An Original Novel
“An angel?” Ario repeated, “Like... An actual... angel?”
“Yes,” Mr. Pacrifa confirmed, “I didn't want to acknowledge it. I loved her so much, I just couldn't believe she was anything except human. I wouldn't. It was the only time I could block out my powers. Sometimes, little bits of her true nature would slip into my perception, but I brushed it off as nothing. I wanted her to be human, and so for me she was. When she fell pregnant, with you, though, I could tell something was wrong. She knew about my abilities, knew how the child must have felt. She begged me to look past it, but... It wasn't like with her. She was made of light and purity, but this child... The older it got, the more I could feel the corruption and wrongness of it. I couldn't believe it was my own, anymore – That would mean I would have to admit that Asara was not as human as I made myself believe she was. I couldn't stay. I just couldn't.”
“You're a coward,” Ario hissed, suddenly.
“You have no idea what it's like-” Mr. Pacrifa began.
“I don't care!” Ario snapped, “You had a responsibility to Mom. You had a responsibility to your newborn child. You were so immersed in your own feelings, you didn't even bother to think what would happen to us! Mom loved you! You claim you cared about her, but when she needed you most, you abandoned her! You abandoned both of us! You are the real monster here! Not me, not her – YOU!” Ario turned and left the room, the house. He walked across the lawn and down the street, not stopping even when Lory called out to him. If he never saw that man, again, it'd be too soon. To abandon someone you claim to care about, it was unthinkable. To claim he ever loved her at all was a disrespect to her very name.
“I'm going to be very professional right now,” Lory sighed, turning back to Mr. Pacrifa, “Because if I make this at all personal, I will punch my fist through your face. Ario is my best friend. I promise you, one word from him and I will use every one of my resources to make your life a living hell. It may not seem like much to you, but I work for a top secret organization that specializes in just that, so don't test me.” He stared at her, alarmed. Rosa took his hand, scared.
“Ario is a rare species known as the Nephilim,” she explained, calmly, “Half human, half angel. Because of his psychic side from you, he's got a greater power than most of his kind. I assume his mother was a freelance angel, mostly just because he's unaware of his own status, she bonded with you and he doesn't seem to have any or he has very little practice with his abilities. The Nephilim were supposedly wiped out in a great flood during the time of Noah. The majority of these ones had been soldiers created for the sake of Heaven, but they came to learn they were able to control the angels that ruled over them and began to revolt. The angels killed them off to keep from becoming a slave to their own creations. Since then, few other records of Nephilim have been found. One man, Sir Eliangelos Von Kahmi, bonded with a freelance angel – Similarly to you, although I assume you never completed the actual bonding process, considering you were trying to deny Asara's true nature.”
“Sir Eliangelos Von Kahmi had one daughter with his wife, but after he died, both she and the angel he originally bonded with disappeared. I assume they ran, knowing their child would no longer be able to be protected, considering the death of your bonded usually weakens you significantly. It is probably likely the child was hunted down by the angels – or perhaps someone else – and killed, knowing the child would eventually become far more powerful than could be allowed. I know we have at least two, possibly three, angels that will help us, but they're all lower level angels. Others will come here, seeking information on your son. If ever you have love Asara or if any part of you was ever an honorable man, you will deny ever meeting us. This son of yours was an abomination you abandoned when he was born and your wife was as human as could be. You have never met him – You don't even know his name.”
“W-what if I don't?” Mr. Pacrifa challenged.
“Trust me, Mr. Pacrifa,” she smiled, “Whatever you think the angels might do to you, I can do far, far worse.” With that, she left, leaving the two standing in the living room quaking with what was bound to come.
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“I'm sorry your dad was such a disappointment, Ario,” Lory said, as they sat at a restaurant, fast food sitting in front of them that neither of them would eat, “I could still make his life miserable, if you like.”
“Revenge won't help anything,” Ario bit, “We have more important matters, anyways. Is there anything you know of that you can use to summon something?”
