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So Called Angel

Novel By: Oakwood
Fantasy



(This is my entry for VintageBubblegumClub's Spark of Imagination Contest)

When an angel falls from Heaven, he discovers that what he believed all his life was not true. Forced to take on his new identity, will the ones he loves be affected badly enough to turn against him? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 30, 2013    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


Iris slowly came out from where she stood, what she saw horrified her. The Veytalic, once again in it's demonic form had its boney fingers wrapped around Chase's wrist. He appeared to be trying to pull him into the shadows where an evil presence could be felt.

"Chase!" His head snapped up and turned to face Iris.

"Iris what are you doing here?" The once bright blue of his eyes had begun to fade into a dark blue, almost black. "You need to get out of here, now." His voice had a slight echo to it. Iris took a step closer to him.

"Chase I know what you are and you can't go with him! It will only make things worse." The surprise on his face took a moment to register before he spoke.

"It's the only way I can protect you guys. I won't be able to control myself. What if I hurt you? Or Samuel? Or even Angelique?" The Veytalic at his side was growing impatient.

"He must come! Leave now you stupid angel!" Iris stood her ground. Suddenly dark shadows shaped like demonic creatures started reaching out and gripping her faintly glowing wings, clawing at her.

The Veytalic began pulling Chase further away, he could see a face hidden in darkness. The eyes glowed like two burning coals in its skull.

"Let her go!" At his voice the shadows paused, Chase felt an energy coursing through his veins, a burning that felt it would eat through his skin if he didn't release it. Reaching inside himself, he let that power out. A warm sensation rushed through his fingertips, looking at them he saw flames burning from them; his vision was rimmed in a light glow. The Veytalic dropped his wrist and stepped back as the shadows it had created slipped away.

Iris stood wide-eyed as flames came from Chase's hands and his eyes glowed with a bright light. The shadows loosened their grip on her wings. "How are you doing that?" She had never seen anything like this happen.

Chase cut the flow of his new found power. The flames died away until they were gone and the shadows once again crept closer. "I don't know how I did that." He looked up at Iris.

"You haven't figured it out yet?" The Veytalic looked at Chase. "You're a Demonic Veytalic, or as we now know, a Fire Veytalic." Both Chase and Iris looked confused. "Sometimes a Veytalic is born with special abilities. Chase here was born in the flaming region of the Underworld giving him the powers of fire. This makes him a Fire Veytalic; I on the other hand harness the powers of darkness, making me a Demonic Veytalic." Chase took all of this in quietly.

"What exactly was your mission?"

"I suppose I can tell you now. My mission was to find the lost Prince, you. Then I was to bring him back home."

"What if I don't want to go back?" The Veytalic laughed.

"You have no choice. Being a Prince means that your daddy was and still is the King of the Underworld. If you want to disobey his orders, go right ahead."

When he said this, a figure slowly stepped out of the shadows where the Veytalic had been dragging Chase. A slick , black cloak was wrapped around its long, thin frame. Skin as pale as death was scarred and blistered in places. His hair was shiny and black, held back with a dark satin ribbon. The eyes lost their flaming appearance, now replaced by a shade of blue that matched Chase's. When he spoke it was a voice Chase recognized; sleek, dark, and cryptic.

"Chase, it has been so long since my gaze fell upon you. You have grown into an excellent Prince, although the choice in babysitters was far from perfect." Chase felt drawn to this figure, but he didn't dare move any closer. "Come now, it is rude to not greet your father when he speaks to you." Without realizing it, Chase had begun walking towards this man. A smile slid across the man's face, Chase couldn't control his own movements.

"Chase snap out of it!" Iris cried to him, but the power over him was too great.

"Silence you winged freak or I shall banish you to the deepest pit of the Underworld!" The man's voice radiated with power that cut Iris' voice away. Turning back to Chase, he beckoned him with one long finger. "Come my son. Come rule at my side as one of the most powerful Veytalics in history!" A crazed look passed across his face. Chase was powerless against this ancient energy. He stood before this powerful creature, felt the energy pulsing from him. To his right a portal was opening. Opening to take him home, where he would be with his own kind, not having to worry about hurting anyone. The man swept an arm towards it, making Chase enter first. Bowing his head, he obeyed. He thought of Iris and Samuel, of all the angels that had taken him in. He thought of Angelique and Santino, two innocent lives that could have been ruined. He heard Angelique's voice calling out to him one last time. He looked up suddenly, it had sounded so real. The man moved closer towards him, trying to block his view but Chase had seen it. An old pick-up truck, ready to quit was rumbling across the sun-baked land toward them. From where he stood before the swirling vortex, Chase could clearly see Angelique shouting from the passenger seat. Old Santino driving the truck to its limits was hollering beside her.

The truck hit a bump, breaking the front axle and sending the whole thing spinning. "No!" Chase tried to run to the mass of metal as it crashed into a rock. The hand of his father held him back. He watched helplessly as the engine caught fire, exploding in the starry night. "Please, let me go!" The grip on his shoulder tightened as he was forced towards the swirling vortex.





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