From the Heavens

Hey guys, it's my first time doing this so I'd appreciate any and all feedback. Oh, and if you want a character to be in there just give the basic details like:

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He knew immediately what was happening. However, he couldn't stop it. Defenseless, he had to witness it all, again and again and again.he hated it, but, he knew that it had to happen. If only it changed once in a while, maybe then he'd enjoy sleeping

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A voice. Deep. Celestial. Powerful. As always the boom of his voice seemed to resonate through everything. The words that he uttered brought upon a beginning, a beginning like no other.

"Let there be light."

And so, there was light.

A change in scene, he was no longer with the voice, no. He was with them, The Archangels. They where being initiated, rising up in the ranks. He was watching from a distance. He knew why they where with Him. The battle between the now two separate legions had just ended, and His side won.

"Uriel, Raguel, Michael, Seraquel, Gabriel, Raziel and Raphael."

Those are the most powerful creations ever made. They trained him. Made him all that he is today. Above all he was a fighter, but, only because of Michael. He was a warrior thanks to him. One of the best, no, the best.

Suddenly, he was no longer with them. His vision became blurry then cleared all of a sudden.This was different. The smell of ocean hung in the air. Sand, he felt sand underneath him. He was sitting down on the sand, a girl in the distance. She turned around and smiled at him. Human, he could tell by her smile, so lively, so young, fragile, mundane. Even sitting down he could tell she was just a fragment shorter than him, her long brunette hair hung freely over her shoulders and stopped over her chest. Her features were subtle, porcelain, beautiful. Her eyes were a deep hazelnut colour, mesmerizing. Her skin was ever so slightly tanned, a natural tan. She was slim, but, her curves made her irresistible. She could pass as a model, although he guessed she wasn't. She didn't have the aura, if that was the right word. She walked over to him and whispered.

"Emmanuel, wake up."

The voice, it sounded strangely familiar. Her words tickled the fragment of his mind, caressing his thoughts, causing him to stir.

"Emmanuel, wake up."

The voice sounded more impatient this time. He could no longer see anything, all was black.

"Emmanuel, wake up!"

He couldn't. His body wouldn't let him.

"EMMANUEL! WAKE! UP!"

His eyes flew open, Muscles coiled, he scanned the surroundings of his bedroom. Upon seeing his sister Michaela, he relaxed. She too was a fighter. Although she looked like she couldn't hurt a fly, she was fierce. Not to mention strong. Her looks were deceiving. Tall, blond hair, blues eyes, again the build of a model, and there she stood in jean shorts and a shirt, covered up with an apron. Hands on hips, flour all over her face and arms, and a look that was both icy and worried at the same time. At that moment two things slowly occurred to him, one: it had been her voice in the strange dream of the girl, and two: she's been making pastries again.

"Don't just stare at me! Do you know what time it is?!"

He rolled out of bed and walked towards the mirror, where he gazed at himself. Completely ignoring her while doing so.

"It's three o'clock! In the afternoon! Veronica will kill you, you should have been up hours ago."

"Ah my poor, poor sister." he said, speaking for the first time." I, am her favourite child" His voice was thick and rasp with sleep. He could see her smirking in the reflection.

"ugh, I give up with you sometimes. Your so Blaise about everything." she exclaimed.

"No, not everything, I take X Factor very seriously." he proclaimed cheekily

"Anyway, just get ready, come down and try my croissants, their delicious." she smiled, then walked out of his room.

As soon as she was gone he ran to the French windows and burst through them and onto the balcony, where he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with fresh Venetian air. It was September the 3rd and in a few days him and his siblings would be starting High school over in New York. He felt tired, sore, confused and unsettled, but, one thing was for sure, all Hell was about to break loose, and as usual he would have to fight the peril that roams the Earth. After all, it was his purpose, being an Angel and all.

 

Thanks!  I'll have the next chapter up asap. 

 

Yeah, I've read some of it before (I'll finish asap lol) and it's amazing, you describe character emotions very well! Ahh tips... Well when I've read the while thing I'll see what pops up lol, but, as far as I'm concerned, from what I've read so far, your an amazing writer and your doing a great job! 

 

Haha thanks  and don't worry your details good and with practice it'll get better! 

 

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She knew almost immediately the boy she was looking at wasn't human. She was sitting next to him in a car, an Audi TT, and he was driving. She didn't know how she got there, but, she knew that, it was one of the weird things about dreams. He was focused on the road, giving her the perfect opportunity to study him closely. She couldn't believe it. He was perfect, too perfect. No human is that flawless. Everything about him oozed perfection, aesthetic beauty- God, what was she thinking! But, then again he did seem out of this world. It was giving her a headache. Can that even happen? Getting headaches in dreams. Well it certainly was a first. She looked out the window, then back at him. She couldn't help but stare, he was intriguing, captivating, charismatic. She got the impression that people felt drawn to him. She took him in, he was tall, just a little taller then her, making him 6 ft. He had light brown skin, and deep dark black hair. His eyes were black with specks of golden flakes scattered ever so lighty across them. Dressed in jeans and a sweater, she could tell he was muscular. His thin white sweater clung to his skin tightly. His sleeves where pushed up, revealing thick muscles on his arms. There was a certain serious, yet somehow fragile and gentle look about him. It made her flustered and nervous.

