Divine Intervention Part One: Lost Hope (Teaser)
#1 of Divine Intervention
Hello everyone! Glad you all made it! This story is called Divine Intervention, and you'll see why pretty quick. Just an FYI, this is only a teaser of the story, and is not necessarily how the chapter will look in the end. Hope you all enjoy! (Warning, this story has extreme religious ties, but does not follow any stories. If you are religious, this may not be the story for you, as many major figures from multiple different religions are used throughout the series. Keep an open mind, and you'll be all right.)
Chapter I: No Forgiveness...
"How could you do this to us?!? After all we've done for you!" The elder wolf yelled.
"You think this is a choice!?! That I want to be like this?!?" The child responded.
"It's always been a choice! You just want to spite us!"
"You don't get it! You've never got it!"
The woman stood holding the man's arm, tears flowing down her fur. The back and forth lasted for a few more minutes before,
"You're not welcome here anymore! Get out!"
The child looked hurt and surprised. He turned his head and tears fell from his eyes as he closed them.
"Fine then, I'm out of here!"
He turned, grabbed his things, and walked out.
All of this unfolded to the unseen figure crouching in the tree. As the child walked under it, wiping tears from his eyes as he went, the figure looked with saddened eyes at the boy, then with loathing at the parents. He then stood on the branch; which did not give even slightly under his weight, and with the grace of a cat, climbed the tree with impossible speed. His bare feet gave him excellent traction, and his bare chest keep him cool. The only clothes he wore were a plain set of boxers and a pair of light blue jeans.
He reached the top of the tree with ease, but his mood did not reflect his skill. He had been watching the child for many years, protecting him from any serious harm. This sudden turn of events had been foreseen, but was still unnerving to say the least.
He knew he had to defend the boy, and wanted to; but first he had something he had to do. He closed his eyes, and brought forth his wings. His back was marked by two symbols, tattoos of two black angel wings. They began to shimmer and grow as he concentrated. They then jumped off his back and became real, throwing a few feathers off his huge wings. It had been a while since he had done that and it took a small fraction of his energy to do so.
With that done, he started to form his cloak around himself. It, like his fur and wings, was as black as a moonless night. His pants dissolved into a black mist as the cloak covered his legs. Its hood fit perfectly around his ears. Three slits in the back allowed his tail to fit through and his wings to fold back up.
"That's better." He remarked as he "retracted" his wings, "Now, to deal with his parents."
The figure leapt from his perch and landed on the porch without a sound. Standing, he takes two long strides to the door. Raising his hand, he moves to knock, but is interrupted.
"Az, what are you doing?"
The black figure turned to the speaker. She was a white robbed dragon whose garbs matched his, though significantly less menacing and slightly less extravagant.
The dark clad wolf responded, "I am following my mandate, Valkyrie."
The dragoness was not impressed with her friend's answer, and responded in kind.
"Since when has your mandate included vigilantism, Azrael?"
"Punishment has always been mine to deal." The Archangel of Death replied.
"True, but for major crimes, not this..."
Azrael knew that her retort had truth within it, but he couldn't give in so easily. Their jobs were to protect the boy until he came back home to his true father in the High Heavens. Such was the way of Guardian Angels.
"... And it has been our way for thousands of years." Az finished.
Valkyrie sighed and shook her head.
"I didn't come here to fight over our laws, Azy. The High Council needs you for an important assignment. Something about an increase in hell spawn activity." She turned to leave. "Try not to keep them waiting this time. You are one of them, after all." With that, she shot into the sky, a trail of blinding light behind her.
Sighing himself, Azrael walks away from the patio to follow her, but not before turning to the door.
"I will avenge you soon, little one. Your parents will pay for their heresy."
One black streak was seen launching into the sky, leaving a moderately sized home. It would be reported as a sun spot by authorities, and this story was believed after sightings of the first blinding trail were authenticated. No one knew of the angels' interference on the mortal world, and with any luck, it would stay that way. For even the angels had secrets that couldn't be reconciled.