Supernaturals

The Downfall is bringing the world to ruins while the Angels and Demons are at War. The Creator has designed a new race of beings to protect the humans from the Evil below as the Demons and Darkness try to take over the Heavens and the Light. Waking up as a new Supernatural is hard, not knowing who you are or why you were desgined, only to know you could die at any second. You were born for the rush of the fight and the blood lust. But how does Salem feel when he meets his human who is almost as stubborn as he Demons themselves? R&R

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3. Reflection

My hands were still stained the ashy gray of my fellow Supernaturals remains. I felt utterly sick. We had just witnessed a man dying-no, not dying, he was destroyed-yet it was if no one cared. Though, I suppose none of us had people to care for us, did we? We were all on our own. Razeal had pulled me to my feet at the end of the meeting, wiping me off, letting the ash rain down. As we all got rushed out of the room, I saw Angels coming down the hall toward us with a bag in hand. They had to clean up his remains. What would they do with him? I hadnt even known his name. I just kept my face clean of any emotions as Razeal led our team back to the White Room. Rhyder looked at ease, where Kora was trying to keep tears from falling down her cheeks again. She wiped off her cheeks, sniffling as a bit as she attempted to steady herself. Razeal watched as Kora took deep even breaths.

            “What was his name? How did his human die?” Kora asked the question I dared not speak.

            “His name was Sebastian, but the whereabouts of his human are unknown to me. But, then again, it isnt much of my business, anyhow.” He informed us. Kora just looked down. “You must all be prepared for what is come. If we all stand around grieving-”

            “I am not grieving,” Rhyder cut in.

            Razeal ignored him and went on. “-you will all suffer that death. Do you understand that?”

            “Yes,” Kora and I said together. Rhyder stayed silent.

            Razeal turned to look at Rhyder who stared back. “I dont like repeating myself, Rhyder.”

            “Neither do I.” Rhyder said flatly.

            Razeal's wings fluttered in agitation. “Drop your attitude, son. You wont get far with it.”

            “Whatever you say, old man.” Rhyder said with the roll of his eyes.

            I watched the anger twist on Razeal's face at Rhyder's reply. His wings spread out massively, making him look huge. He brought his wings back behind him and thrust them forward as hard as he could, creating a gust of wind toward Rhyder that had such forward that, even behind Razeal, Kora and I stumbled back a bit. Rhyder's face lit up with surprise as he went flying and hit the wall. Razeal walked over and kicked Rhyder right in the gut, making him roll onto his stomach with a grunt as he gripped his stomach. Razeal placed his foot onto Rhyder's head and stepped down slightly, making Rhyder yell out. “Do you understand?” Razeal repeated angrily.

            “Yes, yes!” Rhyder gasped out, scratching at the floors. When Razeal removed his foot, he sat up in a panic, cringing against the wall as he stared up at the Angel as he carefully tucked his wings back behind him neatly with a look of triumph.

            “And cockiness will get you nowhere, you ignorant child. Learn your place,” he turned his back on Rhyder, turning to look at us. “As for you two... it is time for your training to begin.

 

 

 

The training was much like how it had all gone down before. We were given weapons and throw into each other. At times, we were pulled aside to learn about the weapons, their strengths, how they worked, how they were made. As I watched, I learned weaknesses. Mine was obviously hand to hand combat. I was not as muscular as Rhyder, but each time I fought hand to hand, I got slightly better. I did great with swords. Razeal had said I was quick on my feet. Swords were my specialty. Kora was too trusting. She was amazing with the bow and arrow. As soon as the weapon was in her hand, it was like the whole world had gone away and it was just her and the target. Her weakness was how trusting she was and weak. But she was tiny and fast which made her good for hiding and escapes. She would do alright out there. And Rhyder was horrible with the bow and arrow and a sword. His brute strength made him only useful with his hands and body. They gave him some knives and spears and he discovered he had a good arm to throw with. His greatest weakness was how slow he was. Probably because he was big. Bigger they are, the harder they fall.

