“it’s one fucking thing after another in this fucking city, isn’t it? no matter what you do, how much good you do this shit just keeps popping up.” chris sneered, he was usually a very firm believer in the good will always prevail but right now? he was having a little trouble seeing where that was going. the male lifted a cigarette, lighting it up and he took a long drag. he needed something to take the edge off of his nerves, he was feeling neurotic even for himself.
“Well you aren’t wrong.” Not by a long shot, actually. Not at all. It was one thing after another it seemed, and it was a bit insane.She gave a grimace at the sight of the cigarette, but it was quick to fade. she didn't have it in her to care about a stranger’s habits at the moment, he was far too tired to do so. “Let’s hope the next catastrophe is a little bit easier to deal with.”
“No. No. No. No.” She wanted to scream. The head and the body of the man she’d just fed on were at her feet - separated. “Another one…I killed another one.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, a strange contrast with the veins that pulsated underneath her eyes. She appeared to be a monster full of sorrow. Her heightened vampire-werewolf senses picked up on the fact she was being watched by someone,
“Leave me alone. Go away.”
The scent of blood was one she was all too familiar with in her days as Lailah, the weapon of Heaven. Living as Estelle she’d gotten acquainted to a different version of the scent, one mixed with hospital rooms and scrubs. She’d been prepared for a murderer, not a little girl who seemed so terribly scared. “I don’t think I could do that.” It wasn’t in her nature to abandon someone, especially not one so young and alone. “In fact... I think thats the last thing you need right now.”
“Did you make it through everything okay?” She frowned, knowing there were many who had lost a lot during all the craziness. People had died, quite a lot of people. Of course it was easy to forget not everyone in the city was a supernatural…people had been living here before. “Are you from the city?”
“As well as could be expected. By which I mean... shaken, not stirred.” Was that a horrible mom joke? Did it count as a mom joke? She gave a small chuckle, a bit awkward too. “We’re fine, we are.” At the question, she paused for only a moment before declaring her answer. “A little of everywhere, mostly though... from a small town called Aselia. I miss it.”
“That’s when they’re at their worst.“ Elena agreed, with a nod as she offered a small smile in return. “No need to thank me Estelle, what are friends for, right?”
She gave a shy smile. “I’m gonna take a guess and say for that.” Even after all this time having actual friends was so foreign to the angel. So nice. “How would you feel about lunch?”
“how is it so easy for you to be kind to people?” he asked. milk and honey dripped from my lips as i answered: “because people have not been kind to me.” { rupi kaur, milk and honey } insp.
That’s Estelle Lualdi not Sarah Drew. She’s Unknown years old and a Angel. She may be +Moral, +Idealistic, & +Clever but she’s also -Tactless, -Dishonest & -Indecisive.
Created by God before the creation of the human race, Lailah served as an obedient soldier of heaven. She remained absolute in the beliefs of her people, anything asked of her would be something she accomplished. Long afterwards she would realize that, much like many other angels, she was simply a weapon. Wielded by those who thought themselves above everything and everyone else.
Her kills were swift and without mercy. She never took pleasure in them. they were something that she needed to do simply because it was her job. She never saw human life as it was, life. She never saw the effects of her actions. Until one day, all of that changed.
The mission was simple, kill the creators and kill the abomination. It was instructed, the creators were easy to take out neither saw it coming. She had no idea what either one was, human or otherwise. They were simply targets. Except then she heard something she never heard before. a little thing crying. WAIT— it was called a child. The tiny thing wailed their heart out looking over their parents, and despite knowing they were her target as well, Lailah couldn’t bring herself to execute them. They were small, and they were tiny, and they were crying and she could feel their innocence. She’d never seen one before, nor had she ever seen this reaction. When one of her targets saw another die they went after her or they attempted to flee. THIS WAS DIFFERENT. And because of it, Lailah didn’t touch them. What her home had called an abomination. She went back, and she lied.
Time passed, she continued on each and every mission but then she began to watch. See how the surrounding beings responded to death. None of them ever responded like that child had. Their reaction was branded in her head, and she couldn’t understand why she let them go free. If she had been honest about it she knew Heaven would of punished her for it. But killing that small being didn’t feel RIGHT.
Eventually a particular hard mission came along, despite protest she was assigned a partner. They, for lack of a better word, were a hardass. All angels followed rules but they? They took every opportunity they could to criticize everything. Including Lailah herself. Their existence was incentive to get the mission done though, every time they spoke she reminded herself she wouldn’t have to speak to them again once it was complete.
The mission itself ended up being a herd of beings. Ranging from supernatural to human, all together in a single place. It was never mentioned why they had to die, or what they were doing, and as she executed them she felt a feeling similar to the one she had when faced with that child. Mercy? No. Doubt. In her mission. These beings were crying, screaming, begging for their lives and with each life lost Lailah felt her doubt spread.
She walked over the corpses, and couldn’t help but gawk at the sight of some holding each other in death. Why would they do that? What was the purpose? At the sight of each corpse her doubt was replaced by guilt. Why hand’t she questioned what crime these beings committed? Each of them, all they wanted to do was protect one another, she saw it. She felt their love for one another in each action they took. So why—
Then she heard it. The sound of a wailing. Smaller then the little being she had seen, so much more tiny. What were they called? Babies. Heaven didn’t have babies, she’d only seen one in the passing in assignments. But she knew that this was the sound of a baby crying. She followed the sound to find the other angel, her partner, with their blade above the baby.
