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Cousins, twins. Why did I care so much? I know I had made a promise, to my mother. But that was, that had to be. I sigh. 20 years have passed ever since our parents died in 1995, and here we are, still fighting, still losing, still 15 years old. We're hardly adults, yet we're certainly not teenagers. I know I'm being selfish, I know I'm sacrificing ten thousand if not, ten million, people to save my family and me. There are people who pray to me every night, every day, every hour; to save their loved ones in the war, to save their children young or old, to save relatives or other people from things like cancer, or a disaster like a tornado.
But I can't do this on my own, and I know it. My little brother, Daniel, angel name "Icarus", is the angel of time. My second brother Benjamin, angel name "Michael", is the angel of both man and beast. My cousin Aaron, angel name "Daedalus", is the angel of season and force. Then- I can't help but let out a small sob. My little sister Paddy, angel name "Raphael", is the angel of peace and prosperity. Me? I'm just God. I don't have a special title, but I'm expected to do all of these things, by using my own family. Of course, there was yet another brother, Michael, angel name "Lucifer", the angel of death and rebellion. Then again, we didn't choose this as our road of destiny, no, we thought we were going to be a normal family. All of us.
But who is normal anyways? After all, we're not just angels. We're Nighthoods. And day? Was slowly turning night.
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