            I was standing in the middle of the White Room now, watching as Kora attempted to set fire to a small piece of paper with her mind. Razeal said it was possible, but so far, nothing. We could also move things with our mind somehow if we focused hard enough. We must have all been useless. And tired. We were all tired. We hadnt rested once since our Creation. It would have been nice to lie down and close my eyes, even if for only an hour or two. I picked up a spear in my hand, and glanced toward one of the large targets on the wall. I could tell by the distance that it was going to be a problem for me. Rhyder was watching me as he sharpened a knife. I glowered toward the floor for a second before taking a deep breathe and throwing the spear with all my might. It hit just beside where the target was. Not even close.

            “Good aim,” Rhyder joked with a scoff. He went back to focusing on the blade of the knife, rather than being audience to me.

            Razeal glanced up toward us, ripping his attention from Kora. Her eyes followed his. They were staring up at me as I walked toward the target, pulling it from its place in the wall. Yes, very good aim, I thought to myself. I was terrible, I cant believe I was that bad. Was that even possible? I sighed and turned around meeting Kora's eyes. She gave me a curt smile before looking back down at her hands. Rhyder scoffed again, placing the knife in the little holder around his waist. Razeal brought his eyes to Rhyder, giving him a light glare. Rhyder looked away instantly, silencing himself.

            Razeal stood up. “Are you all tired?”

            I glanced to Kora who nodded but otherwise kept quiet. “Yes,” I said softly. Rhyder nodded in agreement, surprising me by walking closer to Kora and I.

            “Perhaps it is time to rest.” Razeal sighed to himself in defeat as he started placing the weapons back on the wall where they belonged. I walked to place the spear in its proper holding by the swords and the rest of the spears and knives. Kora placed the bow and arrow on the table where she had found it earlier. “Well, come along then.” Razeal told us, leading us out of the White Room. He started walking toward the West Wing, away from all the training rooms. Other Angels watched us as we walked past, trailing behind Razeal like children who were in trouble. “We all have our own rooms is the good news.”

            “What's the bad news?” Rhyder asked.

            “We have to wake up on schedule and be down to breakfast at eight. An alarm will sound at seven and then you have one hour to collect yourselves and be in the Dining Hall. After breakfast, we are going right back to training. Is that understood?”

            “Yes, sir.” We all said in unison,

            “This is your hall,” Razeal said halting at the end of the hall. “Rhyder, you are in A3. Kora, Salem, once you reach the end of the hall, take a right. Kora, you are in B8. Salem, B12. Rest well. I will see you at breakfast.” He placed his fist over his heart, waiting for the gesture back. We all fisted our hearts, bowing to him. “Good night.” And with that, Razeal turned and walked away.

            Rhyder turned on his heel as soon as Razeal was out of sight. He made his way down the hallway examining the room numbers in silence. Kora and I shared a look before trailing behind him, making out way to the end. Rhyder slowed slightly as we neared his room number. He grabbed at the door handle, looking nothing but exhausted.

            Give it a try, my mind said. “Good night, Rhyder. Sleep well.” I said in a somber tone.

            He stopped halfway through his door to look at me. “Do not speak to me as if we are friends. We arent and I dont want us to be. Okay?” He hesitated a moment, glancing to Kora and then back to me. He sighed. “Good night, Salem. Good night, Kora. Sleep well.” He walked off into his room, closing the door behind him.

            Kora smiled up at me. “It seems like you are getting through to him.”

            “It's going to take a lot to break through that thick skull of his. It will take a little longer,” I said jokingly making her laugh a bit.

            “You speak too formally. Razeal told me today that we need to sound more like the humans. He started making me learn from some more modern Angels to see how the speak. It's quite interesting to listen to them.”

            “Yes, I did notice your speech was different. Is that why? You are trying to imitate the humans?”

            “Yes,” she nodded slowly. “You should try it sometime. Its actually kind of fun.”

