Page 3 of Tainted Wings

Chapter 2

Abby

Gathering my bag, Imake my way through the castle that is my home and to the portal room. Nodding at the guard, he lets me pass. When I get inside, my father is there with a few of his men. Being formal, he gives me a nod, but I can see the slight hint of a smile on his lips.

“Good luck. And I'll be seeing you at the end of the year,” he says in a professional tone, needing to uphold his reputation. He wants to hug me goodbye, but he won't. No one knows about the relationship he and I have, other than Leo.

“See you then, father,” I say, with a nod before walking through the cloudy, swirling portal. When I step onto the other side, I'm in a big, blinding white room.

“Welcome to Earth, Miss Morningstar.” A man dressed in a white and silver guard's uniform greets me.

“Hi,” I say, forcing a smile.

“I'm Tim. If you’ll come with me, I’ll bring you to your mother. She's waiting in the lobby.”

Humans have been aware that angels have lived amongst them for thousands of years, keeping to themselves on a little island country called Ethereal. The main population is made up of all types of angels, including pure blood angels, archangels, fallen angels–also known as dark angels– and nephilim. Although the angel race primarily keep reproducing within their own kind, some do mate with humans, and their offspring are then welcomed here.

I follow Tim to the lobby, and when we get there, my eyes find her immediately. My mother, the woman who abandoned me only days after I was born. I try to take deep breaths to keep my horns from making their way to the surface, but I find it incredibly hard to keep my cool when she turns her big, blue eyes on me and smiles.

She is beautiful, and you can tell she's a pure blood. She has long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and pink pouty lips. Exactly like me. But that's where our similarities end. While she's tall and thin, I'm short and curvy. I have big breasts, a thin waist and a round ass.

“Abigail, my sweet daughter, it's so wonderful to see you,” she greets in a soft motherly voice, and I try not to roll my eyes. What bullshit.Wonderful to see me? More like meet me.

“It's Abby,” I say bitterly, and her smile drops a little. “I prefer to be called Abby.”

Her smile returns, and I wanna wipe it off her face. “Of course.”

She steps closer as if to give me a hug, but I put my hand up to stop her. “Listen, I don't know you, and I don't want to. I'm here to enjoy time on earth. Don't act like we are besties, and don't try your fake bullshit with me. I don't wanna hear it,” I snap. I know it's harsh, but she abandoned me as a baby after all.

Her face falls, and a pained, hurt look replaces her beautiful smile. She nods. “I understand,” she says in a soft, quiet voice. I'm normally not this rude, but it’s hard to be nice to a mother who’s never been in my life.

“The car is waiting,” she says, turning around and exiting the building, expecting me to follow.

This ‘car’ is not a car at all. It's a stretch limo. I snort a laugh. “Nice digs, did your archangel sugar daddy pay for this?” Okay, I'm being a bitch, but she left me and ended up with one of God’s ‘top dogs’. I have the right to be a little bitter.

“So which one are you married to? Dad never talked about it other than stating the fact that you left us for one of God’s personal archangels.”

She looks at me like she wants to explain something, but changes her mind. “Michael,” she simply states, giving me nothing else.

We get into the limo. I sit on one side, and my mother sits on the other. “I'd like to talk to you about a few things before we get to the house, if that’s alright?” she asks, and I nod.

“Michael works a lot. He has a very busy and important job, so you probably won't be seeing much of him. However, his son Isaac and his two best friends, Luke and Noah, live with us. Their mothers passed away when they were just little boys, and their fathers are all close to Michael as you probably know. So they stay with us because their fathers are just as busy.”

Great.A house full of strange boys. And it must be nice. Raising other people's kids when you can't even take care of your own.

We drive in silence for a while before pulling up to a gate. As the limo slows, I try to look out my window to get a better view, but can't see anything past the big, stone walls. The limo stops for just a second before starting back up again. When it stops again, it's in front of a big white three-story mansion. Of course, it'spurewhite.

I'm not impressed by the size, I live in a castle back home, but I do admire the beautiful greenery on the property grounds. In Hell, nothing grows. We have the Hellfire Forest, but that's forever burning, so there’s nothing to admire about that.

“Welcome to your new home,” the limo driver says with a nod before getting back in the vehicle and taking off the way we came.

Bending over, I pick up my bag and slip it over my shoulder. My mother starts up the stairs leading to the big glass doors, and I follow without any words.

The place is just as I expected based on what I saw from the outside; big, open, andeverythingis white.

“Your room is on the top floor, east wing. The boys are on the middle floor, east wing, and my room is on the top floor as well but in the west wing.”

She shows me to my room. It’s big and basic, clearly a guest room, and white like the rest of the house. I'm not sure if they are trying to give off the illusion that they’re in Heaven or something, but at this point all the white is hurting my eyes. If I'm gonna be living here, I'll have to redecorate this whole place, add a splash of color... or the whole damn paint can.

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