Chapter 4

Uriel held the scroll on it's sides as he was deep in thought. It was wrapped with a white ribbon and encased in a golden case with swirls of embroidery. Given to him and all the other newly graduated gaurdians by his father, King Castiel.

And on it, written in the most beautiful of cursive writing, the name of his human. Uriel was seated on the edge of his large bed, his grown, tall form allowed his feet to touch the lush golden carpeted floor. His wings draped over his bed like a large blanket, mounts if gold feathers cascading down his back.

Uriel stared at the scroll, worry in his eyes and fear in his heart. He wasn't sure how to feel as he held the scroll. Don't get him wrong, it has been his dream to become a guardian since the day he learnt about the role. He had always dreamed of having his own human and looking after them. Now it has come true. In that scroll was his human. His human of any age that he would have to gaurd till their very last breath.

He took a shaky breath. What was he thinking? Taking care of a human? He wasn't ready for this. He should've just become an architect or witch doctor. Uriel scoffed at the thought of becoming a witch doctor; being around all those bones, creepy insects and horrid smell. Heck, no. Not him.

He hadn't unfolded the scroll yet. He was nervous to. What if he got an middle-aged woman or a baby yet to live out it's life?

No, it was all too much to think about. Too much responsibility came with that one scroll. It was weird how he had been so confident about his role in society till now.

Uriel took a long breath and calmed down. His feathers shivered ( a habit for when he was afraid or nervous ). . .

Knocks erupted and pulled Uriel out of the expanse of his thoughts. "Enter." He commanded and the white wood doors opened swiftly, behind it emerged Michael in ( of course ) all white: a white button up shirt, white trousers. But as usual his odd brother was without shoes. He was always barefoot for some reason. Uriel never really understood why. Michael was a strange angel.

"Hey." Michael greeted in monotone. He hovered above the ground, another thing Michael did all the time. He never touched the ground, always hovering like some guru, although it was an ability every angel possessed, Michael did it much too often.

Uriel sighed, his voice low, "Hey.". Michael noticed the worry in Uriel's oceanic eyes. It was expected from Uriel considering that he tended to overthink every situation. It was one of Uriel's habits that annoyed Michael. He won't lie, being a gaurdian could become stressful but there is also tremendous joy that came with it. Michael knew very well considering that he had been gaurding his human for quite a number of years. But the gaurding duty is only joyful if the human was morally disciplined.

But Michael knew what would calm Uriel down. Parties. Something Uriel could never stop enjoying. "Aren't you going to the Feast of Gaurdians?" Michael asked.

"Oh." Uriel scoffed at himself. It wasn't like him to forget bashes, especially large ones such as those. He was already dressed for it too, the whole gaurdian fiasco took his attention. Well, what better way to forget your troubles than a party?

Uriel wore on a white V-neck shirt that accentuated his strong arms and torso with a pair of slim, white ripped jeans. His dark hair that grew over the years was slick back with gel and only a few thin, curly strands fell over his eyes and the side of his face. The look of a prince indeed. He always took care of his appearance, that is why he was known as one of the most handsome angels in the entire realms. Well, after Michael, of course----

"You're not going to get drunk right?"

Michael's question came right out of the blue and threw Uriel off gaurd that he choked on his spit.

He gave Michael an incredulous look, "What the he–--"

"Don't act like it's impossible." Michael rolled his grey eyes. He was completely serious. "Many girls would try to get their hands on you, you don't want any unplanned pregnancies now, do you?" Michael ended with narrowed eyes.

Uriel responded with a shake of his head and a crooked smirk, his ego boosted by that statement and he gave Michael wiggly-brows.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, frog." Michael grinned and like always, Uriel's reaction was a gasp. He feigned hurt by putting a hand on his chest.

"I do not look like a frog, the heck does that come from?!" Uriel exclaimed and they both chuckled. If anything their bond had grown over the years. Michael knew his brother and vice versa. They'd become closer.

"But seriously, don't get drunk. If you're somehow drunk and have no contro–"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Don't worry, I got it." Uriel gave a lazy wave as he put on some silver bracelets.

"I don't want you having an unwanted pregnancy. So behave." Michael explained, his tone bored as he hovered back to the doors, his wings covered the entire broad expanse of his back.

Uriel scoffed then smirked knowingly. Never. Never would he ever have a child. He was already a gaurdian, how would he possibly have time for his own child.

"Oh and–" Michael swirled around, Uriel looked at him expectantly.