            We took the right as directed, looking down the long dark hallway before us. “B12...”

            “B8...” Kora said, copying my hesitant tone. She walked on ahead of me, not seeming to care about the darkness or what could be hiding there. Brave. I walked after her, speeding up to match her pace. I watched as the numbers went past. B2....B3....B4.... “You are a very good fighter. It was amazing that you took down Rhyder so easily like that. I mean, until you turned your back.”

            “Okay, that was not fair. I thought he was down for good. I did not think he would attack in such a way. It surprised me.” I said in my defense, running a hand through my hair. I just realized, I still didnt know what I looked like. I had never seen a reflection and I was afraid to ask. I had seen glimpses in the sword, but never long enough to make me remember anything specific.

            “I could tell,” she said with a light giggle, making me smile. Her laugh was like bubbles. Many bubbles taking flight to the sky, warming the hearts of those around. B5....B6....B7.... She stopped in front of the next door looking up at me from under her dark hair that fell around her face like wavy curtains. “Good night, Salem. Sleep well.”

            “Good night, Kora. You as well.” She gave me one last smile before turning and walking off into her room.

            I sighed and began my tread down the ever lasting dark hallway. I felt like it was hours before I actually found my room. And when I did, I was quite pleased. Not only because I got to rest, but because the room was fantastic. When I came across B12, I didnt expect much. Maybe a bed in a white room with a small dresser to hold any clothes I needed. When I walked in, I felt like I had walked into life's finest riches. The walls were a warming golden color, small white patterns of feathers along the walls. There was a large canopy bed that was white and very fluffy looking; the pillows were plentiful and large, in a brown pillow case. The sheets were white, the comforter a brown to match the pillow cases. The curtains that were tied to the posts of the canopy bed were a deep blood red. The floor was a rich rose red carpet that was soft under my feet, like feathers. The room smelt heavily of fresh baked bread and to my surprise, a basket of breads sad on the large dresser. My mouth watered at the smells. I ignored the smells and moved on to open the wardrobe that stood adjacent to the bed. I opened the doors, gaping at all the fine clothing inside. One, that looked to be my favorite, was a full outfit. It consisted of a large brown trench coat that looked old and rather beat up with big brown boots to match, they were both a dark brown, almost black. The shirt inside was gray and the pants black. There was a sword inside a sheath leaned up against the side with gems of deep green climbing the handle of the sword like vines. I smiled, closing the wardrobe, turning to look at the room again. I made my way toward the bread, happy to take it into my mouth, loving the warmth and light buttery taste of the flaky bread. I had never tasted anything so amazing before. Although, I had never tasted anything before this very moment.

            I walked toward the large bathroom that was connected to my room. It was complete with a large bathtub and shower, a shining toilet and double sink. The walls were mostly a large mirror. I hesitated a moment before stepping toward the mirror. I kept my eyes on my feet, afraid of what I might find if I looked to the face of the reflection before me. I slowly took myself in from the feet up. My feet were bare, as I already knew. I wore white baggy pants, along with a baggy white button up shirt. Like something a human might wear as pajamas or in a mental hospital. How I knew that, though, I wasnt sure. Instinctual brain power, my thoughts explained. My eyes came to rest on my shoulders for a second, taking in their width. They werent as wide or large as Rhyder's but they were decent. My cheek bones were rather angular and my lips were full, but not too full. My eyes were a silver like color, but with a closer look, I could see some specks of gold and green. My hair was a dark curling curtain that fell down to my chin, falling into my face. I stared at my reflection, taking myself in. I wasnt sure if I would be considered good looking or not, but I was fairly happy with the results.

