Guardian Angel {PAFP}

"You're so bad at your job... But that's why you're here."

"There's no-one better for this assignment than you, be proud of your work."

In a kingdom enveloped in storms with nothing but a chasm for the surrounding terrain was a single castle that rose to meet the sun through the swirl of the storm. Many would climb the mountain to the villages below while others traversed the icy roadways to neighboring castles fair distances away for supplies, but that's not what is important here. Rather, this story focuses on the lives of two people, a young magician and a young royal, well... On the beings that guide their hands towards the path of goodness or the path of violence. Why these two in specific? Well, that's just something you'll have to find out for yourself isn't it?

Are you the hand of Righteousness?

Or...

Are you the hand of Violence?

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Name: Auria

Age: 100+

Status: Guardian Angel

Appearance:

Special Ability: Angel's Protection (Think how those guys who do not smart things in those funny video compilations and survive.)

Name: Amien

Age: 200+

Status: Fallen Angel(Actually can't fly)

Appearance:

Special Ability: Manipulate Space(He can knock over vases or shove people. He can't interact much more than that with the regular world)

Name: Minura Jazix

Age: 18 and a half(she's very particular about the half)

Status: Human

Appearance:

Special Ability: Alchemy mostly, her ability to do actual magic isn't nearly up to par with her ability to mix potions.

Is Trism a part of the royal family or a well-respected figure possibly by some legend? He can be both, I don't care, I just wanted to ask.

OOC: Epic, just wanted to ask, thank-ya

IC: A particularly nasty storm was attacking the kingdom of Bergia as the servants rushed through the halls to close the windows and hurried to raise the fires in each of the rooms owned by those of a noble status. Many were scrambling to that of the nobles of the castle as the unexpected storm hit harder than most that had come before. Some of the stronger servants were tasked with barring the windows to keep the snow out. Many were desperate to keep the castle warm and accidents happened around the castle. Boards fell out of hands, broken vases distracted servants from their duties, and many servants crashed into the guards stationed along the sides of the hallways. It was a right disaster.

While these disasters happened around the castle, our story's center is on the room of the prince. The fire in his room was slowly going dim as the snow beat on the glass window with the fervor of an army attacking the gates outside. In the corner of the room say a girl with white hair and her cheeks puffed out in annoyance despite the white tranquil wings that circled her small frame. She had her legs pulled to her chest as she casually watched the prince while her mind was a million miles away. He wasn't doing anything that required her divine intervention, right? She could ponder the state of her delinquent other half for a moment.

Auria's surly expression soon began to fade away as she listened to him play and she let out a long sigh of relief and closed her eyes to listen. She didn't notice the figure to wander into the room through the door, quite literally, as they simply went up to glare at the prince and his instrument. A scowl was on his pale face as he glared at Trism and his eyes were narrowed in deep concentration. The girl in the window got a single moment of peace before the loud black-winged boy opened his mouth.

"I'm bored! Is he going to do something or just stand here all day?" He bellowed loudly in the prince's face, not that he'd be able to hear, but the angel in the window let out a frightened yelp and her wings extended out of fright and pushed her out of the window... Making her other half laugh loudly as she sat up from the floor with a huff.

"It's snowing... What can he do, Amien?" She blew a strand of hair out of her face.

"Pester servants... Duh. They are beneath him as he is a prince," He smiled and put his hands on his hips dramatically.

"Yes, but a prince is kind and fair to all. Trism surely would never stoop that low," She defended him.

"Uh huh, but shouldn't he live a little before whatever he's supposed to do happens?" Her other half argued.

"His morality is what effects his destiny! That's why we're here!" Auria puffed her cheeks at him, "honestly... What were you told when they assigned you here?"

"Death. Destruction. Chaos. Make it happen," Amien said flatly and the smaller angel groaned in frustration.

At that moment, the two divine creatures looked at the door as in the middle of Trism's private concert there was a loud rapping on the wooden door. Of course the king and queen had been tended too first and every noble between the prince's room and theirs. Of course, this screamed to the fallen angel Amien as a perfect opportunity for the prince to be angry as the room had gotten colder as the fire slowly died out. The angel, on the other hand, watched the prince with a hopeful look as she hoped he would be willing to forgive the transgression as many other people lived in the castle and the servants were barring against the storm rather than tending to those as they protected the interior of the castle against the weather.

"S-Sorry to bother you, Milord," A timid maid apologized as she opened the wooden door with a creak. Her arms were full of blankets while a butler popped his head in with his arms full of wood after her to look around the room before his eyes landed on the prince and he stopped. Both of them looked as if they were new to the castle staff as their movements were awkward in the staff uniform, "we brought more blankets encase the blankets on his highness's bed aren't enough for the weather and wood to restock the fire," She said as her companion nodded quickly.

A malicious grin covered Amien's face as he made his way over to the absent-minded butler who had wandered over to the fireplace with the wood, watching his companion as if unsure of himself. Auria knew exactly what was about to happen.

