an interview with an angel and devil hybrid

the beginning part two

My mom gazes at me with a warm, gentle smile that lights up her face. She softly asks me to go wake my brothers, her voice filled with a comforting lilt, urging me to remind them that breakfast is nearly ready and on the table. The enticing aroma of pancakes and sizzling bacon wafts through the air hinting at the delicious feast awaiting us.

The first door I stop at is my eldest brother Lucius's room. At 56 years old, he stands at 6 feet 7 inches and carries an air of authority. Like our dad, he has some devil in him. He is 50% angel and 50% devil.

His midnight blue hair is striking, shaved close on the sides, while that top flows with a wild, untamed elegance. Beneath the arch of his brow are two dark gold slits for eyes that glimmer like embers, hinting at his mischievous nature. Sprouting from his head are two vibrant cornflower blue horns, their curves both majestic and menacing. Completing his unique appearance, his navy blue smokey wings unfurl from his back, a breathtaking sight marred only by the golf ball-sized holes that pepper their surface, telling tales of battles fought and won.

I rapped my knuckles against his door, the sound echoing softly in the quiet hallway. After a few moments of silence, I knock again this time more insistently. A low groan drifted through the wood, followed by Lucius's muffled voice thick with sleep. "Go away," he grumbles.

A smile crept across my face, and I couldn't help but chuckle at his grumpiness. With a teasing lilt in my voice, I call out, "Mom and Dad say that breakfast is almost ready. You better get dressed and come downstairs!" The thought of pancakes and bacon waiting for him was enough to stir even the sleepiest of souls.

I hear Lucius let out a deep, resonant groan once more, followed by the unmistakable sound of shifting movement. A playful smile spreads across my face as I make my way down the corridor, my footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor. After passing two ornate doors adorned with intricate carvings, I came to a halt in front of my second brother's room.

My second brother, Gabriel, stands behind that door, a figure of divine grace. He is not just any celestial being he is an archangel, a majestic presence with the unique archangel symbol tattooed under his left ear. His forest-green hair cascades to his shoulders, reminiscent of lush greenery, while his eyes shine with the brilliance of emeralds, capturing the very essence of nature's beauty.

The clear wings that unfold from his back shimmer like dew-kissed leaves in the morning sunlight, each feather glinting with iridescent hues. Cluched firmly in his hand is a striking double-ended sword, a weapon of both elegance and power, reflecting his strong, six-foot frame. At 31 years old, Gabriel embodies the perfect blend of youthful vigor and timeless wisdom, an embodiment of the angelic spirit that inspires awe in all who encounter him.

I gently knock on Gabriel's door, the sound echoing softly in the quiet hallway. Almost instantly, I hear his cheerful voice call out, "Come in!"

Pushing the door open, I step inside and take in the scene. Gabriel stands in front of his mirror, nearly finished with his outfit. His hair is slightly tousled, and he has a playful grin on his face. "Hey, squirt, happy birthday!" He exclaims, glancing back at me over his shoulder in the mirror, his eyes sparkling with excitement. The warmth of his greeting fills the room, making me feel special on this day.

I flash him a bright smile and cheerfully say, "Thanks! As Mom and Dad say, breakfast is almost ready." His eyes meet mine, and with a nod, he assures me that he will be down shortly. I return his nod with a warm smile, then turn on my heel and make my way down the softly carpeted hallway. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows.

As I come up to Lucius's door, I pause and give it a gentle knock, the sound echoing softly in the stillness. When silence follows, I call out his name, my voice carrying through the house. Almost instantly, I hear his voice float back from the first floor lively and carefree. "I am down in the kitchen," He yells. "Breakfast is ready." A sense of excitement bubbles up within me at the thought of delicious food waiting for me.

I descend the staircase, the wooden steps creaking softly beneath my feet. I make my way into the warm, inviting kitchen. Just as I approach my seat, a playful breeze tousles my hair. I glance up to find Gabriel grinning at me, his laughter filling the air with a light-hearted energy.

We settle around the table, which is adorned with a vibrant spread. Dad is roaming through the fridge, his 6 busy extracting a bottle of milk, a jug of freshly squeezed juice, and a container of rich golden syrup. Meanwhile, Mom carefully places a grand plate of fluffy pancakes in the center of the table, their golden-brown surfaces glistening with warmth, promising a delicious breakfast ahead.

I carefully select a plate from the stock and place two golden-brown pancakes onto it, their fluffy surfaces slightly glistening with buttery promise. Next, I pick up a handful of vibrant red strawberries, their juice-rich skin gleaming in the light, and scatter them generously atop the pancakes. I reach for a can of whipped cream, releasing a soft cloud of airy sweetness that cascades down the pancakes, creating a deliciously inviting sight. Finally, I drizzle rich amber syrup over everything, watching as it glides down the sides and pools onto the plate.

