One that is without a name.

Greetings, no disclaimer needed since this all comes from the collected minds of me and two of my friends. I am not sure how far this story will go but hey, it is worth a try. This story is in first person most of the time, haven't decided if it will change at all. It will have a little naughty here and there and a full blown scene at a later chapter. But this is mostly plot not sex. I hope you enjoy. Reviews would be welcomed.

Happy Reading.

One that is without a name.
Chapter one: The Mission.
Posted: 1/20/2006

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Abomination, that is what I have been called since I can remember, shunned and pushed aside for a reason that no one would say. Like every other child I was schooled in the proper subjects, language, history, how to fight and how to defend. When I was of age I was sent on missions, I noticed quite quickly that I was always away from heaven, I was hated so much that not even my own parents showed me any compassion. My mother I have never met, the only thing I know is that she is an Archangel, one of the chosen warriors. My father however was an Angel of Death, he defined the title, all he cared about was himself and his status, that is what allowed him to reach the pinnacle that he has gotten.

“What does it matter what you think, you do as you are told,” he said once when I asked why I was treated differently from the others in my age group. So I was half of two different types of angels, for this I was shunned, I was one of a kind a unique angel for this I was hated. I couldn’t believe that anyone would care about how I came into being but apparently I was wrong. When I was about 4000 years old I had been assigned to a mission it was my duty to help a warring king, he was going against a force that was almost from hell itself. I don’t know why they assigned to this mission, what the king needed was a tactician I was just a warrior; I was not able to advised him like he needed. The one thing I did advise him was to not fight the arch demon that the enemy had gotten to help fight for them. Of course the stupid mortal went to fight the arch demon alone and then his kingdom was quickly over run by the enemy.

I however survived this war, the enemy thought I would be a good prisoner, like a trump card to get on the good side of heaven, they were wrong however. After about a year or so they locked me in this godforsaken cell under their city. I learned quickly that this cell was magical because after I was locked in I was never visited again, no food or water was brought to me but I didn’t starve or die of thirst. All I had was a small rock ledge that was like a bed of sorts with a couple of blankets, that was all. I didn’t even want to know what happened with the other things that needed to be taken care of; it is not something I like to dwell on. So I have been here for 2000 years, alone with the walls of stone, I have thought of killing myself many times but I cannot bring myself to do so.

Let’s just say I was shocked beyond belief when the door to my cell opened suddenly one day. I was so shocked that I bumped my head on the ceiling of the cell when I jumped in fright.

“Well, what have we here,” I heard purred from the door in surprise. “I didn’t think they had something like this down here, this is a nice surprise,” I looked to the doorway and noticed a single human standing there, he was fairly buff looking, he had brown colored hair and tense black eyes. I pulled my arms around my chest in an attempt to cover my body; I flushed when I realized that my clothes were next to nothing after all the years of wear. I must have looked a sight; my hair was braided as best as I could and coiled about my body.

“What do you want,” I hissed at him, my body was weak, this damn cell barely kept me alive. I was thin, like one whom had been starving far less then I had been down here.
“I am here to offer you a chance at freedom,” the man glared at me with discontent. “I have a mission that needs to be completed but none in my command is capable of accomplishing this task, what is your answer will you take this mission or just continue to rot here,” I glared at the mortal with hatred. What kind of a choice was that of course I would agree to anything to be free of this prison.

“Ok, I will help you but I ask one thing first, I would like to at least have a chance to bath first,” I said desperately. “I need to cut my hair and get some proper clothing,” the man thought for a moment before he smirked.