“Something as in...?” she clarified.
“An angel,” Ario answered.
“I don't think so,” she admitted, “At least, not one that doesn't require something of theirs or a connection with them someone – Like a bond or something. Why do you ask?”
“I think we should try to contact Ashriel and Damiel,” Ario answered.
“Really? I mean, Damiel is great and all, but Ashriel is kind of an asshat,” Lory stated.
“Do you have any better ideas, Lory?” Ario asked.
“You could sign up for the Occultary,” she suggested, “They'd protect you, Ario. I guarantee it.”
“No, Lory,” Ario frowned, lowering his voice, “I'm not exactly human, remember? They'll want to figure out how I tick. We're better off staying completely out of their radar.”
“You could always try praying to him,” she pouted.
“What?” Ario blinked.
“Yeah,” she replied, “You know. People are always praying to angels and it's supposed to work, so you could give it a shot.”
“That's a stupid idea,” Ario crinkled his nose.
“I'm sorry,” she snipped, “I didn't hear you coming up with a better one.”
The two of them found an abandoned house on the edge of town and sneaked in through the back. The rooms were empty bar for a few pieces of mostly broken furniture. The windows were covered with dusty shades and they had a few flashlights and a couple of candles between them.
“Here we are,” Lory said.
“Does it have to be this dingy place?” Ario frowned.
“Well, yeah,” Lory replied, “You didn't expect us to squat in somewhere pristine, did you? Someone might notice.”
“Squatting?” Ario disapproved, “Really?”
“You told your mom you were going camping, Man,” Lory shrugged, “Besides, we need a base for the next few days and I don't wanna waste all my dust on taking us back and forth between here and the Lastry.”
“Whatever,” Ario pouted.
“Why don't you call your boyfriend,” Lory suggested, “I'm gonna go get some stuff. Don't do anything stupid.”
“I wasn't-” Ario called, but she was already gone. He sighed and took a seat on a upside down box.
“Um... So, Ashriel. Hey,” he swallowed, closing his eyes and bowing his head, awkward feelings stirring in him, “I... I don't know if you can hear me or something, but I could really use your help, so if you could come down here... Uh, yeah. If it helps, Lory left, so maybe you could? Thanks... I guess.” He lifted his head and looked around. No angels. Great. He just did that whole stupid thing for nothing. Well, Lory would like to know the whole prayer thing didn't actually work, at leas-
The wind outside picked up and howled around the house, even though it'd been nearly nonexistent moments before. He stood up, startled, when one of the windows suddenly opened, the curtain blowing out of the way, the light coming through the entrance. He reached into his bag and pulled out the first thing he wrapped his hands around, aiming it at the window. A single bird flew into the window and landed on the ground. The bird suddenly became a person and Ario beamed at his arrival.
“You made it,” he laughed.
“I don't usually receive prayers,” Ashriel stated, “It seemed rude not to answer.”
“I honestly didn't know if you'd answer,” Ario grinned.
“You seem to have chosen the same weapon, despite this,” Ashriel said. Ario looked at his and and the red spray paint stared back at him like an old friend.
“I guess I did,” Ario chuckled, placing it back in his bag.
“Have you figured out what you are, Ario Pacrifa?” Ashriel inquired.
“You can just call me Ario,” he suggested, “And yeah. I did.”
“What is it, then?” Ashriel demanded.
“Something called a Nephila,” Ario answered, “Half-angel, half-human. Apparently very powerful – Especially considering my missing father is a psychic.”
“I am aware of what the Nephilim are,” Ashriel frowned, “It does explain why I couldn't help but take that order from you, the other day. You are quite rare, Ario.”
“I need to know,” Ario said, “Am I in danger?”
“That is up to you,” Ashriel answered, “I have no reason to report you to my superiors. You are no threat – Yet. I would advise you to forget this small part of your unfortunate life and go back to normal. Of course, you won't die, but-”
“Wait, what?” Ario stopped him.
