Two Worlds Collide Ch. 2

CHAPTER 2
Kairi

“Kairi wake up!” My mom yelled, banging on my bedroom door. I frowned. It was only 8:30am and it was a Saturday. There was no reason she should have been waking me up out of a sound sleep so early. The whole situation was truly ridiculous. Yet, I knew my mother and I knew she would never wake up so early on a weekend unless it was important. She knew I liked to sleep in on the weekends and the only time she woke me up was if something big was occurring.

“What is it, mom?” I asked, wiping the sleep from my eyes and getting up to answer the door.

“Your father is here, and he has a guest with him.” she replied, biting her lip nervously.

“He is? Why?” I asked, quickly stalking over to my closet. I needed to find a dress to greet my father in. If he was alone I probably could have gotten away with simply wearing my pajamas, but with a guest I wouldn’t risk it. I didn’t know who the guest could be, and I didn’t want to be disrespectful by walking out in my pajamas.

My father never visited unless he had something important to tell me or ask me. Sometimes that bothered me, but I tried my best to understand. After all, my father was an archangel and as such he was a very busy angel. He didn’t get much time to himself for visits but when he did visit he almost always brought me a gift as a sign of his affection and to remind me he didn’t forget about me. I never doubted his love for me, I just missed him. I never got the type of relationship with my father that most girls in school seemed to have and sometimes that was hard. However, he had an important job and he had chosen to have me for a reason.

“He said he needed to talk to you.” My mother said, lingering in the doorway to watch me.

I simply nodded, grabbing a white dress my father had bought me from my closet and putting it on quickly. I brushed through my hair and threw it into a loose bun and then I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was pale, but like my father I seemed to glow with power. That was the angel blood in me. It also made me appear much more beautiful than any normal mortal. I had bright red hair, green eyes and freckles that lined my face. I left two strands of hair to frame my face, threw on some shoes and smiled. I was ready to greet my father.

“Okay, where is he?” I asked, walking over to my mother.

“In the living room, I’ll be in my room if you need me.” She replied before briskly heading into her bedroom next door. My mother always allowed my father and I space to talk, but today she seemed more skittish than usual. Sure, my father intimidated her and always had, after all it’s not every day and angel asks you to bear their child, but this seemed to be much more than that. As I reached the living room, I immediately knew why.

The other man with my father was an intimidating man in and of himself. He was much taller than my father, more than a foot and he was more muscular where my father was much skinnier. Yet, the man was just as beautiful as any angel. He had curly blond hair that waved down to his cleft chin. His eyes were the blue of the ocean and his stance was one of pride and possibly even some arrogance. This angel was not someone anyone would want to cross. However, that wasn’t even the most intimidating thing about him. His armor was what seemed most amazing. His armor seemed to be made out of pure gold and covered him head to toe since he wore a plumed helmet on his head. His wings were also much larger than my father’s and they seemed to have an armor of their own coating them which made them shine. This man screamed beauty and power. I knew who he must be.

However, there was a heavy contrast between this other angel and my father. Where this angel was intimidating because of how he seemed to flaunt his power, my father was mild and had a much kinder way about him. He looked meek compared to the larger angel. I didn’t care I loved my father for who he was. If I was going to be completely honest, the larger angel scared me. My father and I shared the same bright red hair and jade green eyes. His wings also seemed to be much softer and smaller than the other angel’s, lacking the armor and shine. When I was a young child I used to love to touch my father’s wings and fly in his arms.

Flying was something I loved and yet never had the luxury of doing myself. I had wings, gorgeous, white, feathery wings but mine did not function. My wings were too small to allow me to fly. All my wings did was enable the angels and fallen to see me for what I was, a half breed. I was half angel and half human. That was something many fallen were jealous of and many angels frowned upon. The only reason any of the angels ever took me seriously was because of who my father was. They trusted that my father had brought me into the world for a reason.

I usually kept my wings bound to my back by using a belt. However, I always allowed them freedom when my father came around. They didn’t outcast me when my father was present. In fact, my father loved my wings. He had always told me that regardless of what the other angels said they were gorgeous just like me. I was never ashamed to let my wings show when my father visited. Now, however under the other angels gaze I felt self conscious. I couldn’t help it.

“This is your daughter, Gabriel?” the other angel asked. I shifted nervously under his gaze and looked down at the ground. He made me nervous. He also irritated me because of the condescending way he spoke to my father. I hated when anyone I cared about was mistreated. I could take being frowned upon or mistreated myself but I did not like the way this angel was speaking to my father. I looked up and him and probably would have spoke out if my dad did not lay his hand on my shoulder to calm me. I glanced behind me and smiled at my dad. His presence alone was enough to soothe me.

“Yes, is there a problem, Michael?” my father responded. His voice was sickeningly sweet, almost too sweet as he glanced over me at Michael. Now I knew why the other angel was an intimidating presence. He was the archangel Michael, the leader of Heaven’s army. My father was the messenger, while Michael had control over Heaven’s army and then angels known as the powers.

“No, I just expected her to look a bit….different.” Michael responded, seeming to decide what adjective to use last minute. I was certain that had my father not been there he would have used a less than flattering word to describe me.

“Well, she looks as you see her. Now, tell her what you must and be on your way.” My dad commanded. He kept his hand on my shoulder, protectively.

“The nephilim have reached their sixteenth birthday. Their powers will continue to grow and we only have a few weeks before a decision must be made. If you still think your little girl here can keep them on our side the two of you don’t have much time to prove it. If they have not sworn their allegiance to us in a week than my plan will go into action.” Michael stated. His eyes stared into mine and I could not break his gaze. Then, without another word or so much as a goodbye he was gone and I was left completely and utterly bewildered. What did he mean? Who were the nephilim? What was he talking about?

“Kairi, relax. Don’t let his words get to you. We are going to work out a plan together and I will explain everything to you. I know right now you’re confused and that is my fault. I should have explained everything sooner, but I felt the less you knew the better. I will explain it, after you enjoy your best friend’s birthday.” My dad stated, pulling me into his embrace.

“Thank you, Daddy.” I replied, hugging his waist. I didn’t know what any of this meant but I trusted my father. I knew he would explain everything to me. Being in his arms was comforting and easily calmed my racing heart. Michael had scared me, but I knew that now it was all okay. I was going to be okay and I would understand everything in time.

I truly loved and admired my father. Not many people could truly say that their father was an angel, but I could. My father had also done many great deeds in his lifetime than no one else’s parents could ever have hoped to do. He had delivered messages of sadness and joy. My father had lived billions of years, before humans even existed, and he had never aged a day over thirty five years old. He was a kind, caring and generous. I could proudly say that my father was all of those things, who else could say that? I was the one and only half angel child in the world. However, that wasn’t the most important thing to me. I was Gabriel’s one and only child, his daughter. That was what made me special and that is how I knew my father loved me.

“Meet me at the clock tower tonight at dusk. I’ll explain everything, Kai.” My father stated.

“Okay, that sounds like a plan.” I replied, smiling. Anytime that my dad told me to meet him at the clock tower it usually meant that we were going flying. He would hold my hand or hold me to his chest and we would fly. It was one of my favorite things to do, and it was one of the experiences that only my father could give me. I truly cherished the flights I experienced with my father.

“Alright, well I have some work I have to do in the mean time. Have fun with your friends and I’ll meet you at dusk.” He said, giving me one last gentle squeeze before disappearing out the front door and into the sky.