Angelica Laverne, an angel who rarely left her home, had gone out shopping. Perhaps... if she had not left, her father would still be alive. Or, she would have died alongside him. She could remember every moment. 

She remembered waking in the morning, rushing to the dining room where she kissed her father on the cheek, he had been sitting at the head of the table. Dressed in his usual white gold angelic arch uniform. (Basically a prince charming uniform with medallions is what I'd picture). The Arch smiled lovingly at his daughter and greeted her. She sat across from him, rambling a bit. Lucian came over and set her food down in front of her, and she had thanked him with the brightest smile on her face. Her father had chuckled, explained he had work to do for the day, suggested she go out and have fun. Angelica had been ecstatic. She was rarely allowed out of the manor as it was. She jumped at the opportunity of escape.

If only she'd known the true reason her father was sending her away, she might have stayed and fought. She remembered leaving for the day. She kissed her father goodbye. And his last words haunted her for the rest of eternity.

"Angelica." He'd grabbed her arm stopping her before she left. "Yes, Papa?" She asked. He looked at her, an almost regretful look on his face. "Know that whatever happens my dove, everything I do is for you. No matter what, I love you. Everything I do is to protect you." He held his daughter close for a few silent moments. Angelica looked a little worried, "Papa, is something wrong? You are acting strange." Michael Laverne shook his head. "No. Everything is fine, my daughter. Now go, have fun." Angelica looked a little hesitant, but her father smiled warmly, "Go on dear. Enjoy yourself." Angelica nodded and crashed into his arms once more, inhaling the scent of her father, he smelled greatly of the oceanic cologne he wore, but underneath was a faint scent of cinnamon. Angelica smiled brightly at him, "I'll see you later, Papa." 

The next time she saw him....

"Papa!"

She walked into the Laverne Manor. 

"I'm home!"

Silence greeted her.

"Papa?"

She walked down the hall and noticed the door to his office slightly ajar. His chair was turned towards the window. She laughed and walked over/ "Oh, there you are Papa! I was worried!" There was no greeting. She frowned. "Papa? Papa why do you not answer me?" She walked over and she noticed the blood. Her heart stopped. 

"Papa?"

Her voice was quiet, almost a nonexistent whisper. She stepped closer. And then she saw the body. She dropped the goods in her arms and screamed.

Her father's body was mangled. The only part of him intact was his face. There was a look of horror in his eyes. His wings were twisted and broken, his arms and legs twisted round in awkward angles, the worst was the sword impaled in his back. Angelica's screams worsened and Lucian came running in, sword drawn. "My lady?! What-" He stopped when he found her kneeling in her father's blood, crying. "My god..." Lucian breathed in shock, his sword clattering to the ground. He watched in shock as the blonde angel before him tried to shake her father awake from his eternal slumber. "Papa! Papa, no! Papa wake up! Please! Don't leave me, Papa!" 

Then there was those awful moments where the Angelic Guard burst in, the Arch Gabriel at the head. "No!" Gabriel roared, spotting the Arch's body. His golden gaze whipped to the daughter of the deceased. "You! You half breed! You killed him!" Angelica looked horrified. "No! No! I would never kill him! Never!" Gabriel sneered, "I knew it was a mistake allowing you to remain in Heaven! You should have gone to your mother!" Angelica was in tears, "I didn't kill Papa! You know I wouldn't! Uncle Gabriel!" Gabriel snarled, "It cannot be helped. You may not have done it on purpose, it may not have been intentional. So I will not hold that against you." He narrowed his eyes at her, calming himself as much as he could. "But the Arch of Heaven is dead." He narrowed his eyes. "And you are the only one here. No one else was here. You are the only one who could possibly be the killer." He knelt down before her. "You were born an abomination, Angelica." He murmured, tilting her chin up, "Your mother a Fallen who fell once for a demon, only to marry the Arch of Heaven and conceive his child. You. A half bred angel." He sighed, "Such a story might sound cliché, but you are anything but, niece." Angelica choked on tears as he pet her hair like she were a small lap dog. "I knew this was a mistake." He said, "You meant no harm. You could simply not control yourself. You are the demon of Heaven. The only creature alive that comes close to resembling a demon in the vicinity. You are the only being in Heaven capable of murder." He sighed, stepping away. "Lock her up." He ordered, "Then let us move the Arch's body for the burial." Angelica was screaming. Lucian, who was still in shock, was escorted from the room by Amara, shaking as he did.