The Anathema

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Long ago, demons and hellcreatures invaded earth. Though they nearly wiped out the humans, humans did as always: adapted. Hundreds of years later, the offspring of humans and demons is the norm. Alessandra lives in this world, and is entirely human. Finally, too late to the battle, the angels are determined to get rid of the demons once and for all. Alessandra, though caught in the midst of the battle, is the only hope for the humane side of the cambions...if it even exists anymore...

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11. It's Not A Fireside Chat

That night, it's my turn to watch the angel.

I just stare at him, holding the sword. He eyes me, too, his fiery eyes occasionally glancing at the sword.

"All right. I'm going to break the silence," he says. "Where'd you get the sword?"

"An angel," I say vaguely, guiltily remembering hitting Tariel over the head.

"Uh huh," says the angel, disbelief creeping into his voice. "I know they didn't just give it to you. How'd you acquire the item?"

"I attacked him because he threw me against the wall, then Even hit him over the head with a brick. I gave it to him."

"I noticed you said 'gave' not 'took'," points out the angel. "What happened?"

"I was looking for my brother. I found a bunch of cambions hiding in the basement from the angels. M...an angel came down there, looking for me. He threw me against a wall and killed several cambions. I hit him on the head and Even...he did more damage. I offered him the angel's sword for protection. Better than bricks, I guess. I found my brother, but then the cambions, more angels. We were in a hallway and Lucia grabbed me and began choking me. They ran, me their hostage. They threatened to kill me if the angels kept chasing them. The angels backed off..." I blink. "Sorry. I rambled."

"It's all right," he says, uncharacteristically kind. "But after being threatened and choked, used as bait, why are you staying with them?"

"Well...they're afraid. When people are afraid, they don't really think. That angel killed their friends. They're scared and sad. I get that. I also think they don't deserve to die. I'm going to do what I can, even if it means I won't get to see my family."

"How nice," he says sarcastically.

"Not really. I'm going to get killed in this mess." I shrug. "But if it means the cambions can live in peace without the angels, then it's what I'm going to do."

"Humans are strange creatures."

"I guess."

The hours tick by in more silence until the angel speaks again.

"You know, my wounds aren't healing. Could you stitch me up?"

"I don't have my medical bag with me," I say. "Sorry."

"You could go get it."

I nearly laugh out loud. "And leave you alone, with the possibility to escape? No, I don't think so."

The angel gives a crooked smile. "Like I said before, humans are strange creatures. You wanted to help earlier, I thought you'd pounce on the idea."

"You're an angel. Angels heal fast." I move aside the slash on fabric on his tunic, where a scar is fully healed.

"How much do you know about angels?" he asks, the fire glowing back to life in his eyes.

"Not much. Healing powers. Heavenly warriors." I'm silent for a moment. "Right when it all happened, the angels coming down from heaven, one smashed into my car and killed my parents and brother."

"I'm sorry about that, but there will be casualties. Human and angel alike."

"But you were supposed to protect the humans," I accuse hysterically, tears welling up in my eyes. Half my family is dead and the other two are heaven knows where.

"We are, but accidents happen."

We're silent for longer, and then Octavian comes to let me leave to sleep. Our plan is to be carried out in the morning.

We're going back into the city.

We're going to recruit some cambions.

And we're going to fight the angels.

At least that's how Even and Lucia want it to go.

I just want my family back, and to make the angels see reason. If the cambions are really evil, they would have killed me by now. I serve no purpose now that they're safe in the caves. They've clothed me and Octavian has made me a bed and gotten me food. 

If they're so evil, why are they so kind?

I fall asleep in bed, this one paradox threatening my sanity.

Can cruelty be kind?

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