“The Nephilim are immune to old age,” Ashriel answered, “I wouldn't say you're immortal, because that would take a deeper connection with the half of yourself that is angelic, but time will have no effect on you.”
“Yeah, but if I do that, won't I outlive everyone I know?” Ario asked.
“Besides your mother, yes,” Ashriel confirmed, “You could always kill yourself after a lifetime. I know of at least three angels that could put in a good word for you. Normally the Nephilim aren't allowed a place in Heaven, but exceptions could be made.”
“But what about Sir Eliangelos Von Kahmi's daughter?” Ario asked, “She didn't do anything wrong, did she? Is she still alive?”
“No,” Ashriel answered.
“Well, what happened to her?” Ario demanded.
“She was killed,” Ashriel replied.
“By what?” Ario prompted.
“That is confidential information, Ario,” Ashriel answered.
“Come on,” Ario insisted, “Was it someone? A group of people? Am I in danger of the same fate?” Ashriel looked away, silently.
“Hey! Ashriel – You have to tell me,” Ario moved closer, getting in his view, “Am I in danger?”
“I could get in severe trouble for telling you even what I already have,” he stated, “Why should I risk my rank, which I have worked so hard to get, to help an abomination like you?”
“Because I'm asking for your help,” Ario gazing at him, the glaring green eyes struggling with the decision before them, “I know you're not the hard shell that you pretend you are. I'm not going to hurt you like you think humans will – I need you.”
“How could you promise that?” Ashriel growled, “You're just a man.”
“I'm not, though,” Ario insisted, “God, I wish I was, but I'm not. Trust me, Ashriel.” He held out his hand, offering it to the angel before him. Ashriel stared at it a moment, contemplating the words. Humans were known for trickery and deception. To crush hearts and leave them in alleyways, but something told Ashriel that this one was different. It might have been his Nephilic genetics. It may have been the passion in his words – As if at least he believed them to be true. Either way, Ashriel lifted his hand and they took hold of the others forearm. A slight glow emitted between them, brightening their faces. Both sets of eyes lit in a blinding flash of light. Almost as quickly as it happened, it was over and Ario stared at Ashriel in confusion.
“That was a companionship bond,” he explained, calmly, a slight smile on his face. It'll be useful later. I must warn you, Ario. You've started on a dangerous path. Perhaps more so than you will ever truly understand.”
“I'm ready – Whatever it is,” Ario assured.
“I'm not sure you are,” Ashriel replied, “But it's now my job to make sure you are. We should wait for the human theolophile.”
“What? Why?” Ario asked.
“Because you'll need to bond with her as well,” he replied.
“I can do that?” he asked, uncertain.
“Of course,” Ashriel smirked, “You're part angel and an angel can bond with whomever they wish, however they wish, as long as the other is consenting. She's human, so it won't be the same for her as it would for, say, you and I, but it could still exist.”
“Huh,” Ario considered, “What about my mom?”
“Family bonds are established at birth,” Ashriel explained, “Not only between you and your mother, but also your father and any siblings – Including half siblings.”
“Wait, so say I had half sisters,” Ario said, “They'd be bonded to me – Even if I'd never met them?”
“Theoretically, yes,” he confirmed, “Do you... Have half sisters?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, “My dad had two daughters – Eve and Mary.”
“Those names are biblical,” Ashriel noted, “It's rather interesting actually.”
“What about it?” Ario asked.
“The woman who brought about the fall of humanity and the woman who saved it,” Ashriel clarified.
“Huh. That is kind of interesting,” Ario agreed. They waited for Lory to return, talking to one another. Finally, she walked in and stared at the two of them, chatting away like old friends.
“Phoebe,” she greeted him, darkly.
“Mortal,” he returned.
“Guys... Come on,” Ario groaned, looking between the two of them.
“Why's he still here?” Lory inquired.
