A hot and red crowded room is where this story begins. A room filled with unique creatures and people, mostly those who's parents done wrong. The rule in heaven and hell is "none shalt love angels, none shalt love demons". This is where this story begins, my story begins.

My Mother Nora was an angel, and I mean she was an angel, Daughter of Archangel Michael I may add. She wasn't foolish or blind, in fact her heart was too big for chest and fell in love with my father, lochna. A handsome devil, well actually demon but you get the picture. Loving angel, loving demon in secret. This is where it gets, complicated. You see the reason this rule is put up is to "protect" each other's kinds, but my parents discarded the order and had me in the garden of Eden. According to father, mothers first words to me when I was put in her arms was "my beautiful child, we shall call you heather".

Father would joke about the real reason they named me heather was because it was short for Heathen, a kind of gesture at god and satan. My parents secretly shared my care. Half a month in heaven with mother and the other half in hell with father. But each trip back and forth was a challenge. As well as being around peers in each realm. Being half angel and half demonic made my appearance quite perculiar. Angels hair is light and flowing with streaks of marigold and sun rays. But mine was black like my fathers, though it flowed and shined the other angels were confused and bewildered by such a strange angelic child. Like my father I had small Scarlett red horns that mother continuously had cover for me, but my tail was the most difficult to hide. I have a very long, Scarlett red tail with an arrow shaped head barb at the tip. Everyday when I was with my mother, my tail would be wrapped around my stomach under the togar. Then last but not least. My wings, I have pitch black angel wings that can stretch longer than my own height, but they aren't too much of a bother because angel can tuck them so tight under their robes that they are almost invisible. I guess the only real angelic part of me is my mothers eyes, her angelic voice and abilities to heal the wounded and disheartened. As well as my amazingly majestic wings. Than there is living with my dad...