"Amien! Don't you da-!" She started to yell at him as she got off the floor. The fallen angel's grin faded away before he turned to glare at the angel.

"Of course not yet! He hasn't had a chance to yell at them yet for letting the room get cold. If he doesn't, then I will," He huffed and crossed his arms.

"Absolutely not!" She snapped at him.

"Absolutely not!" He mocked her in a nasally voice.

"I-I'm glad to hear, your highness," The maid smiled gently as she made her way to the bed to spread the blankets over that of the highly decorative one on the bed. She kept one set aside on the nightstand for the prince as the room was still rather cold. The butler made his way over to the fireplace and set his load gently beside the fireplace. Unlike his timid companion, he worked in silence as he carried out his task of gently setting the wood gently into the dying fire as not to send embers flying onto the round carpet of the room.

"Oh my fallen... He's... Glad to see them?" Amien groaned in annoyance.

"Of course," Auria smiled gleefully as she went to stand beside Trism's chair, "he is kind and fair, a good person," She stuck out her tongue.

"Har har. Let's see how friendly he is when his foot's on fire," Amien stuck out his tongue out back at his other half.

The fallen angel then wandered over to the butler and the angel watched with widening eyes as his foot began to glow before he kicked the fire. To the butler it looked as if his meticulously stacked wood in the fireplace collapsed as he shielded his face from the resulting embers that flew out onto the room. The maid yelped as she turned and saw a few of the embers land on the carpet and a few began to smoke at Trism's feet. Auria darted her foot out to catch one of the embers and cried out as her skin was burned before hopping around the room while the butler jumped to his feet to stomp out the embers trying to catch fire while the maid took the blanket she held and dived to the carpet to try and assist in putting out the embers all while profusely apologizing. Amien had been madly cackling as Auria jumped around the room tending to her foot before she let out a very frustrated, very non-angelic, growl before launching at her other half as the two began to wrestle on the ground and fought like the five-year-old children they would seem to be by their superiors.

OOC: You're doing fine :3 feel free to jump in with whatever plot you have in mind. Eventually there will be a way for Trism to see his two angels so it's not so one-sided.

IC: "Milord!" The maid cried as she then tossed the blanket over the prince. He would have long enough to see the frightened expression on both servant's faces before the blanket descended upon him. The embers were put out and a silence descended upon the residents of the room... Save the wrestling pair. The butler looked horrified with his jaw dropped and the maid looked on the verge of passing out as she had just thrown a blanket on the prince. It took a few moments for the angels to notice before Amien happened to glance their way in the middle of pulling Auria's hair as she had her teeth clamped down on his other arm. His eyes got wide and another smile broke out on his face.

"Oooh! I think I finally did it!" He gasped as he then let go of Auria's hair and her white head fell to the floor and she squeaked in pain.

"I doubt it. Surely he wouldn't be so angry over an accident," She huffed and put particular emphasis on the word 'accident'.

"What accident?" Amien deadpanned, "and of course he's angry. His foot caught on fire!"

"That was my foot, hell-spawn..."

"No, no, I'm really sure it was his foot."

"So you didn't notice the embers hit me?"

"Oh no, I totally saw that. That was hilarious."

The butler cracked a bit of an awkward smile while his companion still looked horrified with the situation. Auria, after getting pinned to the floor on her stomach with her counterpart sitting on her wings while he watched the proceedings, "Why... Why do I try? Is he just... That nice?!" Amien roared out as he fell back, causing further pain to the angel as her wing bent at an odd angle. Not enough to break anything, but it was still painful.

"He is! He's a good person!" Auria cheered out in a wheezy breath.

"No, no I just haven't tried hard enough. I totally bet I could make him do bad stuff if I could talk to him," Amien smiled proudly to himself.

"Thank heavens we can't... He'd probably run you through," Auria stuck out her tongue at him.

The wrestling continued as the two caught another wind and threw their little fits while the butler took the initiative and went to offer the prince a hand up. A new expression of horror fell over the maid's face as her companion didn't seem phased at the fact he was offering a hand to a noble like one would a friend. At that moment there was a rapping at the door once more and the maid quickly scrambled up from the floor where she had been to put out the embers and stood, quite literally, in the middle of the warring angels.

OOC: Exactly what I was thinking! Lol

IC: The butler winked at him before following maid as they left as requested before another maid entered the room. She bowed politely to the prince and eyed the odd state of the room with an odd look before standing back up with the same proper form, "your highness, the king has requested your presence," She said politely. At hearing this, the two angels stopped wrestling and looked at the maid with wide eyes.

"What did you do?!" Auria demanded of her other half.

"Me?! Not everything is my fault!" Amien snapped at her.

"Ooooh, yes it is! You're a bad influence on Trism!"

"I can't even talk to him!! The worst I've done is gotten him blamed for breaking something I broke!"

"Exactly!"