“We were waiting for you,” Ashriel answered, “It would make little sense to make Ario tell you what must be said after I had already explained it to him. Besides, I want to be here to oversee Ario's bonding process.”
“To oversee what?” she demanded, looking at Ario, confused.
“The bonding process,” Ario replied, “Angel, and Nephilim, have different levels of bonding – Family, Mate and Friendship. He didn't want you to know anything until we were officially bonded as friends.”
“Right,” she understood, “So... How does it work?”
“Well, the way Ashriel and I did it-” Ario lifted his arm, slightly.
“Wait! You bonded with him first?” Lory demanded, shooting a him an angry look, “He still likes me the best, Phoebe.”
“We'll see about that, Mortal,” he stated.
“Guys!” Ario snapped, “Knock it off! Christ.”
“So, how does it work?” Lory inquired, giving the angel the stink-eye.
“As I was saying,” Ario rolled his eyes, holding up his arm, “We just have to...”
“Got it,” Lory replied.
“I should warn you,” Ashriel said, calmly, “If Lory even catches a glimpse of your eyes, Ario, she'll be permanently blinded. I suggest she close them and keep them closed, tight.”
“That would be something to mention,” Ario muttered.
“I wasn't going to,” Ashriel shrugged, “But then I remembered you wouldn't know.”
“Bitch,” Lory growled, closing her eyes and putting out her arm. Ario repeated the bonding process with Lory, a glowing light passing between them. No light came from Lory's eyes, but Ario's burned just as brightly as before.
“Excellent,” Ashriel stated, indifferently, once they'd pulled away. Lory inspected her arm, expecting it to explode or something, “Now, I suggest you both take a seat.”
“What exactly are you telling us, again?” Lory inquired, sitting on the box Ario had discarded from earlier; Ario leaned against the wall.
“Sir Eliangelos Von Kahmi,” Ashriel began, “Had a daughter. Her name was Rebecca. His wife was a freelance angel by the name Milton. After Sir Eliangelos Von Kahmi died, his daughter and his bonded angel disappeared. Presumably, they were seeking refuge from the towns people, who would have otherwise began to notice they neither aged nor died. They were being followed, however – Hunted. There are several groups after the Nephilim and their parental angels, some angel, some not.”
“The first group was a collection of angels that were involved with the early Nephilim. They remember the monsters of old and have taken it upon themselves to rid the Earth of them,” Ashriel explained, “The second group is the angels who feel the need to punish the freelance angels. Many of them abandoned their posts and led lives apart from the Father. We have radicals upstairs, as well. They invoke judgment on both the parent, who has strayed, and the child, who is of unholy origin. The third ones are the freelance angels, themselves. They're mostly jealous of the angels that have bonded when they have not. You shouldn't have to worry too much about them because as far as they're concerned, you're a bastard child.”
“Oh. Thanks,” Ario rolled his eyes.
“Their opinion,” Ashriel held up his hand, “And we'd prefer it that way, frankly. After that, there's the other Nephilim. Many of them are rejected or raised to be monsters, so it's quite understandable they'd be barbaric. Again, you shouldn't have to worry about them. Most are dead, anyways. Then, of course, there are the humans. The Occultary specializes in research. They'll not stop until they have all the information they want and then they'll dispose of you. There is also a group called the New Age Exorcists. They don't necessarily hunt Nephilim specifically, but a mix of all the unnatural. Most wont care if you're not evil – They'll off you, anyways. The demons are going to be annoying, but as long as we don't have to deal with anything besides the titmice, we should be alright. In general, you should just avoid anything else that might try and kill you – You aren't quite immortal, remembered.”
“Is that it?” Lory asked.
“As far as I'm aware, yes,” Ashriel confirmed.
“Thank you, Ashriel,” Ario said.
“You are welcome,” he nodded, “If you require my assistance, again, you may pray to me. I will answer.”
With that, he was gone.