The Anathema

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  • Published: 30 Mar 2017
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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...


6. Old Troubles and New Answers

"You're our guardian angel?" asks Lionel, disbelieving.

"Yes," says Tariel simply. Lionel's face twists in anger.

"If you're our guardian, then why did Mother, Father, and Marcell die, huh? Our car crashed and they died! Where were you then?!" yells Lionel, standing up and quickly getting into Tariel's face. Tariel nearly growls.

"I cannot disobey orders. I was sent here, to wait for you."

"While Zadkiel smashed into our car, killing our family!" 

"That would be an accident. Going hundreds or thousands of miles an hour, aim is not the best. He did heal your wounds, I see, or you, Mister Lionel, would still be crawling on one arm, or dead from your head wound. Miss Katherine would have been dead shortly, from her even worse head wound. Her burns would have made her immobile. Miss Alessandra would be paralyzed." I go icy with fear. I would have been paralyzed if Zadkiel hadn't healed me...or if he just hadn't crashed into our car.

"Although Zadkiel made a horrendous mistake, he did his best to rectify it. He could have left you there, two of you dead."

"Some mistake!" yells Lionel, tears welling in his eyes. Tariel sighs, agitated.

"Stop yelling, Lionel. It's not helping anything," I murmur.

"And why are you not angry?!" he yells at me. "He killed our family, Alessandra! Why aren't you mad or crying?! Feel something, dammit!"

"You don't know what I've felt over the years," I tell him evenly. He quiets down. "Mother's hateful words and actions. She denounced me, Lionel. The last words she said directly to me were that I wasn't her daughter anymore. I'm not feeling anything because I'm used to being sad and angry, but I bottle it up. I did nearly cry today, yes, but because of what happened, I'm now your guardian, so I can't be sad all the time, okay?" Tears now well in my eyes, but I quickly wipe them away.

"Mother's actions? Physical? Did she hit you?" he asks.

"You were there," I say accusingly.

"I don't remember." 

"Of course not."

"What's that supposed to mean?" growls Lionel.

"I've never been her favorite, but you at least got some praise."

"Praise?! She shut down every idea I put forth-"

"But she never drew blood, right?" I remember the scratches she had given me only days ago, and even further back more injuries.

I'm not even angry. I've never felt too much animosity against Mother or any of my family. I've been used to it since I was a very little girl. I've just been sad I can never be accepted, just because I questioned Mother, because I never believed exactly what she did.

Lionel turns on Tariel again. "So where were you, when my sister was being beaten?" 

"I was always there, but angels are not to interfere directly. We cannot perform blatant miracles. Those who do are let go from their contract with that human. I helped her when she was seven years old. A book...fell on top of her head." He looks to me. "Sorry about that incident."

I just look at him, wide eyed. "You're the one that dropped The Book Thief on my head."

"What?" asks Lionel, entirely confused.

"After a really bad day of Mother yelling at me, I ran into the study and locked myself in. I was crying in front of the bookcase and one book fell on me. The Book Thief. Before I read it, I looked where it had come from, but there was no dust cloud anywhere. It just...came out of nowhere. That's where my love of reading came from. That one book." Tariel smiles a bit.

"I thought she could use a distraction. While I am not allowed to directly interfere, I am able to help in some ways. Sometimes a distraction may help. In Alessandra's case, books were it."

"I just always thought you were a book freak," says Lionel. 

"You were only four, Lionel," I say.

"Yes," he says a bit defensively. There's a moment of quiet.

"Thank you," I tell Tariel. "Thank you for dropping the book on my head. Books have been the best thing in my life." Tariel smiles.

"You're welcome."

"How come you never helped me?" grumbles Lionel. "Mother was never so nice to me, either."

"She was abusive to your elder sister, Lionel," says Tariel, frowning. "You were merely yelled at a handful of times. While that can be abusive, she physically hit your sister and deprived her of food at times. Your situation was not as dire." He frowns again. "Though when you fell out of that tree when you were eight, I blew a gust of wind so you fell backwards onto the ground, and not rocks." Lionel rolls his eyes and sits back down. 

Katherine looks at him inquisitively.

"So are you an angel?" she asks him. He nods. "Where are your wings?"

"Angel wings cannot be perceived by humans unless the angel wills the wings into their sight." Wings form behind Tariel, two huge, white wings. Then they disappear. "I have shown you mine. Zadkiel has more. I am the lowest class of angel, but he is an archangel, so he has more...exciting wings. They also do not need to be shown for an angel to fly."

"Are you a boy or a girl?" asks Katherine, ignoring his answer. Tariel actually laughs.

"Angels have no gender, child. What you perceive is our gender based upon physical traits. We have no need for gender. We may happen to look more feminine or masculine to you, but that is a human's opinion."

"Have you met God?"

"I have seen God. He assigned me to the White family. Alessandra, specifically, but then later on you other...two, now." He frowns, probably remembering Marcell.

"Do you have a halo?"

Like his wings, a halo made of...something appears around Tariel's head, but it's connected to it, in front of his ears rounding back.

"That's a weird looking halo," comments Lionel. Tariel rolls his eyes.

"It is not even a real halo, though that is what I will go with, because the real word would be too complicated to explain. It serves to show that we have not fallen. A fallen halo would be broken in the middle, leaving too horn-like appendages."

"Do you have a mom?"


"A lover?"

"Also no."

"Are you a cambi-lover like Alessandra and is that why you're not killing them?" Tariel stares at Katherine for a second, then his head swivels to me.

I go red.

"...No. The...cambions or demons or whatever you call them are not in my orders. I am the lowest angel class, a guardian. I guard who I am assigned to. That would be you three. I do not fight, unless it is for the protection of my assignments." Tariel is still staring at me. 

"Do you have kids?"

"That would be a nephilim, and those are abominations. They are killed swiftly because a union between an angel and human is forbidden."

"But do you have any kids?" 

Tariel sighs. "No. I do not have children."

"How old are you?"

"Your calendars do not go back that far."

The hours pass and Katherine just keeps asking a tiring Tariel question after question. He looks like he wants to snap at her, but he just makes the excuse eventually that he will get us food. 

Tired, Katherine and I fall asleep on the couch.

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