For the first time in her whole life Lailah moved without thought. She stopped the angel, and plunged their own blade into their abdomen. She didn’t know if it killed them or not, she didn’t stay long enough to find out. Instead she took the baby, and she ran.
After much deliberation she came to a conclusion. She couldn’t go back to heaven, she didn’t want to go back to heaven. There was a moment, when the baby was in her arms, and with their tiny little fist they squeezed her hand. She couldn’t help but think about how they hadn’t even learned to speak yet, what crime could they of committed? What danger was this being who could not talk nor even walk on their own? She considered leaving the child in another’s care, but what was to say more angels didn’t come for them? She felt attached to this child, and she knew there was no other choice. She would raise them on her own.
Adjusting to humanity was no easy feat, but neither was raising a child and she was determined to do that. She changed her name from Lailah to Estelle. Estelle Lualdi. She was never given a name for the child, so she named them herself. She moved them to a small town, and she learned about being human. She learned how to cook, how to clean, and she even got a job. From the moment they were old enough to understand she told the child the truth. She made it known that it was okay if they hated her or wanted nothing to do for her, but she would protect them for eternity. Much to her relief, they remained loving her and assured her of it very fast. She had changed, and it was evident in everything she did.
As time went by she realized she was yearning for things beyond her current job, she wanted purpose. The child she raised was almost grown, and as they grew they needed her less and less. So, after doing some searching Estelle knew what she wanted to do. She became a doctor. Though her powers were rusty, she used them in order to bypass all the years of training she would need. She became Dr. Estelle Lualdi and she was happy.
More time passed, and somehow the child she raised was now a young adult. They told her she should look for more people to have in her life, that she deserved happiness. So, Estelle looked for it. She made friends, she spread her wings (metaphorically) but there was one person she found she liked more then just as a friend. She’d never felt the feeling before and didn’t realize what it was til her child (who hadn’t been a child for a long time by then) diagnosed it as a crush. The crush evolved into dating, and then a kiss, and then beyond a kiss.
Some nights she pondered on how she had missed out on these emotions for so long. The feeling of loving, and being loved. Laughing, cuddling, the taste of food, heaven had denied these things from her and used her. She hated them for it.
What happened next brought destruction to the stability Estelle had created. She was pregnant. In her time as a warrior of heaven, a weapon she hadn’t paid attention to what she killed, she didn’t know many of the hybrids and ‘abominations’ that heaven decreed undeserving of life. But she knew how they felt about nephilim. Getting rid of the baby was never an option for her, she felt too much love for them already. Instead, she spoke the person she had already raised.
They talked for hours, discussing what needed to be done, how to deal with this all. Estelle made it clear she couldn’t stay in the small town they lived in for years. The babies power would be a constant attraction to angels, she needed to be on constant move. Her first child made the decision to stay in town, fearing they would be too much of a load when Estelle needed to move fast. They decided they’d meet up once the baby was born, and figure it out from there.
Estelle regretted leaving the man she loved, but she knew she couldn’t endanger him. He was human, and he was a good man. If he knew of the child he’d want to be in their life, and that desire would end his own life. She couldn’t bare the thought. So she left without even saying goodbye to him.
It’s been almost a year since this transpired, and the child was born healthy and good. Everything was going alright until they were forced into San Francisco. Now Estelle is simply trying to find her other child, and protect her baby.
“I’m doing okay,” Caroline responded kindly to the stranger, “That whole thing was just a little too insane for me. We’re in San Francisco one minute and the next it’s like that scene from Monsters Inc. where they get banished to God Know’s Where and end up befriending the snowman guy.”
She blinked her eyes, it took a moment but she got the reference. She’d watch those movies quite a long time ago with her eldest. “Yeah, it really is... well, insane. Just like you said.” Too insane, it really was. It’d been hard enough hiding before but now? It felt like danger lurked around every corner.
“I wasn’t going to..-” she wasn’t sure she even could do that, it was like that whole dilemma on whether you’d pull the trigger when holding a gun and the only scenario where that worked for her was when her family or the people she cared about were in danger…then she’d pull the metaphorical trigger.
She faltered, inwardly berating herself. That was the wrong initial assumption, but it would always remain her first. Too much time, too much seen, for her to think any differently. “I’m sorry.” She said sincerely, lips pressing together. She glanced toward the man scurrying away and gave a sigh. “Are you okay?”
“I can help.” She urged. Was it any surprise that she wanted to given her typical mantra and maybe she shouldn’t but regardless of what anyone else tried to do she wasn’t easily stopped. Siphoning magic from the nearest available source, just waiting for the word to go ahead.
“Thank you but...” But she couldn’t watch another person died, whether they were scum or not. She didn’t want to see the blood be shed. “Just leave him be. At least, for now. he’s a piece of crap but.. he doesn’t need to die, I don’t think.”
“ — I know it’s late and this is a little impromptu, but I figured you could do with some company. That and it turns out being left alone with your own thoughts is more dangerous than wandering the streets at this time of night. Mind if I come in for a while?”
“You’re not wrong. Thoughts are... dangerous. Especially in panic.” And she, she very much was in a panic. “I don’t mind at all, thank you for the company.”
“I’m fine. I’m fine. It’s just a cut. It’s not like I’m going to bleed out.” Davina was tired. Especially when fighting off a freaking Yeti. What’s next? Big Foot?
“It is a little deep, but overall I think you’ll be fine.” Estelle assured her kindly, looking over the bit of red on her face and what it seeped from.
