[fancypost borderwidth= 0][justify][size=8]Cold, white, light. It was all Darling saw as she opened her eyes, staring into the gaping abyss. It was as if she was outside of the universe, just listing, without time, without space.
She heard a voice, a warm calm voice, "Hello Darlingdemons, you are a lost soul." There was a pause after each of her words, warm and crisp, "You were a strong and honourable person when you were alive. You have demonstrated the qualities we are looking for." The voice paused, as if contemplating something, before she continued, "The qualities to become an archangel. Someone who brings both death and life, and keeps purity and peace on earth. The work of an archangel requires sacrifice and dedication. Something you have shown." She paused again, before speaking, "Any questions?"
Darling was a bit stunned, staring at the light for a moment, milling over the information she had just received. After a long while, she nodded and meowed, "What kinds of sacrifices? And... Will it hurt my family?"
The voice responded briskly, her voice colder and more professional, "You must be willing to kill, and sacrifice your only life for your duties. As for your second question... you never have to tell them. They never have to know."
Darling didn't hesitate to respond, "I'll accept the responsibility, as long as I can see them again." She felt warmth, and suddenly it all faded.
When Darling awoke, the first thing she noticed was her form. She was no longer a wild dog, but a tiger. The second thing she felt was pain. She groaned, her bones aching from her return from death. As if the vulture had just torn into her skin. The vulture that looked like him. Like Balaur.
She shook her head, glancing down at her new form. She was large and muscular, with sharp green eyes and a broad, but pretty face. Two large wings stretched from her back, one covered in an Amber red, the other covered in an ocean blue.
She glanced up at the sky, a small smile spreading over her face. Racing forward, the tigress felt wind cutting through her orange fur, and she stretched her multicolored wings. As she took off, she grinned, twirling and twisting in the air, happy as could be.
Stop acting like a child. A voice scolded, startling her before she realized it was the voice from before. Her mentor. Sighing, the tiger nodded, knowing she had business to attend to.
Gently gliding down, Darling landed and winced, wondering if anyone she knew was still here. Her daughters, Soren, her father, Kylin. They couldn't be gone. She padded up to the border, sitting and taking deep breaths.