“I suppose that can be arranged but that also comes with a price,” he whispered as he stepped into the room. Quick as a flash of lighting he grabbed my arms and shoved me against the rough back wall of my cell, I hissed in pain as my wings were scratched against the coarse rock. “Submit to me and I will give you more then a bath,” he whispered in my ear before he kissed me on my dry lips. I gasped slightly which he took full advantage of as he pushed his warm tongue into my mouth. I was so weak that he was able to pin my arms with one of his larger hands, his free hand instantly went between my legs. As he kissed me his roaming hand plunged into my private area, he instantly flicked one finger over my sensitive area. I gasped in weak pleasure and surprise at his direct actions, less then a few minutes ago I was alone and now this man was making me melt into his arms.

“A bath, a place to cut my hair, clothing and my freedom. In exchange for that I will complete your mission, but I will not be your partner when I have no desire to,” I said after I pulled my mouth from his. I am a stubborn person, I also really despise when someone takes advantage of me.

“I think not, you can either submit or I can make your existence for the next day a living hell,” he said, sneering at me with a look that most would be frightened of.

“What are you threatening to rape me, that is like the oldest trick in my book,” I said matter of factly to him. “I have a much higher sex drive then you so I wouldn’t even put up a sweat pleasuring you,” I sneered at him for a moment before I finished “You are not even worth my imagination time,” I was rewarded with a pretty hard slap for my words.

“Damn creature,” the man hissed at me. He balled up his fist and punched me hard in my stomach, even me being an angel that hurts. I hunched forward slightly in pain as I gasped to get my lungs back in proper working order. Man he was feisty, maybe I would have a little fun with him after all. The man grabbed one of my almost useless wings and yanked on it, even in their unused condition they were still very sensitive. I allowed myself to be dragged from the cell blocks. I was dragged into an area that seemed as deserted as the underground prison but I noticed with great pleasure that it was a bathing area. “You may use these facilities, you have one hour,” he said as he threw me upon the floor.

“Fucking mortal,” I murmured as I stretched out my wings to their full length. I moan in distain as I saw their state. My beautiful feathers were grey with the years of grime; I almost didn’t remember what they originally looked like. I stretched them wide the whole span of my wings from tip to tip was a good 20 ft. “I need to get into a good training area; I must be very rusty,” I turned to the large tub and pressed a switch that started to run a good stream of heated water. As the tub filled I quickly searched the area for the other things I needed, I found a small area that was a changing area, it was in slight disarray but I did find a small bag that held bath items.

“Thanks god,” I whispered as I pulled out a small pair of scissors. I uncoiled my lengths of hair and gladly snipped off a good chunk of it. I cut my hair until it was even; it was still long it went to just above my ass, just the right length. I looked at the sorry state that it was in and nearly cried, my beautiful locks were as discolored with years of grime. I pealed myself out of the rags I considered clothes and threw them across the changing room. I examined my frail form carefully, crying out in displeasure I noticed that I was paler then a cloud. I shivered in anticipation for the bath as I heard the water turn off. I grabbed the bag of bath items, a couple of towels I also found and a simple robe all from the same area.

“Finally,” I whispered as I slip into the warm water. I pulled out a small bar of soap from the bag I had retrieved and quickly started to scrub my tired body. I started with my legs I lingered in between my legs pleasure myself for a few moments before I shifted in the tub. I took the soap and quickly moved to wash my midsection and then my arms. “Hmm. I wonder what the mission they want me to complete,” I murmured to myself as I washed my chest, finally I worked on the areas of my back that I could reach. After I finished with my body I dunked my head below the still warm water to begin the process of washing my hair. When I rose above the water again I grabbed a small jar from the bag, it was filled with a lotion like liquid it had a flowery sent. I took a small amount of the liquid and started to rub it into the bottom of my hair. I spent a good 20 minutes working the rest of the liquid into my scalp before I rinsed it out of my hair.

“Much better,” I hummed happily as I examine my now clean hair, its shimmer had returned, it was a bright silver color, is flowed behind me like a river. Finally I turned my attention to my wings; they were now wet but still needed a good scrub. I pulled the bar of soap back into my hands and folded my right wing around me. I sighed in relief as I started to quickly clean my feathers, as the grime starts to come off I finally see my feather once more in all their glory. The top of the feather is a bright white color it fades into a midnight color as the feather tapers off.