Strangely enough she found herself speaking to him. Her voice, to her surprise, was even.

"So are you going to tell me why we had to ditch school?"

He turned his gaze towards her and said gently "Brrrrrrrr."

"What?"

"Brrrrrrrrrrrr." His voice becoming more aggressive.

"Umm, is there something wrong?"

"BRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!" He practically shouted at her.

She woke with a start, heart pounding, eyes darting around. Her gaze fell upon her alarm clock that was screeching it's heart out. She tried to move her hands, but, they had curled up into fists, refusing to move. She took a few deep breaths before promptly picking up the alarm clock and hurling it out the window.

"Stupid alarm clock, scared the daylights out of me!"

It was seven o'clock in the morning, and Elizabeth Rosewater had never felt so unsettled before. Her thoughts fell on the strange boy from her dream and immediately she felt flustered.

"ugh, stupid dream."

She scolded herself for letting her feelings run wild. Then again, she was only human.

 

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Mansions. Grand, beautiful, magnificent, a true work of art. They belonged in a quite suburb outside of cities, or in the countryside, but, somehow his family had managed to find one that was in the midst of New York's hustle and bustle. He took in the details of both the exterior and the interior. Intricate, French design. Everything was beautiful, it was all so elegantly set out. From the trims on the windows, to the exquisite tiles on the floors. It was absolute perfection and it made him sick.

"you honestly couldn't help yourself, could you Johnathan?" Emmanuel muttered.

"Ah, let me see, nope." His father replied smugly after a long pause.

"Right, well I guess I need to pick a room then." he said to no one in particular.

He heaved his bags on his back before taking one look at the stairs. There was no way he was going to walk up all that, steadying his mind, he visualized the best room in the house, all of a sudden he found himself in there, bags and all. In a flurry he unpacked and reshifted furniture to his liking. In less then five minutes he was all done. He looked at his phone, no messages. He sauntered towards the window to find a letter resting on the balcony. He pushed through the windows and onto the balcony, taking the letter in his hands. He opened it to find four words written in elegant handwriting.

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Enjoy your new school.

Michael
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He smiled before returning inside. He saw an Omega Sea master on his bed, a gift from Veronica no doubt. It was a kind gesture. He put it on, perfect fit. It read: 12:30, he knew it was early hours in the morning, so, in theory he should get some sleep before he started at his new school tomorrow, but, he didn't feel like putting up with his dreams tonight, so, he crept downstairs towards the library. Which was ridiculously massive. However, it wasn't the books he was interested in, no, tonight he wanted the grand piano. Feeling drawn to the beautiful instrument, he sat on the stool and carefully opened the lid. He let his fingers run wild, playing all the songs he could think of, works of Beethoven, Mozart, Bach, even One Republic . He didn't care, he let the sound sooth his troubled mind, however the only thing it couldn't sooth was that girl, strange as it seemed, she played an important role in what was to come. If only he knew what that was, then again it's better if he doesn't know. Not until it's right, after all, everything happens for a reason

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"Honey, why aren't you eating your breakfast? Are you nervous about your first day sweetie?" Her mother asked.

She sighed. "No Mom, I'm not that hungry. That's all."

Her mother looked worried, but said no more. Outside, a car honked, signaling for her to hurry up.

"Ugh, Amber's here. I got to go, bye Mom." she said before kissing her mother on the cheek, and rushing out the house of the house to greet her friend.

Her mother stood at the window and waved to the girls. Once in the car Elizabeth was bombarded with questions.

"So, how've you been? Did you meet any cute boy's? Did you see that movie I told you about? Did you go anywhere? Did you-"

"Amber!" she snapped.

Her best friend pouted "Too many questions?"

"Yeah, it's to early in the morning to be playing twenty one questions" she replied cheekily.

"Oh shut up you, anyway I know we're just going to have so much fun! Don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess so"

Amber huffed in exasperation before driving off towards school. Elizabeth couldn't explain her feelings all she could think about, was that something was going to happen. Something big, if only she knew what. No, maybe it's best she doesn't know, not until it's the right time. Although, one name kept toying with her mind, she couldn't explain how or why that name popped up, but, it did.

"Emmanuel." she murmured.

"Huh?" Amber asked.

"No, nothing."

She didn't know who the name belonged to, or what it meant. Somehow, she knew that it was tied to her. She was just going to have to wait and see.

Bump? If I get 3 I continue.

 

I meant from different people silly!  and thanks I'll develop Ambers character in the next chapter  and if you want a character feel free to ask.

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