Chapter Thirteen

Seth lived 1307 years. He saw many things, many angels, many demons. He lived among angels. He lived among demons. He saw humans.

Seth fell in love nine times. He knew he would fall in love anew soon.

As Seth stared at himself in the mirror, he saw a boy of twenty. He would forever look that way. Most angels or demons chose a higher age when they looked more mature. But Seth chose twenty.

Seth had scars, unlike most angels and demons. His back was full of scars from whipping. His front had cuts here and there. And he had only one eye. Out of all the things, he never once missed his other eye. It was taken from him hundreds of years ago by a woman he fell in love with. She was his third love.

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1307 years ago, Seth was born in the family of two great angels. His father was Jahosiel, an angel who fought in the second angel-demon war. His mother was Isurama who was a guardian angel. And Seth, born with black hair like his father and red eyes that none of his parents had always found being an angel boring.

He was a warrior angel; he was trained to fight for the good against the evil. There was always a chance of a war against demons. That was the reason warrior angels were made.

There was an academy for angels where every angel was given a sector where they would be trained at the age of eight. All the angels were chosen which sector they would serve by the Base. Seth knew he would be a warrior angel.

His preferred weapon was a thick sword. It was made specially for him. He loved the feel of it in his hands. He loved to swing it. And he loved imagining slicing someone in half with it.

Seth was disturbed by his own thoughts. He was shocked when he did not find all the lessons about good and bad interesting. Instead, he found them boring and stupid. He could not see why vengeance was not better than forgiveness. He could not understand why he had to help someone when they hurt him.

At the age of eighteen, Seth became a trained warrior angel. On that day, he was told to bow before the greater angels of the Base and show them his gratitude.

Seth refused to bow. He refused to show anyone his gratitude. He became what he was because he worked hard, not because of someone else. Seth would not show his gratitude for something he did.

Refusing to bow before the Base was a great crime. Because of this crime, he was given the punishment of being locked up for a hundred years when he would be disciplined.

Seth was whipped, beaten, and cut. To permanently hurt an angel was to use an angelic weapon made with angel blood. There were only a few of those weapons; all of them were kept in the Base.

After a few days, someone came to meet him in his cell. The figure wore a hooded cloak and a crow mask covering the entire face except for the lips. It was a girl, he knew from the shape of her body.

She broke the lock just by holding it. He was shocked. No one else knew that magic except for demons. And him. He learned it from a forbidden book he stole from the Base. It was almost impossible to steal something from the Base, but he did it. That was when he was sixteen. He learned forbidden magic. He could escape from his cell anytime, but he wanted another thing from the Base. So, he was taking his time.

"Who are you?" Seth asked.

She did not say anything. She unlocked the chain to free his hands. He felt stronger. The chains were meant to weaken his body. He stood up and grabbed her by the throat, as he pushed her against the wall.

"Is it a test?" he hissed.

"Bad angel," she chuckled. "Very bad, Seth. Angels are not meant to choke another angel."

"Fuck angels!"

"Ah, yes," she murmured. Her voice had a sharpness to it, no matter what she said. "Bad word for a bad angel. What are you, Seth? An angel gone rogue? A fallen angel?"

"What do you want?"

"Such a bad title. They call you a fallen angel. We are forbidden to say your name. I say, what a pity. I like your name," she said.

He tightened his fingers around her throat. He could snap her neck. She would be fine after a while, but he could make her silent for a while.

"How about I give you what you want and you do what I want?" she asked.

"I won't do what you want."

"Even if I give you this?"

Seth looked down at her hands. She had a dagger pointed right at his abdomen. She could stab him without even him knowing. He was surprised he did not feel her hands move. Moreover, the dagger was gleaming with something red; blood.

"Take it and use it to make more weapons. And instead of being a fallen angel, be an actual demon. We will maybe meet one day," she said.

That was the beginning. Even then, Seth did not know a new chapter of his life had started. He killed more angels with it. He made more weapons. He was a fallen angel, a hated angel, a cursed angel.

During the third angel-demon war, he fought against angels. There he met her again. He saw her and he knew it was her. With a silver spear. She did not use it like a spear, but like a sword. She was not fighting much. Rather, it was like she was watching. She was watching him.

She suddenly was not there anymore. Still, he could follow her. It was like they were connected. She had her back towards him. He grabbed her hand and pushed her down to the ground. let go of the spear and stared at him.

"You thought I couldn't recognize you?" he smirked.

"That would have been disappointing," she said. She was not afraid.

"Why did you help me?" he asked.

"You didn't need my help. But well, I guess I wanted to be a part of what you become," she said.

She had beautiful eyes. For the first time in his life, Seth fell in love.