“A picture of beauty,” I heard called from the door of the open from the front of the room. I rolled my eyes and started to clean my left wing I heard the man walk over and I saw him start to over to get a better look at my body. I moved to the edge of the tub so all he could see was my back and the rest he only imagined. “What is your name?” he asked me as I heard him move to in front of me so I could see him. It was then I realized that I was looking at a different man; he looked totally different from the man that had freed me. He had long black hair that was tied at the nap of his neck with a leather tie, his hazel eyes looked intensely at my face. He was wearing a simple brown shirt and pair of patched pants. He had a very well toned body, it was tanned to a very crisp brown, he was very attractive.

“I don’t have a name,” I say as I give him a slight smirk. The man laughed and sat down just with in reaching distance of the tub.

“Come on now I just wanted what I should call this beautiful creature,” he whispered. I glared at him and moved to the other side of the tub. I pulled myself out of the now cold bath water and grabbed a towel, I started to dry off my body not caring that this human was ogling my backside. When I am done drying my body I start to dry my hair, after it was dry I opened my wings and started to move them quickly getting the water out of my feathers.

“What do you want?” I ask harshly as use my wings to cover my naked body for a little bit of modesty as I turned to face this man.

“Well gracious maiden I am here to help you on your mission, I have been assigned to accompany you to make sure that it actually happens,” the man says effortlessly he bowed low, “My name is Elivan,” he said nobly. I rolled my eyes and walked into the changing area to find something to wear. I however didn’t get very far as I felt something go around my slim next and click into place. I felt something heavy rest against my shoulders and saw in an old mirror that a thin metal collar had been placed around my neck. I turned around to look at Elivan for an answer and saw myself staring at the man whom had released me earlier.

“Don’t try to take that off, if you do then a trigger will be alerted to have every creature hunter that can kill you. The bounty on your head will be very high if you try to defy us. Your mission is to go to a certain village 2 weeks north of here; they have a natural ability to heal with great results. I want you to go there and bring back a healer for our king he is very ill, if you accomplish this with in 2 months you will be set free for good,” he explained and shoved something into my hands, I realized quickly that they were my original clothes I had worn so long ago when I had first been brought here. “After you get dressed get out of here,” the man said and then left.

“Damn man,” I spit out and then I start to examine my clothing. My shirt was grey with no sleeves; it had two areas where I tied together the ends, one around my neck and the other around my lower stomach below my wings. My bottom piece was a mid thigh skirt that was very billowy. There was a part to the bottom that acted like undergarments hiding my private area from prying eyes. After I pull on my clothes I turn to the Elivan and give him a stern look. “Well lead the way, I want get this damn mission finished as soon as possible.”

“As you wish my lady,” Elivan said with a low bow. I knew he was mocking me and I didn’t like it one bit, I had a feeling that the next two weeks would be hell.

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Ok, there is one thing I hate more than my father and it is demons, so when I spotted the demon one week into my trip I had no other thought then to kill it. This demon was a nasty one but I was able to finally corner it in some sort of a cave, I smirked at the demons attempts to attack me, he did get me a couple of times but I avoided him.

“I need my weapon,” I murmured and held out my right and left hands, a long wooden staff appeared in them, after a moment the ends erupted into scythe blades each pointing away from each other. I take a defensive position my colorless eyes watched the demon as it taunted me.

“Angel, this is not a good time for this,” I heard Elivan say from the enterence of the cave, I ignored him as the demon made a leap at me hoping to catch me off guard, I dodged with no problem and put myself behind it as it landed. I pointed one end of my double ended scythe at the evil being and smiled.

“Heaven’s Vengeance,” I whispered, instantly holy energy engulfed the demon and it screeched in utter terror, the area around the creature was bathed in a bright light for a moment before it faded. The demon had been reduced to a few parts and a large puddle of blood that was spreading across the cave floor like a slow wave. I felt arms go around my shoulders from behind in a sort of hug.

