I hunt angels.

The year was 1865.
I was a 14 year old Wisp of a girl, living on a farm with my widowed father, daydreaming of being away from the country one day.
It was a lazy day, my father was out working the fields and I lazed around in the shade, making up imaginary stories in my head.
In the midst of my daydreaming, I sensed movement out of the corner of my eye.
A slender, white figure rushed past me and fled into my barn.
I grabbed my Father?s rifle, just to be safe, and curiously crept into the barn, trying hard not to make so much as a sound. I listened intently for the rustling between the Hay.
I heard a low, intimidating growl in front of me, and I grew closer and closer.
I tip-toed further, before crouching down from behind.
I tried to aim directly toward the cracks of the hay stacks, when suddenly, the thing pounced forward, claws outstretched, displaying it?s bloodied fangs, ready to attack.
I lifted up my Father?s rifle and shot the angel, watching the disfigured beast collapse to the ground, screeching like a wounded bird.
It?s blood splattered on my linen nightgown, and I didn?t even wince.
I took one look at the grotesque creature. Feathers jutted out of it?s back, and a cross was carved into it?s forehead. It?s eyes were crimson red.
I grabbed it by it?s ragged legs and hauled it to my basement.
All of a sudden, my solid hunter?s heart softened, and an abrupt wave of emotion washed over me.
I wept over it?s mangled body, thinking of ways to explain to my Father what I had done.
?Lilith, before you stuff me with cotton and make me into taxidermy, I?d like to say a few things, young one,? The angel said swiftly, startling the living daylights out of me.
?You are the Angel Annihilator...? it said, contorting head all the around firmly until the cracking stopped.
?Lucifer, he forewarned us of a prophecy about an ethereal woman who will avenge all of the angels who penetrate the earth,? it croaked.
?I don?t know what you?re talking about, I?m just a farm girl,? I panted.
?If you?re not Hell?s angels.. why are you like this? Where are you really from? Surely, you can?t be from heaven,? I questioned.
?Foolish girl, heaven is corrupt. I don?t protect or children wearing soft robes and halos, I devour them, with my mangled talons and my beastly teeth. Everyone wants you to believe that we are holy and sacred beings, but that?s a mere cover up for the fact that we consume the souls of the innocent, to stay immortal, and those children will grow up to do horrific and unspeakable things.?
?W-Why? Why would you do this?? Tell me,? I pleaded, begging for all of the answers he had given that contradicted the bible.
?You are not a child of god, Lilith. You are Lucifer?s spawn. Now, you can either finish the job and bask in poacher?s pride, descending downward into the gates of hell to work for the devil, or you can set me free and be given eternal life as God?s angel with omnipotent powers,? it grinned.
?And, you wanna know a secret?? He smiled, leaning in, the sickening cracks of his body echoing throughout the basement.
?I took your Father?s soul when he was a boy,? it laughed in a hushed tone.
?No,? I whispered.
?Your father murdered your mother. She wasn?t even the first. She was the 8th. He?s looking for another,? he said.
I had this overwhelming urge to believe everything he said.
In a fit of rage, I grabbed my Father?s rifle and stormed outside, yelling for him to come over.
My Father, a tall and gruff man, eyed me up and down.
?What did you kill?? He asked.
?You,? I trembled, before shooting him in the chest multiple times. He crumbled to the floor.
I ran back up toward the basement, slamming the door behind me.
?Set me freeee,? it cooed.
I hesitated, before slowly raising the rifle.
?I would never want to work with beings like you,? I yelled.
?You know, a rifle can?t kill me. Only an angel blade,? it said.
Suddenly, he vomited out this long, thin and silver blade from his throat.
Slathered in blood and saliva, he threw it toward me.
?I thought you wanted me to set you free?? I questioned.
?I knew you wouldn?t. Go ahead, kill me. There are millions of us. I will only be reborn again. When I come back in 100 years, I will be stronger. And more powerful,? it smirked.
?Go on, little girl. Don?t be shy,? it taunted.
I thrusted the knife into it?s heart, stabbing over and over until I was sure the ghastly thing was dead.
I carried the dead angel outside, and crucified the thing. After feeling comfortable enough that it really was dead, I looked up toward the sky and cried.
I fell back onto the grass in exhaustion, the world spinning rapidly above me.
I contemplated whether I should burn my clothes, or even drive the blade into my own heart, but I decided to just lie there and wait.
I clutched the bloodied angel blade to my chest, and it began to ignite flames. Everything around me began to catch on fire. I felt myself burning, but I couldn?t feel any pain.
I sunk deeper into the ground until I found myself in an unfamiliar place.
and that was where my story began.
It has been 154 years, and my youth had never left me.
It is my job to find the angels and destroy them before they destroy humanity.
To God, I am the huntress of his angels. But now I will never look at him the same.
Watch out, divine beings. I?ve got angels to exterminate.
I can feel my mother smiling from above.


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