            I turned and made my way back to the main room, flicking off the bathroom light. I walked to the small dresser with the bread, stealing another piece and popping a small piece into my mouth as I rummaged the drawers of the dresser in search of something comfortable to change into. I was exhausted and wanted to pass out on the comfortable looking bed. I found a pair of gray sweat pants and stripped of the clothes I was in. I stepped into the nice sweats, sighing at how soft they were. I didnt bother with a shirt, instead just hopping right into the bed, turning off the lamp on the bedside table. I snuggled up under the blankets, sighing at their warmth. They were softer than the sweat pants. Soon enough, I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

My hands were still stained the ashy gray of my fellow Supernaturals remains. I felt utterly sick. We had just witnessed a man dying-no, not dying, he was destroyed-yet it was if no one cared. Though, I suppose none of us had people to care for us, did we? We were all on our own. Razeal had pulled me to my feet at the end of the meeting, wiping me off, letting the ash rain down. As we all got rushed out of the room, I saw Angels coming down the hall toward us with a bag in hand. They had to clean up his remains. What would they do with him? I hadnt even known his name. I just kept my face clean of any emotions as Razeal led our team back to the White Room. Rhyder looked at ease, where Kora was trying to keep tears from falling down her cheeks again. She wiped off her cheeks, sniffling as a bit as she attempted to steady herself. Razeal watched as Kora took deep even breaths.

            “What was his name? How did his human die?” Kora asked the question I dared not speak.

            “His name was Sebastian, but the whereabouts of his human are unknown to me. But, then again, it isnt much of my business, anyhow.” He informed us. Kora just looked down. “You must all be prepared for what is come. If we all stand around grieving-”

            “I am not grieving,” Rhyder cut in.

            Razeal ignored him and went on. “-you will all suffer that death. Do you understand that?”

            “Yes,” Kora and I said together. Rhyder stayed silent.

            Razeal turned to look at Rhyder who stared back. “I dont like repeating myself, Rhyder.”

            “Neither do I.” Rhyder said flatly.

            Razeal's wings fluttered in agitation. “Drop your attitude, son. You wont get far with it.”

            “Whatever you say, old man.” Rhyder said with the roll of his eyes.

            I watched the anger twist on Razeal's face at Rhyder's reply. His wings spread out massively, making him look huge. He brought his wings back behind him and thrust them forward as hard as he could, creating a gust of wind toward Rhyder that had such forward that, even behind Razeal, Kora and I stumbled back a bit. Rhyder's face lit up with surprise as he went flying and hit the wall. Razeal walked over and kicked Rhyder right in the gut, making him roll onto his stomach with a grunt as he gripped his stomach. Razeal placed his foot onto Rhyder's head and stepped down slightly, making Rhyder yell out. “Do you understand?” Razeal repeated angrily.

            “Yes, yes!” Rhyder gasped out, scratching at the floors. When Razeal removed his foot, he sat up in a panic, cringing against the wall as he stared up at the Angel as he carefully tucked his wings back behind him neatly with a look of triumph.

            “And cockiness will get you nowhere, you ignorant child. Learn your place,” he turned his back on Rhyder, turning to look at us. “As for you two... it is time for your training to begin.

 

 

 

The training was much like how it had all gone down before. We were given weapons and throw into each other. At times, we were pulled aside to learn about the weapons, their strengths, how they worked, how they were made. As I watched, I learned weaknesses. Mine was obviously hand to hand combat. I was not as muscular as Rhyder, but each time I fought hand to hand, I got slightly better. I did great with swords. Razeal had said I was quick on my feet. Swords were my specialty. Kora was too trusting. She was amazing with the bow and arrow. As soon as the weapon was in her hand, it was like the whole world had gone away and it was just her and the target. Her weakness was how trusting she was and weak. But she was tiny and fast which made her good for hiding and escapes. She would do alright out there. And Rhyder was horrible with the bow and arrow and a sword. His brute strength made him only useful with his hands and body. They gave him some knives and spears and he discovered he had a good arm to throw with. His greatest weakness was how slow he was. Probably because he was big. Bigger they are, the harder they fall.