“Are you all done Angel,” Elivan whispered in my ear, I fumed, I hated it when he touched me when I didn’t want him to. Now don’t get me wrong I had plans to make my move with this man because one was fucking hot and two he was a warrior so that means he had stamina, something I looked for in a man. I pulled myself from his embrace after my weapon disappeared and I turned to face him, a look of distance on my face.

“I told you not to call me that,” I said angrily at him. The human warrior frowned at me and gave his shoulders a slight shrug.

“What do you want me to call you, thing?” he questioned. “You will not give me your name and I don’t think it would be nice to just call you thing or person,” he reasoned.

“I told you human, I don’t have a name so stop pestering me about it,” I snapped back as I looked around the cave. I noticed that there was a small pile of treasure at the back of the cave. One small thing among it drew my attention, it was a small ring, nothing horribly fancy or important. “Interesting,” I murmured as I slipped it on with out a second thought. The ring flashed for a moment bathing the cave in a bright light, I had to close my eyes to keep from going blind from it. After the light faded I looked around the room again and startled slightly at the figure that was now standing in front of me. It looked human, well half of it did, and its upper body looked like that of a human male of about 20 years of age, from the waist down though it was just mist.

“What is your first wish,” the thing said importantly. I blink at it in confusion before I realize what it was; it was an air spirit of sorts that had been trapped to grant wishes like that a genie would do.

“I have no desire for wishes at this moment,” I say as I pull off the ring and hand it to Elivan, “You take care of this thing, it may come in handy,” I say to him as I walk out of the cave. The human warrior follows me dumbly like an obedient puppy, I like that in a man, someone I can control.

It had been about another 6 hours since we had left the cave, that damn air spirit had some kind of journal and was scribbling in it the entire time, it unnerved me but I just tired to ignore him.

“Damn, this sucks.” I murmur to myself looking around the village of the healers that I had spent the last two weeks trying to find. I started to search the wreckage for any survivors, my stomach turned at the sight of the villagers, whom ever raided this place did so to make sure that they didn’t survive, talk about overkill.

“I found some tracks of what appear to be survivors,” Elivan said softly in my ear, placing one hand on my shoulder. I looked at him with a blank stare; I didn’t care about the mortals except getting just one, which was needed to secure my freedom. I allowed Elivan to show me the way that the tracks led, they led into the mountains behind the village, and he said that there were a total of 6 survivors. We followed the tracks for about 7 hours, I eventually had to split up from Elivan, and the tracks broke off so I followed on set and the human warrior the other.

“Damn it, this is not worth the effort,” I mumbled as I collapsed to the ground I had followed the tracks into the mountains but then had lost them, my wings aced from their use as I could not climb some of these cliffs. I don’t know when I fell asleep but I did, when I awoke it was to something poking me with something really sharp.

“Stop that,” I mumbled sleepily and pushed away the sharp object, I then found out that was a really bad idea as I felt the thing embedded its self into my right thigh. My eyes flew open and to my horror I saw a goblin standing over me with a crude short sword embedded in my leg. I pushed the goblin off my body; it fell to the floor with a squeal of fright. I stood up and looked behind me there was a sheer drop, it looked it would hurt if I tumbled down it. I opened my wings and backed up, moving to the other side of the sheer cliff drop.

The goblins didn’t seem pleased that I was trying to escape; they threw their spears at me which just clinked along the cavern walls. I was halfway to the edge when one of the goblins screeched shrilly and threw what looked like a bola at me. My usually emotionless face looked on in horror as the long rope wrapped itself around my wings, I heard a sickening crack from the left one and cried out in pain as the bola weights twisted around each other at my back, I didn’t remember much after that.

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End of chapter one. Well that is all till next time, Ja-ne