Legacy

Prologue

In front of a panel of four ancient angels, a youngster stood, awaiting his verdict.
He stood dressed in white; white linen trousers and a white top, slit at the back to allow his blue wings through. His wings, held gracefully, tucked in at his shoulders, displayed a waterfall of sky-blue feathers, some flecked with white, others shot through with silver that caught the unnatural and ethereal light that seemed to just exist in the air around him, and the rest, pure baby blue.
Further away, stood several other angels, one of which had wings of the same colours, held tightly at her back as she too awaited the verdict the panel were yet to pass. Another, her wings a beautiful aquamarine, a colour so unique that you would never be able to replicate it, no matter how many times you tried, looked anxious, fidgeting from foot to foot as her long dark hair bounced with the agitation. Between them stood a taller man with his arm around the first angel, his own wings a soft grey, like that of a bird, his own demeaner seemingly calmer than the women he accompanied, yet the uneasiness was still present, in the ghost of a look on his face, and the slow clench and release of his fist.
They all seemed concerned, yet no one spoke. The young angel before the panel stood still.
The opposite outward appearance to his small audience. His hands were linked in the small of his back, partially hidden by his feathers, but they were still. His bare feet, inches apart, were still and his head, though slightly inclined as he awaited the angelic masters’ decision, was still. Perfectly at ease with the waiting, unlike the onlookers displaying every sign of anxiousness.
‘Nathanyal Boon,’ one of the ancient masters began, ‘Your requests have been discussed, your training complete, and with the blessing of The Creator, we can tell you that your interest in becoming a guardian has been accepted.’
'Though incredibly unusual,’ another of the masters tried to add in, but the first hushed him with a sideways glare and a click of his tongue and then turned back to Nathanyal Boon who remained still apart from the smile that was tugging at the corners of his mouth and a tell-tale twitch of his fingers where they were still entwined together behind his back showing his excitement at their announcement.
‘Your request was, indeed, incredibly rare, for someone of your stature and breeding, and your age, however, your training and dedication have been noted, and as I said, with The Creator’s blessing, we have a long-term assignment for you.’
Nathanyal Boon nodded once, deeply, and then took a step forward to accept the file that a sentinel angel, dressed in navy blue with a white band around his upper arm, standing quietly off to the side held out for him. ‘Lucia Grace De’liato, come Morningstar. Daughter of Dylan De’liato come Morningstar, son of Lucifer Morningstar, a second generation descendent of Fallen, Lucifer Morningstar and Arabella De’liato, with a prophecy bestowed on her to break the curse placed upon the Fallen.’
Nathanyal Boon had taken the file and held it in one hand while he listened to the master speak. A ripple ran through his feathers, causing a slight quiver of noise, but he remained still to listen to his assignment, nodding where appropriate as he took in all the information he was being presented with. His aforementioned training had included memorising details, sometimes many at a time, and being able to hold them, process them and repeat them back to another source at a later date. He absorbed everything being said to him and held it ready to process properly after leaving his present company.
'She is to be monitored and you are to report back anything of worth linked to her life and behaviour in relation to her stature, her prophecy or her destined course of life, as well as anything of note linked to Lucifer Morningstar.’
Nathanyal Boon nodded again at the instruction.
That file holds everything you need to know, plus the names of the guardians of others in her life should you need any assistance or relating information. She hasn’t had a guardian for the first seven years of her life due to her father turning down the role when offered angelhood after her birth. It has taken time to find the right angel for the job. The Creator has deemed you to be that angel.’
The four masters cast wary glances at each other, and Nathanyal Boon swallowed audibly, nodding again at their decision. The Creator seemed to have a strange sense of humour for the guy in charge. Nathanyal Boon had wanted to be a guardian, despite his heritage meaning that he was expected to be so much more, but he had never expected a guardianship that held so much weight.
Born into the family of archangel Samael Boon, The Power; Leader of a great army, had meant that it was assumed he would follow one of few certain paths, one of which had been laid out for him the day he’d been born, yet Nathanyal had chosen to follow a different one, one deemed to be below him. He’d had to fight every step of the way for what he wanted; his own prophecy having played a part in his decision. He had been prophesised to cut his own path, and that was exactly what he was doing. He had always wanted to be a guardian, right from the day he’d met one at cherub school when he was still young. He’d been fascinated by their role and the fact that they could go to Earth and back again regularly. Earth intrigued Nathanyal Boon in a way that was probably very unnatural for an angel, it always had done. To satisfy that interest, there were only a couple of paths that he could follow, his choices would have been to be a part of the Earth research team that stayed on top of the planet’s credentials by monitoring the planet and its inhabitants, or to be a guardian, who got to watch over any mortal deemed of importance. And if he was completely honest, it was the mortals who intrigued him the most; they seemed to make life so difficult, to say that they only had such few years of life, they did nothing simply and over complicated life in a way which he found fascinating.
He’d never have dreamed it possible to have been assigned to one of the Fallen, of any generation. Never mind a second-generation descendant with a prophecy like the one she held. She was incredibly important. Or she would be one day. The current seven-year-old little girl on Earth would be nothing special.
‘Do you have any questions, Nathanyal Boon?’ the master in charge asked and Nathanyal shook his head politely.
He had several, but they were ones he could get answered elsewhere. There was no need to take up more of the masters’ time.
'Thank you for your time, Master,’ Nathanyal said when the master nodded at his answer, then he stepped backwards with a small bow and turned to head back to the angels waiting in the shadows.

‘Lucia Grace Morningstar,’ the woman with aquamarine wings said in greeting, clearly surprised, as they turned to walk with him away from the panel of masters in charge of just about everything in Eden.
‘Lucia Grace De’liato come Morningstar,’ Nathanyal corrected, and she shook her head.
‘Nathanyal, that is Lucifer’s granddaughter,’ she said and the woman with feathers to match Nathanyal’s nodded.
‘That’s a lot of responsibility, Nathanyal, are you sure about this?’ she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder.
‘Of course, he’s sure,’ the male angel said, clapping him on the other shoulder, ‘Aren’t you, Son, this is fantastic news.’
‘Oh, Ardyn,’ the woman said with a shake of her head, ‘He’s just a boy, this is a massive responsibility.’
‘One that The Creator deems me capable of, Ma,’ Nathanyal replied, and she immediately nodded and fell silent.
‘Oh, please,’ the other woman said rolling her eyes, ‘I'm not afraid to say what we’re all thinking.’
‘Leliel, don’t,’ Nathanyal’s mother warned but she didn’t listen.
'This is absurd, you're just a kid. Lucia Grace Morningstar and her damn prophecy are far too much responsibility to put on your shoulders.’
'The Creator doesn’t think so,’ Ardyn replied proudly, puffing out his chest as he smiled at his son.
Nathanyal stayed silent while the other three bickered about his assignment. They were right, of course, Lucia Grace De’liato come Morningstar, granddaughter of Lucifer Morningstar and Arabella De’liato, infamous fallen angels, was a massive responsibility, but damn if he wasn’t impressed that he was deemed capable, by none other than The Creator himself. That was the highest kind of compliment an angel could receive; The Creator’s blessing.
He’d wanted this. For as long as he could remember, he’d wanted this. He could never have dreamed that he would have been assigned such a high-profile case, but here he was, standing with Lucia Grace De’liato’s file in his hands.
He flipped open the front cover to find a profile sheet and a photo of an adorable, grey eyed, raven haired, little girl, and right then and there, he promised himself that he would do everything in his power to watch over her the way a guardian should, whilst ensuring the safety of the worlds around her.
She was his to monitor now, and he was ready to begin his role as her guardian.