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“I like to know who I’m dealing with before I make a deal.”
I hesitated. Should I give him my fake name? No, if he was going to grant me wishes, he probably needed my real name. “I’m Ariella. And you’re Leviathan.”
“Nice to meet you."
Enough with this shit. “So, about my wish.”
His eyes narrowed. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”
“I’ll tell you only if you grant it.”
“I’ll only know if I can grant it if you tell me what it is.”
Damn. I wasn’t planning on rendering the details of my problem to him. I shifted my weight. “I’m an angel and I lost my wings. I would?—”
“So, a fallen angel.”
I gritted my teeth. “Yes. Five years ago, a higher demon took my wings, and a handful of months ago, another demon stole my powers?—”
He scoffed. “So, you’re practically human.”
I clenched my hands into fists. “Does it matter to you what I am?”
“I need to know who and what I’m dealing with.”
“I’m a fallen angel without her powers. Happy?” I wasn’t.
“What rank are you? Or should I say, were you?”
Oh, so he knew about that? I didn’t think many demons knew about our ranks.
From the bottom, we had angels. They didn’t have powers and their wings were a lot smaller than the others. They were good people who only wanted harmony and peace. It was said the first humans were actually angels who wanted to explore Earth. In the years they stayed here, they lost their wings and became humans.
If an angel had light magic and demonstrated stronger feelings that were not lined up with pure goodness, they were sent to the Guardian Academy, to become Guardians and fight evil. In the academy, we were taught to use our feelings in the right way.
Before demon hunters existed, we were the only ones fighting demons and evil beings on Earth. I had heard that because there was so much evil on Earth and the angel population was small, Adona had decided we couldn’t fight alone. She sent an archangel to a human and gave him powers—the first demon hunter.
If that was true or not, I didn’t know.
When an angel graduated from the academy, he was a Cherub, a new recruit. It was a proud moment when the angel received his Celestial Sword and started going on missions. After several years proving himself, gaining experience and power, he would then become a Seraph.
Another several years and experience later, and a lot more power, he would become an archangel, the strongest and most powerful of all angels. The generals and commanders in our armies.
And at the top, was our own god, Adona, the most pure and kindhearted and righteous creature to ever exist. She was as old as the universe.
I shifted my weight, uncomfortable with this conversation. “I’m a Cherubin.” I had graduated from the academy when I came down to Earth for a mission and became stuck here.
“Then you’re young, sweetheart.” Yes, I was. Twenty-three years old, but I felt ninety after so long on Earth. Angels aged like humans until we became archangels, when they became practically immortal, like Adona—but only one percent of us ever got to that rank. “Where’s your sword?”
He knew too much about us. A lot of our lives and systems were a mystery to others. But this demon knew a few things.
“The same demon who ripped my wings off destroyed my sword.”
“And you won’t ask me for it?”
My eyes widened. “Can you get it back for me if I wish for it?”
“Is that what you want, sweetheart?”
