By Lauren
I'm doing a holiday project with my friend, Lara. We're writing a book together based off a writing prompt she found on instagram. The story doesn't yet have a name but I've written two introductions for the two main characters, Loki and Rowan. They're probably not the finished products but I thought I'd share them here anyway. Any name suggestions would also be appreciated!
The Devil’s Daughter
I was born in a perfect, golden world. A land of glowing, pristine buildings and soft smiles, of sunshine and rainbows and teddy bears and pretty little butterflies.
But I remember none of that now.
All I remember is the life He gave me. My Father. The life in the World on Fire. It was beautiful too, but a different sort of beautiful. It was the beauty that cuts and burns if you get too close. The beauty of danger and fear and fire. The sharp beauty you can fall off the edges of. Not the Heaven I was born in, but the Hell I was made for.
I am a half-breed, the product of the Devil Himself and an Angel. I took after my Father from the beginning, my Mother didn’t even survive my birth. I have the brown skin and red-black hair of my father, I also have his wings, the bat wings instead of the bird wings the Angels have. The only trait of my mothers that I got was a Halo instead of horns. But even that’s made of fire.
Fire is a friend of mine, it doesn’t burn me because I burn too. Fire and I are one and the same. You’d be a fool to think you could control it, same goes for me. Don’t test me, I will dominate.
I am Rowan, and I am the Devil’s daughter.
Hell’s Greatest Threat
The first one hundred and fifty years of my life were beautiful. I lived in a world where everything was peaceful and happy, where everyone had everything they needed. There was no war or grief, and I never once knew pain or suffering.
But I did know fear.
Fear of the Devil that preys on us Angels. Fear that he’d cut off our wings and steal our Halos. Our Halos, which are more precious to us than anything else.
Then the Devil did get a hold of me. And the next hundred years after that were full of the pain and suffering that I’d never really known existed. I was forced to serve the Devil, I was bashed and burned and beaten. Until one day, I learned the pattern and fought back.
Now I live in neither world, unable to get back to Heaven without my Halo. But don’t worry, I’m gonna get that back. I’m going to steal back the life Hell took from me, steal back the lives the Devil has forced into servitude. Until he regrets he ever touched an Angel.
My name is Loki, and I am Hell’s greatest threat.
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