"Steer clear of Parisa." Michael ended. Uriel responded with an exasperated sigh and nodded to himself. If anything that was the golden rule. Just hearing her name gave him shivers.

Parisa was Uriel's ex. More like obsessive crazy ex. An angel of pure lies and seduction. Uriel sees her like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Uriel was never sure about why he fell for her. She drove him crazy. . .Uriel sighed in a dreamy way, she drove him crazy.

Uriel shook his head at the thought of his memories and blinked. Control yourself man, she's big trouble, he thought to himself. He then went towards the ceiling-to-floor windows and opened a window. He would just exit through there. Why go through the front gates when he could just fly out the window?

Uriel began by hovering upwards, slow and steadily, he then hovered out the window and began to flapp his wings graciously. He flew like an eagle in the night sky. It was the day of honors, when angels graduated and when the two moons were full in all their glory.

Off to the feast.

• • •

On Earth in South Korea, Seoul, in a luxurious mansion, lived a six-year-old boy who slept peacefully on his bed with a race-car bed frame. His room was large, the walls painted in blue with scribbles of drawings and neon stars. The room was lit by the dim blue lava-lamp by his bed frame.

It was past midnight and the night was calm, the wind breezed lightly through the trees and the room held a peaceful silence. The boy's father was on the opposite end of the large mansion, working continuously like he always did, in his study. The mansion was dark with only those two rooms lit.

"Chanseo. . .Park" Whispered a smooth slithering female voice. The voice suddenly brought about darkness in the room, the atmosphere became eerie as an ominous shadow began to envelop the it. The toys and figurines morphed into evil little beasts with razor-like teeth. The walls were shadowed with horrifying faces that had canines in the place of a grin. Menacing giggles and laughs sounded from the objects, the laugh of a million screaming children, like metal scraping a chalkboard.

The boy let out a scared whimper in hus sleep, his hands grasped his blanket tighter and his forehead was lined with a sheen of sweat, the fear striked his heart. He could feel it, like there was something mortifying in his room, but he couldn't move. He was frozen and he didn't wake up.

He couldn't wake up.

By the tall window of the room large room, sitting casually on the window pane with a leg propped up and one hanging down the outside, was a creature. She hummed a menacing, melodious tune. A tune that coulf changed dreams and nightmares. Her voice was beautiful, but borne such terror. Her eyes glowed in the dark room, a vibrant red like candy. Her wings spanned across the entire window, so no light could sneak into the room. A pair of thick horns peaked out of her voluminous hair and they curved towards each other at the sharp ends.

The demon princess, Abi, was there.

And she glared at the whimpering child with a crooked smirk, her fangs peeking under her lip. His cheeks already drenched with tears and his small body shaking under the covers. He was stuck in a terrible nightmare, a nightmare she created for him. A nightmare any human would fear. A nightmare he would never leave unless she was to permit it.

Because this child, Park Chanseo, was her next target.

It seemed that fate brought the boy to the cursed small race-car toy. A toy bound to one of the worst demons there could be. Poor boy, it seemed life was just not on his side that day.

Now he would never be able to get rid of her. Abi was bound to him like white on rice. To the day he takes his last breath. She would have full control of his fears. That was how cursed objects work.

Abi's smirk was full of sharp teeth like some carnivore. Her eyes were hungry for destruction. Her aura was malicious as she glared at the boy.

She will destroy him. And she will enjoy it.

"Beutiful nightmares, my sweet Morty." Her voice was smooth yet deadly, like venom.

She came closer and crept towards the boy like a predator. Like the monster she was. Her figure grew and grew as she came closer and closer towards him, her pointy grin growing wider as she went closer and closer to him. He could feel her breath in his nightmares, he could here the screams get louder, he could feel his heart accelerate.

She was there! She was right there!

Right at that moment, Chanseo screamed, he sat up in a flash and screamed his lungs out. Stricken with fear and trembling on his bed. He glanced around the room in panic but the demon was long gone. He didn't know what she was but he was afraid.

His tears streamed down his cheeks. His mind was in a frenzy, his heart was racing faster than the race cars. All he could remembered was the monsters in his nightmare.

"Chanseo!What's wrong son!?" His father barged in, alarmed at his son's scream. The child just cried, reaching out his arms for his father. He craddled his child, anxiousness in his heart as the boy began calming down.

Chanseo did not know if he'd be able to sleep ever again.