            I was standing in the middle of the White Room now, watching as Kora attempted to set fire to a small piece of paper with her mind. Razeal said it was possible, but so far, nothing. We could also move things with our mind somehow if we focused hard enough. We must have all been useless. And tired. We were all tired. We hadnt rested once since our Creation. It would have been nice to lie down and close my eyes, even if for only an hour or two. I picked up a spear in my hand, and glanced toward one of the large targets on the wall. I could tell by the distance that it was going to be a problem for me. Rhyder was watching me as he sharpened a knife. I glowered toward the floor for a second before taking a deep breathe and throwing the spear with all my might. It hit just beside where the target was. Not even close.

            “Good aim,” Rhyder joked with a scoff. He went back to focusing on the blade of the knife, rather than being audience to me.

            Razeal glanced up toward us, ripping his attention from Kora. Her eyes followed his. They were staring up at me as I walked toward the target, pulling it from its place in the wall. Yes, very good aim, I thought to myself. I was terrible, I cant believe I was that bad. Was that even possible? I sighed and turned around meeting Kora's eyes. She gave me a curt smile before looking back down at her hands. Rhyder scoffed again, placing the knife in the little holder around his waist. Razeal brought his eyes to Rhyder, giving him a light glare. Rhyder looked away instantly, silencing himself.

            Razeal stood up. “Are you all tired?”

            I glanced to Kora who nodded but otherwise kept quiet. “Yes,” I said softly. Rhyder nodded in agreement, surprising me by walking closer to Kora and I.

            “Perhaps it is time to rest.” Razeal sighed to himself in defeat as he started placing the weapons back on the wall where they belonged. I walked to place the spear in its proper holding by the swords and the rest of the spears and knives. Kora placed the bow and arrow on the table where she had found it earlier. “Well, come along then.” Razeal told us, leading us out of the White Room. He started walking toward the West Wing, away from all the training rooms. Other Angels watched us as we walked past, trailing behind Razeal like children who were in trouble. “We all have our own rooms is the good news.”

            “What's the bad news?” Rhyder asked.

            “We have to wake up on schedule and be down to breakfast at eight. An alarm will sound at seven and then you have one hour to collect yourselves and be in the Dining Hall. After breakfast, we are going right back to training. Is that understood?”

            “Yes, sir.” We all said in unison,

            “This is your hall,” Razeal said halting at the end of the hall. “Rhyder, you are in A3. Kora, Salem, once you reach the end of the hall, take a right. Kora, you are in B8. Salem, B12. Rest well. I will see you at breakfast.” He placed his fist over his heart, waiting for the gesture back. We all fisted our hearts, bowing to him. “Good night.” And with that, Razeal turned and walked away.

            Rhyder turned on his heel as soon as Razeal was out of sight. He made his way down the hallway examining the room numbers in silence. Kora and I shared a look before trailing behind him, making out way to the end. Rhyder slowed slightly as we neared his room number. He grabbed at the door handle, looking nothing but exhausted.

            Give it a try, my mind said. “Good night, Rhyder. Sleep well.” I said in a somber tone.

            He stopped halfway through his door to look at me. “Do not speak to me as if we are friends. We arent and I dont want us to be. Okay?” He hesitated a moment, glancing to Kora and then back to me. He sighed. “Good night, Salem. Good night, Kora. Sleep well.” He walked off into his room, closing the door behind him.

            Kora smiled up at me. “It seems like you are getting through to him.”

            “It's going to take a lot to break through that thick skull of his. It will take a little longer,” I said jokingly making her laugh a bit.

            “You speak too formally. Razeal told me today that we need to sound more like the humans. He started making me learn from some more modern Angels to see how the speak. It's quite interesting to listen to them.”

            “Yes, I did notice your speech was different. Is that why? You are trying to imitate the humans?”

            “Yes,” she nodded slowly. “You should try it sometime. Its actually kind of fun.”

            We took the right as directed, looking down the long dark hallway before us. “B12...”

            “B8...” Kora said, copying my hesitant tone. She walked on ahead of me, not seeming to care about the darkness or what could be hiding there. Brave. I walked after her, speeding up to match her pace. I watched as the numbers went past. B2....B3....B4.... “You are a very good fighter. It was amazing that you took down Rhyder so easily like that. I mean, until you turned your back.”