Just as I am about to dive in with my fork, my mom gently places a small birthday candle in the center of my pancakes. My dad leans in and ignites the candle with the tip of his finger with smiles all around; my family begins to sing, "Happy Birthday" in harmonious voices. I close my eyes and make a wish, then blow softly on the flickering flame, watching it extinguish in a puff of smoke, leaving only the sweet aroma of celebration in the air.

I smile, take the candle out of the pancakes, and begin to eat. After a few bites, I looked up at my dad and told him that the pancakes tasted amazing. Just then, in walks Azreal with a cake and a present in hand. They smile at me and hand me the gift. I noticed a handmade card sitting on top of it. I open the card, and inside says, "No matter what, you are an angel or a devil, I will always be there for you!"

I unwrap the gift, revealing a box inside. I open the box, and inside is a beautiful black and white outfit. I lift the outfit out of the box to get a better look at it. "It's for the academy. They give you your uniform, but I thought you might like this better. I made it out of old uniforms. My sister and I had lying around." Azreal says.

"Wow, this is amazing, Azreal! I love it!" I say, reaching to my side to hug them.

"You're welcome! Oh, by the way, my soul-flame is outside. I found him today; he has been on earth this entire time. Is it ok for him to come inside? I want the two of you to meet!" Azreal says happily.

I smile and nod my head excitedly. They go back outside to retrieve their soul-flame. My family begins cleaning the table, placing the dishes in the sink, and putting the unfinished food into ziploc bags before storing them in the fridge. Azreal returns hand in hand with a male angel. "Cecil, this is David, my soul-flame," Azreal says as they introduce us to each other.

I say hi to David and continue eating my breakfast. As I'm finishing my food, my family looks at me and hands me a tie. "Cecil, we have a surprise for you, and we want you to blindfold yourself so you can't see it till we're ready," my dad says as he gives me the tie.

I nod my head and tie the tie around my eyes, making a makeshift blindfold. "Cecil, can you see anything, hunny?" I hear my mom ask. I shake my head to signal no and then feel hands on my arms. "Okay, sweetie, I am going to help you stand and then lead you to the living room couch." My mother says.

Before I know it, I am up from the chair and feel the couch behind my knees. I lower myself down onto the couch and sit. My mom tells me I can take the blindfold off on the count of three, I nod my head and hear rustling. "Ok, 3...2...1... You can take the blindfold off." My dad says.

I remove the blindfold, and before me, I see a backpack, books, and everything I would need for my new life at the boarding school, the Academy. On the living room table, I also spot a dragon egg and an envelope. I gasped at the sight of the egg, excited because I had always wanted a dragon.

I reach over and grab the envelope from the living room table, then open it. Inside I find a small birthday card. When I open the card, it reads. "Happy birthday, princess. we hope your day is filled with joy and fun; love, Mom, Dad, Gabriel, and Lucius." Along with the card are two debit cards. My dad explains that one is for food and clothes and the other is for school supplies. I nod my head in understanding and hug my family one by one.

Hours Later

We stopped by the academy to get me signed up and to pick up my schedule for the morning. After that, we went to one of my favorite restaurants for dinner and then went to the movies. By the time we get home, it is already 11:30 at night.

"Ok, Cecil, it is time for you to go upstairs and get ready for bed. We want you well-rested for your transformation; you will need all the energy you can get," my dad says.

I nodded my head and went upstairs to my room. Once in my room, I changed into my Pajamas and climbed into bed; under the covers, I turned on my bedside lamp and picked up my book, reading a little until I felt tired enough to go to sleep.

I was deep in slumber when all of a sudden, I felt sharp pains all over my body. At first, the pain was mild and didn't wake me, but gradually, it intensified. I jumped out of bed and raced to the bathroom, turned on the light to see what was happening.

I screamed in pain. As I look in the mirror, what I see takes my breath away: My hair has turned into horns, I have black angel wings, and my eyes are two different colors; one is black as smoke, and the other is white as snow, and I have a white devil's tail.

"Cecil! Cecil, are you ok!?" I hear someone shout from outside my bathroom door. I am still in shock that I can't answer. Suddenly, the door comes crashing down, burning on the front side. My dad steps over the fallen door and walks in. he sees my pajama shirt ripped open in the back and exclaims, "Oh honey, wow," as he looks at me.

My mom follows behind him with my brothers trailing after her. "Sweetie, are you ok?" My mom asks, worry filling her voice.

Finally, I found my voice. "Yes, but I am still in pain," I tell my parents, my voice filled with agony; I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and try to relax. As I do, I notice the pain in my head starting to fade. I open my eyes and find my horns gon,e, and my hair is now reaching the middle of my back. However, my wings, tail, and eyes remain unchanged.

I completely relax and feel my wings flutter before settling flat against my back. I smile and let out a sigh of relief, happy that I can now lie down and get some much-needed sleep.

"Okay, Cecil, let's get you back into bed. You must be tired, and in the morning, we will go to the Tower of the Gods to figure out what this means and why you are like this. You will not be going to school until we find some answers," my dad says.