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Michael Zachary Evans
Legacy Name: Michael Zachary Evans

The Angelic Montre
Owner: furiousflamewolf

Age: 10 years, 9 months, 1 week

Born: June 6th, 2015

Adopted: 10 years, 9 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: June 6th, 2015

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

It´s time. They are here. But before I am going I want to tell you my story. It may be my last chance so listen carefully. Everything started 5000 years ago. I was young barely 17 at that time.My brothers and I we were trained to protect our home. Father always said there are creatures out there that are stronger than us. To be honest I was excited my wings had started to grow. They were still small but I had seen others like "us" with gorgeous wings. I wanted to have such wings too. Before you ask those "others" were protectors of our home and my father. Father is almighty, allknowing and he sees everything. Soon my brothers and I were being trained by the elite. The training was very hard but, in order to protect father and our home, we never complained. After a short rest we were about to leave when I noticed something...

...someone. He couldn´t have been older than me. The stranger had short black hair, his eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen. They shone in a soft emerald green. Then I noticed that he had wings too but in comparison to mine the were a bit larger and black. The strangers eyes were focused on the horizon I was about to say something when our eyes met. My chest felt heavy under his intense gaze. His eyes however were soft but just as I took a step forward I was startled by some noise. I turned my head to see who it was and when I looked back he was gone. It took me 300 years to see him again.

I was training alone I was 20 I didn´t need my brothers protection anymore. Besides I was way faster than them. My mentor said we had to choose a weapon to train and fight with. My weapon of choice you ask well I choose a sword to be precise a Flamberge or known to you as a flambard, flammard or Flammenschwert. Like I said I was trying to master it when I was interrupted. Out of instinct I swung my sword into the noise´s direction. My eyes widened in shock and my breath hitched a second. I looked into those beautiful emerald green eyes I had seen 300 years ago. Slowly I lowered my sword...

...the stranger approached me cautiously his hands raised as a sign of peace. I took a moment to look at him. His wings had grown noticeable they were beautiful. Still a bit confused I tilted my head. Before I had the chance to speak he said: "I am sorry I didn´t mean to scare you." I nodded still slightly confused. He chuckled and said. "My name is Belial what is yours ??" The only thing I got out was a weak "Michael." He smiled softly.

As the time went by we started to see each other more often. I discovered Belial was the perfect sparring partner. So it was a good work out for me too. I felt really comfortable being around himwe talked, we joked, we had fun it was really nice. 100 years went by and I had noticeably gotten stronger and faster. I slowly started to fall for him at that time I was so naive to believe it would last. I was so damn naive I should have known better.

It was a warm autumn afternoon we were relaxing after some heavy sparring. My fingers were interwined with his my head was on his chest. I giggled softly when he kissed my hair. We stayed like that for a few moments when he leaned in and whispered "I love you" into my ear. I shivered instantly and went on to kiss him on the mouth. Suddenly the weather changed the clear autumn sky turned into an angry grey. Before we knew it we were surrounded by my brothers. Belial shielded my body with his growling loudly. My brothers had their weapons ready. Panik flooded my veins...

..."Stop" I whispered my voice trembling. Gabriel growled in frustration. Then Uriel began to speak "Do you even know who he is Michael ??" I didn´t know what he was talking about. Before I could answer Zachriel spoke: "You foolish kid this is Belial prince and heir of hell son of the demon king Abaddon himself." My eyes widened in shock I felt my tears threatening to escape. "No." I whimpered weakly. Meanwhile Belial was trying to touch my hand "Mikey..." he whispered. I could see the agony in his eyes then anger flooded my veins. I growled in frustration. My anger took control. "You used me, you lied to me", I hissed. I didn´t even want to hear his answer my hands were shaking uncontrollably. "Mikey", he tried again. Angry I turned around "Don´t ever call me like that again ever, I hate you",I whispered. With that my brothers and I left.

Nearly 5000 passed I trained very hard and very much. I tried to forget him he was the enemy and someday I had to kill him. A small part of me craved for him though it was on those lonely nights that my heart ached for him. It never was meant to be. My mind had accepted it my heart hadn´t. At last I became an archangel and general in heavens army. My brothers and I had sworn to protect father and our home. It was an unavoidable clash between heaven and hell. I had heared that Belial had obtained the rank of Archdemon. This thing we had it meant nothing anymore not under this circumstances.

My story is reaching it´s end. 5000 years passed I am sitting in my room. My armour is on and I am still reminiscing on those memories. My flamberge is on my side and I know it will start soon. I take a deep breath Raphael steps in and informs me that the war will start soon. One last time I close my eyes and bathe in those memories they are worthless anyway. Before I can step outside I noticed a figured at the end of my room. Instantly I grab my sword before it hits it´s target it is blocked swiftly. Confused I look up and get lost in emerald orbs. My breathe hitches HE is standing in front of me. His sword safely secured in his belt. He takes a few steps forward until we are face to face...

...his hand reaches out to cup my cheek gently. I feel my body relax for a moment although it shouldn´t. His eyes are searching mine and then I feel it the wetness on my cheeks. His brows frown in worry and he uses his tumb to brush away my tears. Before I know what´s happening he already leaned in and captured my lips in a soft gentle kiss. As soon as it started it stopped. The demon turned around and disappeared but not before whispering "I never used you I still love you'."

My hand curls into a fist I am so angry so damn angry he really expects me to kill him after this.It is my duty though the tears threaten to fall again. Stubbornly I swallow them down I couldn´t deny that I still loved him too'...

...but it was never meant to be. For creatures like us there is no happy ending. Before I step outside I linger in the doorway for a second and whisper "I love you too'" into the empty room...

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