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The Good, the Bad and the Ineffable

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This is a story about you. Surprise!

Despite your label as the 'Protagonist', your life isn't all that interesting.

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"Bloody hell woman, get OUT OF THERE!"

(E/c) shot desperately towards the familiar voice, blood trickling down your forehead as you struggled to maintain your grip on the rusty strand of metal, heartbeat pounding in your ears. "Crowley, I can't, you idiot!"

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Like most people your age, your social skills could use some work. Sure, you maintain a small group of friends, but it's difficult to branch out. According to your diary, you simply have 'better things to do'.

According to your friends, you just happen to be a dork. 

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Smoke seemed to billow from every corner and crevice as you attempted to hoist yourself onto the platform, only to freeze as the pipe began to shift, bits of debris crumbling off into the abyss down below. It took all remaining willpower not to look down at the expanse of fire and ash engulfing the crevice below, instead fixing your gaze on the blur of movement, faintly visible through the blaze as it made its way forward, footsteps bouncing harshly off burning pavement. In the distance, the desperate shouts of your demonic companion seemed to fade into oblivion, an angelic, blood-curling voice now filling your ears.

"You know it's rather fitting, actually. The fire, the panic, the fall." 

Gabriel, Archidiot of pure dickery, stood mere inches from the drop-off, observing the scene before him with a plastic smile that curled at the edges, malice spilling from the cracks like sand. Hands folded neatly, he remained standing upright, as if posing for a photograph, though his gaze remained fixed on your own. Clutching tightly to the metal bar, you met his smile with a look of disgust, desperately wishing you could flip him the bird without risk of losing your grip and plummeting into oblivion. "Gabe, sweetie, I'm not in the mood for your metaphors," you hissed, almost relishing the look of aggravation that graced his expression upon hearing the nickname. Your amusement, however, quickly turned to panic as a celestial foot violently slammed against the base of the pipe, nearly dislodging it completely as Gabriel moved in to confront you.

"Do not test me, you filthy abomination!" he spat, feathers and ash exploding into the air as his wings unfurled in one, violent motion. Well, he was definitely pissed. 

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Your taste in music borders on acceptable, holidays burn you out faster than a fifty cent candle, and your favorite color changes like the weather. Your horoscope doesn't concern you as much as it should, though you've tried understanding the whole phenomenon at least twice; once at a party, the other under the covers of your bed at two in the morning, scrolling through your mobile phone.

There's not much else, is there?

Oh, right. Your dentist happens to become a serial killer at some point in your lifetime. It's not exactly important, but it'll be a good story to tell at a party, especially after his arrest is made public. 

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Your grip on the strand of metal gradually loosened as the air around you grew thicker, nearly suffocating you as the angel lightly prodded your hand with his shoe, pondering his next move with a look of absolute glee. You prayed (well, maybe 'pray' wasn't the right word to use) your situation wouldn't play out the same way the Lion King did, with Gabriel crushing your hand and yeeting you into the afterlife, however, the archangel wasn't looking particularly merciful. 

Seeing as you had (finally) gone silent, Gabe Gabriel flashed you a triumphant smile, allowing his hands to fall to his sides. "What's wrong, (L/N), finally resigned to your fate? Or are you hoping to bide time until the rest of your little freakshow comes to save you?" You scowled at his words, memories of stupid glasses and tartan sweaters briefly surfacing as you swallowed the lump in your throat preparing for the worst. 

"They're not freaks, y'know.." you murmured under your breath, watching his eyes light up in amusement as he leaned closer. 

"I'm sorry, I missed that. What did you say?" The heat of the flames licking at your heels paled miserably in comparison to the scorching light radiating from his aura, causing you to visibly flinch as you grit your teeth.

"They're NOT freaks!"

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Other than that, nothing particularly interesting goes on. To put it simply, you're not special. Quite average, actually.

Oh, it's not an insult, if that's what you're worried about. Being average is a wonderful experience. You're born, just like everybody else.

        You grow...

                Learn...

                        Make friends.....

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A low, mocking chuckle trickled forth from his lips, filling your ears as it drowned out the distant cries of those you stood to defend. An angelic idiot, and a hellish bastard. "Oh? Then tell me. What would you call them, exactly?" Without warning, his heel dug into your hand, earning an agonized yelp as a fresh wave of pain flooded your system, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. 

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You make some bad choices, occasionally some good ones too. You meet someone worth living for, close the gap, and continue making terrible choices. Only this time, you're not alone. 

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Desperately scrambling to maintain your hold on the crumbling perch, you bit back another cry of pain, resentment fueling your system. This poor excuse for an angel was not going to have the pleasure of making you break down. Not like this. Mustering your strength, you inhaled a shaky breath, (e/c) orbs transfixed on the monster before you with renewed confidence. If you were going to die, so be it. 

You were going to have the last word, either way. 

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Life moves by pretty quickly. You laugh, you cry, but most importantly, you live. 

That is, until you don't.

At some point, average or not, you die. That's just what average people do.

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Forcing your lips into a smirk, you shot the angel an infuriatingly smug look. "Don't you know?"

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Come to think of it, I could be wrong.

Maybe (Y/N) (L/N) isn't as average as we thought. Maybe they're more.

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"They're ineffable."

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Maybe, they're enough.

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For a split second, you watched as his expression dissolved into pure rage, a rush of satisfaction gracing your smile before it was violently ripped away by a tremendous CRACK. Without warning, you were wrenched into the air by your (now) broken hand before a large wing came pummeling into your side, knocking the wind out of you as you were forced off the ledge and into the abyss.

"Shit, NO!"

"(Y/N)!"

The screams and shouts of your friends echoed faintly in your ears as darkness invaded your vision, pain crippling your senses as you plummeted towards the fires below. This was it. 

This was how you were going to die. 

Sliding your eyes closed for the last time, you let out a hollow breath, allowing the smoke to consume you entirely. You were smiling when the world went dark.

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This is a story about you. 

Though, come to think of it... we probably should have started from the beginning.

 

**CHAPTER ONE END**