            “Okay, that was not fair. I thought he was down for good. I did not think he would attack in such a way. It surprised me.” I said in my defense, running a hand through my hair. I just realized, I still didnt know what I looked like. I had never seen a reflection and I was afraid to ask. I had seen glimpses in the sword, but never long enough to make me remember anything specific.

            “I could tell,” she said with a light giggle, making me smile. Her laugh was like bubbles. Many bubbles taking flight to the sky, warming the hearts of those around. B5....B6....B7.... She stopped in front of the next door looking up at me from under her dark hair that fell around her face like wavy curtains. “Good night, Salem. Sleep well.”

            “Good night, Kora. You as well.” She gave me one last smile before turning and walking off into her room.

            I sighed and began my tread down the ever lasting dark hallway. I felt like it was hours before I actually found my room. And when I did, I was quite pleased. Not only because I got to rest, but because the room was fantastic. When I came across B12, I didnt expect much. Maybe a bed in a white room with a small dresser to hold any clothes I needed. When I walked in, I felt like I had walked into life's finest riches. The walls were a warming golden color, small white patterns of feathers along the walls. There was a large canopy bed that was white and very fluffy looking; the pillows were plentiful and large, in a brown pillow case. The sheets were white, the comforter a brown to match the pillow cases. The curtains that were tied to the posts of the canopy bed were a deep blood red. The floor was a rich rose red carpet that was soft under my feet, like feathers. The room smelt heavily of fresh baked bread and to my surprise, a basket of breads sad on the large dresser. My mouth watered at the smells. I ignored the smells and moved on to open the wardrobe that stood adjacent to the bed. I opened the doors, gaping at all the fine clothing inside. One, that looked to be my favorite, was a full outfit. It consisted of a large brown trench coat that looked old and rather beat up with big brown boots to match, they were both a dark brown, almost black. The shirt inside was gray and the pants black. There was a sword inside a sheath leaned up against the side with gems of deep green climbing the handle of the sword like vines. I smiled, closing the wardrobe, turning to look at the room again. I made my way toward the bread, happy to take it into my mouth, loving the warmth and light buttery taste of the flaky bread. I had never tasted anything so amazing before. Although, I had never tasted anything before this very moment.

            I walked toward the large bathroom that was connected to my room. It was complete with a large bathtub and shower, a shining toilet and double sink. The walls were mostly a large mirror. I hesitated a moment before stepping toward the mirror. I kept my eyes on my feet, afraid of what I might find if I looked to the face of the reflection before me. I slowly took myself in from the feet up. My feet were bare, as I already knew. I wore white baggy pants, along with a baggy white button up shirt. Like something a human might wear as pajamas or in a mental hospital. How I knew that, though, I wasnt sure. Instinctual brain power, my thoughts explained. My eyes came to rest on my shoulders for a second, taking in their width. They werent as wide or large as Rhyder's but they were decent. My cheek bones were rather angular and my lips were full, but not too full. My eyes were a silver like color, but with a closer look, I could see some specks of gold and green. My hair was a dark curling curtain that fell down to my chin, falling into my face. I stared at my reflection, taking myself in. I wasnt sure if I would be considered good looking or not, but I was fairly happy with the results.

            I turned and made my way back to the main room, flicking off the bathroom light. I walked to the small dresser with the bread, stealing another piece and popping a small piece into my mouth as I rummaged the drawers of the dresser in search of something comfortable to change into. I was exhausted and wanted to pass out on the comfortable looking bed. I found a pair of gray sweat pants and stripped of the clothes I was in. I stepped into the nice sweats, sighing at how soft they were. I didnt bother with a shirt, instead just hopping right into the bed, turning off the lamp on the bedside table. I snuggled up under the blankets, sighing at their warmth. They were softer than the sweat pants. Soon enough, I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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