Before we start, this story was a collaboration with Kobaltic on google docs.
We've been working on it since.... Last night? But it is finally DONE! We are also doing another story that follows the events after this one.
He will most likely put the 2nd one up in his Short Story book soon so make sure you check it out!

___________________

The clouds were dark over the site where a mother cradled the lifeless body of her child. She had no idea who the father was, but she carried the child within her for many agonizing months, and now all that she had built toward had disappeared. All she could focus on was what she lost, even though there were odd collections of the mists from the ground floating in the sky and flashes of light sparking between them. It didn't matter if the world ended around her at that very moment. Everything she wanted in life was now gone, like a spark that burned out before it could become a flame.
What she could not see was the soul of her daughter. No one could see the ethereal light disappear as Death's blade sent it away from the world. From the darkened Earth, once beautiful and glorious, the soul traveled through the void between worlds and found itself asleep at a large wall. On top of the wall was a being of light, staring at a planet being formed.
The soul's eyes opened, the soul cried out, demanding it's mother. But the only one that heard the crying was the being on the wall. Confused, the being somehow appeared next to the soul and saw it change into a small, child with golden hair and silver eyes.
The child looked up at the being and soon became a little more calm. But the child still cried out for her mother, and wanted to be held.
The realization of what it was holding slowly crept up on the entity of light, understanding what just happened. It rushed into the city of angels, holding the weeping child in its ethereal grasp. "Brothers! Sisters! Behold, I come with something that is probably not good," the being exclaimed. The angels gathered around, each staring at the wailing child. They looked puzzled initially, then they all realized at once what they were looking at: an impossibility. No angel could reproduce. How was it possible that a child could have been produced? Even worse, it wasn't even fully angel! It looked as if it was half... something else. Something that had yet to exist.
The child grew afraid of them, and began to cry even more. The angels had no idea what to do with the child. And none of them knew how to take care of a child.
For a few minutes, the being holding the child tried to keep it calm, while the other angels tried to figure out what to do with the child. If they came up with nothing, then they had to speak to... HIM.

"We have to destroy it," one of them suggested. "It shouldn't exist yet. We can't let it go on."

"No," a guardian roared, taking a hold of the child and manifesting himself into a physical form. His hair was ghostly white and flowed down to his shoulders. His skin was a pale indigo, and his silvery eyes seemed to burn with outrage. "How DARE you even SUGGEST we destroy His creation!"
Another angel put his hand on the guardian's armored shoulder. From that hand, the angel manifested itself. It looked much like the guardian, but his skin and hair were slightly darker, but their eyes were the same color. "It is not our decision to make, Braden. None of us are worthy of deciding this little one's fate." The other angels seemed to nod in their non-corporeal forms.
The child began to cry more from the fighting, but soon felt safe in the guardian's arms. She eventually stopped crying and looked up at him, but her face was wet with tears. "It seems as if she likes you" an angel said to Braden. The child clinged on to him and she wasn't going to let go. But the angels still did not know what to do with the small child.
"What's going on here?!" It was him. The other angels moved out of the way as His scribe, Lucifer, stormed towards the source of the commotion. Seeing the young soul, he immediately stopped. "What is that?" he asked.
Braden turned, showing the child in his arms. "From what I've gathered, it appeared near the wall. We have no idea how this happened."
The scribe's eyes studied the soul for a moment, pondering the meaning behind this creation. Suddenly, his eyes lit up with realization and excitement. "This is the child of an angel! This MUST mean we can reproduce!" Every other angel present blushed, turning away awkwardly and trying to ignore what the scribe just said.
Lucifer, looking disappointed, rolled his eyes. "Come on, people! We all heard about what it's like! It'll be FUN!" No one answered him, instead muttering about how the scribe wouldn't shut up about it. It was then that He returned from creating.
"Alright, everyone! I think what I did was great! I got ALL the little lights up in the sky today, and-" He paused, noticing the child. He smiled warmly, exclaiming, "Ah, my gift has arrived!" Every angel stared at Him for a moment, then stared at the soul, then stared back at Him.

"What exactly do you mean by 'gift'?" Braden asked.

"Oh, don't you worry," He assured. "It's all part of the plan..."

"What plan?" Lucifer questioned. "We keep hearing about this 'plan,' but we have no idea what you're talking about!"
"Patience." He held his arms out. "Braden, may I see the child?"
Braden reluctantly gave Him the soul and watched as He held the child softly in his arms. "The poor thing is a product of an act that is strictly forbidden. However, we can make good things come from terrible deeds." He helped the child to sleep, then gently returned it to Braden. "Her name is Alison. You and Harm must take care of her as your sister."
Braden looked down at his new sister, smiling a little. Harm approached as well, asking, "Do I need to get her some food? I'm not sure how this is supposed to work." He laughed, replying, "No need for food, though she can have some if she wants some. She IS part human, but she is also one of us-"
'What's a human?"
The maker pointed at the forming Earth behind them. "They will inhabit this world, and they will be my greatest creations."
The scribe's hands clenched into fists. "Why would THEY be your favorites? WE are better in every way! They'd be nothing more than mindless animals!"
He shook His head. "You don't understand. Take some time off. You need to think about this." The scribe stormed off, muttering under his breath. The other angels departed, leaving Braden and Harm to watch over their young sibling.
Back on Earth, Alison's mother was burying the body that was once her child. And soon, her mother fell into a state of mourning that was hard to get out of. Eventually, her mother killed herself, since she could no longer take the pain and loss of her first child, who never opened her eyes to her mother or the world she was born in.
At that moment, Alison felt safe, but soon realized enough that she had no mother, at least, she has yet to exist. She was also given a small stuffed bear to cling on to. Alison loved her new family. Her and Braden grew close. But neither of them knew that at one point, the happiness would end. Harm was always busy, so Braden was the one taking care of Alison until Harm got back.

Then... MANY years later.... There was the rebellion...