Angels and Demons.

There is a knock at the door. 

"Leave me alone." Anythe responds without bothering to inquire who is at the door. She does not care, she just wants to get out of the place.

The door opens instead and its Sister Mary. She comes inside and closes the door behind her, a small parcel in her hands. "I figured you might want this."

Anythe eyes her, unsure of what to do or feel. Should she be sad? Should she be happy? Be relieved?

"What is inside it?"

"It was wrapped in the clothes you came in wen you were dropped here. That morning, you were deeply asleep and there were lines of tears on your eyes. We took you in without hesitation. You were named Anythe. No one knows or has heard of that name before in their whole lives."

Anythe listens intently as it's the first time she has heard so much details about the day she had been found.

Mary holds out the parcel and Anythe takes it from her, tearing it open.

Inside is a worn blanket, baby sized surely and a worn piece of paper where her name is beginning to fade.

"We knew you were special right from the start. You were different, has always been. I guess now that you have reached the age of whatever is in you to manifest, you have to leave. We won't stop you." Mary concludes with her eyes shining with unshed tears in her eyes. "But I will miss you."

Anythe throws her hand around the other woman's shoulders and hugs her deeply. "I'll miss you too with my whole heart. But I have to leave, its urgent."

Mary holds out a cross to her as Anythe grasps the bag in her hands.

She peers down at the silvery ornament.

"Its been prayed on, waiting for a day like this to come. Take it…"

Anythe holds out her hands and then pauses, withdrawing it. "I am unfit to hold it. Keep it, use it to remember me. I love you all, I really do."

Mary nods, teary eyed as she side steps and allows her to pass through. Outside, a small crowd of nuns has gathered to watch her leave.

Teary eyed herself, she waves bye to them and at the entrance of the convent, she turns around and gives them one last smile.

Late in Autumn, 1978, Anythe leaves the convent into the world.

And that's the last time anyone sees Anythe for who she is for the next two score and seven years.

***

~2025~

Turning heads as he walks down the streets of Brooklyn, New York City, he strides slowly and deliberately down the cobbled passageway, eyes glancing left and right for whoever it is he is on the lookout for.

A small wiry framed man jumps into his way. "Oh my goodness. Your face is an exceptional one, the kind that shows up once in every hundred years, I am sure you will break the internet with your looks if you want to. I can make you into the most popular model the world has ever seen. Just tell me your name."

He smiles and the man physically swoons but the smile isn't one of feeling special, it is one that gives the 'it's not a new thing' vibe. "I am Ezriel, and I am not interested."

"Ezriel… what?"

He doesn't wait for the man's response before walking right past him onto the busy roads.

His eyes shine white as they fall on a man opposite the blinking red light.

Their eyes and Ezriel smirks.

"Found you, you sneaky rat."

The man on the other end snarls inaudibly and immediately turns to run.

Ezriel abandons his cool demeanor and gives chase right after him, dodging the oncoming cars as there are different horns sounding on every hand. By the time he reaches the other side, the incubus is gone.

He takes a slow deep breath and opens his eyes, devoid of any color except the brightly glinting white that darts left and right until they catch a purple trail.

"Got you."

Flashing his long coat behind him, he follows the purple trail and it leads him into a dark alleyway where someone is heaving.

"Lost him. That darned pest keeps following me everywhere." He yells, kicking a trash bin.

"Sorry but the pest is right behind you."

The incubus turns around so fast but in the split second he turns to look, with an otherworldly speed, Ezriel gets behind him and slams him into the wall.

The incubus groans in pain but he quickly gets back up to his feet.

"The only fun part about all of this is sending you all back to where you belong."

"Today is not your day." The incubus snarls and darts at him, his fists glowing a dark red.

Ezriel stands in his place and watches him run at him, with a few inches between them, he holds up his palm and the connect between the incubus's fists and the angel's palms cause the two of them to fly apart.

Ezriel lands on his feet but the opposite for the other.

"Looks like you have gotten weaker." Ezriel mutters as he leans over him. "Its time to go back home."

"Please don't send me there. Ill do anything for you, don't send me there."

"I want to go home if you don't want to. Sorry but our priorities done match." Ezriel closes his eyes and his hands start to glow white. "Inka Terres Honans. Rest in Pieces." He mutters and under him, the incubus yells in pain as he starts to melt.

He reaches up to hold the angel but his hands go right through him.

As his head begins to melt, Ezriel stands up. "Say hi to your boss for me."

The last melted ember flies into the air and then falls down, getting swallowed into the earth.

The wind picks up and small gust of whirlwind surround Ezriel.

He is not surprised but just lets it cover him.

"Nine. One more to go and you will be reinstated back into your spot amongst the High Angels."

"I have done so much already and honestly, there is not so much of them walking the earth anymore. If I kill them all, there wont be any job for the others. High Angel, just let me come back now. I had to track that one for twenty three years."

The High Angel looks at him from beneath his nose. "No. You are to finish your punishment on earth."

"Fine. Who is the last person?"

"Anythe."

Ezriel expects more but nothing else. "Last name?"

"None."

"How do I find her then?"

"Anythe, daughter of Viola Artres and unknown father, walks the earth. Find her, and then you will come back home."

The whirlwind clears, leaving Ezriel surprised and confused.

"Daughter? A born Succubus? This should be interesting. Let's start from who Viola Artres is, and maybe mysterious Anythe will show up."

Turning around, he walks gown the alleyway, disappearing right in the middle of it.

A three year old

walking past drops his ice cream, staring at what he has seen.