Angels and Demons

(Princess)

I groaned and turned my head away from the light that had suddenly flooded my vision.

"Ah. It's good to see that you're up." I heard a voice say.

I tried to stand up but I was a bit unsteady and landed flatly on my behind. I heard him chuckle and I turned around and saw dark brown curly hair, bright green eyes and lastly his bright, white wings.

They were different from my own, which of course were not visible at the moment. But mine started black and turned into a soft gray near the middle before fading into white close to my back.

"Let me go." I said softly. "I'm sorry princess, but I'm afraid I can't do that." He responded, standing up from his seat on the floor.

"Why do you keep calling me princess? I'm not of royal blood." I said turning away from this, begrudgingly admitted of course, beautiful angel. "But you are." He said softly, before grabbing my hands and helping me up. "Look." He said, pointing a finger at my star shaped birthmark on my wrist. "Only the descendants of Queen Alicia have these." His claw dragged lightly over each point.

I felt myself shiver and I swallowed before turning my face away from him. I still didn't fully believe it though. "What's your name?" He questioned, his claws still dragging on my hand. "I erm... Don't have one." I felt my face flush at my answer.

"Shame. I'm sure she'll pick out one for you." He smiled before getting up and leaving, closing the door behind him. I never even asked him his name. Wow. I looked around the room. It was beautiful. I was on a full sized bed draped with a dusty rose colored duvet.

Red curtains covered the window and the room was laced with red trim. I do have to admit that I absolutely loved the color of everything in the room. I stood up off the bed and walked around it. It was really big. I sighed and sat on the bed, looking down I noticed I was still in my towel. My face felt incredibly hot.

At least I was covered, I looked over and saw a wooden closet. I sighed and took out the first thing I could get my hands on. I pulled out a black dress and layed it on the bed. I sighed and went over to the vanity near the back of the room.

I brushed my hair and pulled it up into a high ponytail before walking back over to the bed and dropping my towel. I heard the door creak open and I pulled the dress in front of my body and backed into the wall.

"Oh! I am so sorry." I saw The same boy who was talking to me a while ago. "I-i-it's ok." I stuttered feeling my face heat up for the billionth time in less than an hour. "I'll just be outside." I could have sworn his cheeks were pink.

I shook out my thoughts and and focused and putting on the dress. I walked over to the full mirror next to the closet. I twirled around in the dress. It hugged my curves and a piece from the midsection was cut out but it was still beautiful.

It was floor length and had a silver trim at the bottom. In place of a sleeve my left arm had a silver band wrapped around it. I slipped on black flats. The outfit was absolutely breathtaking. I sighed and took my hair out the ponytail so it would fall down to my waist.

'Finished'. I smiled at my reflection and walked out the door and look around until I saw him. "Where are we going?" I asked walking to his side. "To the Queen." He said taking my arm and wrapping it in his own before walking down the long hallway.

He led me down many dark hallways and through many doors until we stopped at a huge door. "Now, don't be scared, okay?" He said giving my hand a light squeeze before opening the large mahogany doors. A woman turned to the open door and I swallowed looking down at my claws, which had now turned a lavender color - nervous.

I was nervous. If this woman - this Angel Queen was really my mother, why wouldn't I be nervous? She was sitting on top of a throne like chair. She had white glossy hair and silver eyes just like mine. He let go of my arm and in a flap of pearly white wings, she was in front of me. I gasped and moved back.

"What is your name dear?" She asked smiling at me. "I uh... I don't have o-one." I stuttered softly. "Hm... That's a shame. And why is that?" She started walking to a large window and looking out of it. "A councilmen told me once... that I was born a bastard. He told me that bastards don't get names." I said with my head down.

As I watched my nails change from lavender to blue from recalling that sad memory. "Well, it is unimportant to dwell on the past. What shall we call you?" She asked changing the subject, and sitting on the ledge of the window. "Come sit." She said patting the space on the ledge next to her. "It will be your name after all." She chuckled.

Well this wasn't what I expected at all. I was told that Queen Alicia was an evil sadistic bitch, but then again so was everyone on that damned demon council. I sighed and took a seat next to her. "What about Alexandra?" She asked tapping her fingers on the ledge. I crinkled my nose and laughed before covering my mouth. "Sorry." I muttered.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, you have beautiful laugh." She smiled. "Thank you." I said swinging my legs slightly. "So, how about Mariah?" She asked looking to the ceiling. I shrugged. "Harry." She called and the boy that was in my chambers appeared at her side. 'Harry' The name did suit him. "What kind of name would you give her?" She asked placing her hand on mine.

He stood from his crouched position and looked at me before tilting his head to the side and murmuring 'Amaranth'. His eyes lit up and he smiled slightly, showing his own fangs. " I like it." I said smiling at her and Harry. "It's different." "It really is, but fit for a princess." She smiled.

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