The Beginning

It's 1517

February 18th - 1517

Sent down to earth to figure out his way was Angel Nathaniel, Stormy grey eyes with bold eyelashes, broad shoulders, smooth thick bright pink lips, perfectly bushy brows, dark blonde hair that reached just under his ear, skin a light brown tone. He was brought down without his wings or magic, He didn't pick a side and was banished until he was ready to choose whose war he was going to fight in. He stood in the middle of a forest without any clothes, stumbling around like a confused deer, he screamed out as he was slowly starting to lose the glow in a blue light, bouncing into tree after tree and then thump! He was on the floor.

Through the small cracks of the branches and leaves, the light beamed into his eye, but that wasn't what woke him from his sleep. "I'm a Demon, not a slave, you pick him up I threw him the blanket." Bickering from two people woke him up. "I brought the blanket here!" The crunches of the rough mud, "Yes... but I put it on him." Nathaniel leans upon a tree, "What's going on?" The demon pushes himself in front of the girl smiling. "Hello there, I'm Tristan... The Devil's son, I'd make you get up to bow but I suppose you would want some clothes first." His short scruffy black hair blew in the wind, he has close-set eyes and his iris a deep red colour and his cuspid teeth were sharp you could cut your finger. He raises one eyebrow that is thin but bold, with small freckles around his nose and eyes with dark skin. "You should remember me... Rhain, do you know why they've brought you to earth?" Rhain's face was intense, Her yellow eyes were almost gleaming, button nose, eyebrows rounded and her hair was a long brown wave, pale skin and she was short. "They told me to choose a side and fight the war, but I don't believe in the cause... so how can I decide a fate? Humans deserve more than what your Fathers are trying to do, but why was I sent to earth?" She sighs and stares with her beady eyes, "You are the most powerful Angel... well, was. They took away your powers, but not choosing a side means that the war will be endless, only you can decide the fate of all of us." Nathaniel laughs, "Me? I'm the most powerful, they won't send me back to heaven or hell... This is great!" Tristan clutches his hand, "Since when was this 'Great' I have a home back in hell, girls, souls to crush. You're coming back with me, it's not an option or a discussion." Rhain pulls him back, "You're not allowed to drag him to hell, he has to be willing to go, didn't your father tell you?" Tristan smiles. "He told me to do anything and everything to bring. Him. Down." She rolls her eyes. "Typical." He nods, Nathaniel gets up holding the blanket tight to his body, "What are we supposed to do if I come with neither of you?" Tristan grabs his shoulder, "Well right now I'm stuck until you decide a fate, I will crush you, you have no powers, no strength." She pushes with full strength. "Your father also agrees to no physical torture." He huffs, In the darkness someone rises, everyone stares in the direction. "I am Quentin, Guardian of the path to heaven and hell, if you haven't decided to follow a path you may follow me." Nathaniel gets up wrapping the blanket around him, Tristan and Rhain both smuggle one word out. "Great!" They all follow behind the Guardian Quentin to an old mansion in the middle of a forest, "Every decade you stay we'll relocate, only if you go outside these walls and interact with the humans. If not, we can live here for longer." Tristan laughs, "We won't be here more than 5 years or less... right?" Nathaniel steps past the gate, "Forever." Rhain folds her arms in disbelief.

November 23rd - 1517

Quentin would roam the halls at night, but in the morning he'd sit in the living room staring at the garden. Tristan grabbed a piece of toast from Rhain's plate, "Excuse you!" He nods, "Your excused madam." He jumps on the seat from the back of the sofa planting himself next to Quentin, "Do you have a face? Do you eat at all? Are you like the grim reaper, I've never actually seen you do much actually... except waking me up in the night." Quentin doesn't move an inch, just hovers on the sofa, "He hasn't said anything and you think today's the day, just stop." Tristan twists around, "I want to go to the mortal house place!" Rhain rolls her eyes, "Are you stupid, we have to keep our identity quiet." He changes his eye colour, "We'd blend in, if I convince him, we go, I bet I can. If we're going to be bored we might as well see what this place looks like, what the mortals do." Nathaniel stands by the door, "Human. They're called humans, this is the reason I'm not picking a side, you treat them like toys. Angels treat them like switches, you turn them on then back off and you just throw them away, putting their souls in a happy box while Demons torture them." Tristan floats, "Right, The 'Human' Place, Can we go?" Nathaniel walks away.