I am an Angel, but I had no idea for years

I am an awkward 14-year-old girl who has dusty blue eyes, a pale olive complexion, and straight light gray hair worn loose about the shoulders.  I am tall, a bit pudgy, and can't be bothered with fashion.  I have a great sense of humor and am studying to be an architect.

I am not human.

This playful 45-year-old man named Quix has blue eyes, a fair complexion, and curly ice blue hair cut short.  He is tall, of average weight, and dresses very modestly.  He is a really picky eater and has a morbid sense of humor.

That woman on the right is his fraternal twin sister, Arbaux.

Quix is my father.

And this is my brother:

It takes the form of a child with an occasionally monstrous torso.  It has been seen near the sea.  Those who have encountered it report gaps in their memories.

Can you remember? Think back in time, does it feel like you forgot something? Looking at his photo makes me feel like I have gaps in my memory, too, though it seems like I can remember if I try to.

His name is Thomas.

I forgot my name, so I walk to my father, Quix, & ask him "Father, what is my name?" & Quix said to me "Your name is Arbonne."

My name is Arbonne.

When my father first found me, I took on the appearance of a doll with decaying flesh.  I have been found near the sea with Thomas coming out of it.  It's been said that I make horrible noises, & that isn't true…

I think…

I had no breasts, I was 12. It was 2043.

Father looked down at me & then my brother, he claims he heard my strange noises, so I guess I did make scary sounds.

My father saw my brother had started forgetting some parts of his past, so he became interested in my brother. It was like a burst of excitement. He'd finally found a demon to study. Father said that the forgetfulness would aid him as he was more Trainable that way.

As you know, in the year 2027 A.D. Demons started appearing, they appeared so much that scientists wanted to study them, but it is difficult to study a non-physical being.

So, they wanted to observe them. My father is a demonologist, so he took me & my brother in.

I do not know if I am a demon or not, however. I do not know if I am an angel, human ghost, or any other spiritual creature.

I do not know what I am. Looking at my brother makes me forget & I have a bad feeling about looking at him.

I fear I am losing brain cells & that it makes me lose my memory.

I wonder if I'm a possessed doll, maybe I'm an angel? I turned into a doll, I do not remember inhabiting a doll, I remember morphing into a doll.

I hope I am not a demon, my father always studies demons other than my brother outside of the house.

It is the year 2045, & my dad says demons are borderline psychotic with mental health issues.

He told me they act VERY abnormal, so I don't think I'm a demon because I've never acted as erratic as they have.

So what the heck am I? Am I a human that had the ability to turn into a doll? What am I?

Today, My father & I have a bad relationship. I think he loves Thomas more than me.

If I do something to hinder Thomas, he'll punish me & lock me in the cellar.

If This does something to me, Father lets him. Father has no issues with what Thomas does.

Thomas once tried to drown me when I was 13, & I wouldn't die. We were in the bath together like siblings do, & then Thomas got mad at me spitting "You beat me up!"

Now, Thomas was about…

Uh… 3? My father said he seemed to have just turned 3 or was 2 when he found Thomas at the beach walking out of the sea.

He was a toddler, nonetheless, so I never hit him. I was the sole disciplinarian of Thomas. I restrain him when he tries to stab playmates, father does nothing.

It is my job to protect Thomas for his sake, & as my father put it, the sake of scientific research & discipline my brother.

Thomas shouted that "You were my enemy in Heaven when I left the sky, & you helped God kick me out! You helped him kick me out & told me that I was crazy to believe in Lucifer, then you said I was in a cult!"

Then he tried to drown me by pulling my arm toward him & dunking me under!

I thought he'd lost it! I slapped him hand but I wasn't able to sway him off of me with pain. I hate hurting small toddlers but Thomas was terrifying me!

I wasn't dying, however! I wasn't even breathing, but I never breathe. I don't need to breathe. I learned that at 13 about 5 months after the incident was over.

When he tried to kill me, I kept saying "I can't breathe!" In panic, sure that the water was obstructing oxygen flow into my body.

4 hours of him trying to drown me later, I was still submerged in the bath water.

Father came in & yelled "Let go of her in the name of Jesus!" So, Thomas stopped. I learned to use those words to stop Thomas from doing psychotic stuff.

Thomas threw a tantrum as my father got me out of the water, he didn't care that Thomas was upset. I never cared about his tantrums, either. Thomas had a funny voice that sounded like a grown man in a child's body, so when he threw a tantrum, It was absolutely hilarious to me.

"Arbonne, I'm sorry. I'll talk to Thomas about this," My dad, Quix, said.

At the dinner table, Quix spoke to Thomas & asked Thomas why he did it, Thomas admitted to it & told him why, but dad didn't do much about it.

Dad did give me a weird look. Dad was like "What are you?" The whole week.

I asked "You're the demonologist, & you don't know?"

He kept asking me & once threatened to whip me, so I was honest with him & told him that "I totally forgot what I was when I was at the beach & you found me."

Dad was a demonologist, but still didn't know what I was? That was surely very strange to me.

Present day, Thomas is 4, so I babysit him a lot. He's such an adorable boy, but I don't look at him.

You forget a lot when you do, so I don't look at him.

I would be extra guilty if I hurt him, so I can't bring myself to. I try to protect him because he's a toddler, he's practically a baby to me.

I can't touch a baby.

I hope I'm human & find it awfully strange if I were to be an angel, because I'm not like how I envisioned them to be. I think I may be an entirely different species altogether, or maybe a Nephilim. A mixture of the two, but I'm no giant.

He & I eat well, we get equal treatment aside from discipline, so I afford all my family such.

Discipline is the family problem, Thomas gets none. Thomas doesn't care about what he does because dad doesn't care about what he does.

It's always "It's his job," "He's a demon, that's what they do," "It's alright, that's just demons," "It's in his blood, can't change that."

It's no wonder he got this bad, this is why humans drive them out! I have to deter him from all the evil that he wants to do. Father has no intentions of fixing him.

Father just wants to study us.

I make my way upstairs to the attic while babysitting Thomas, he's locked in his room which is necessary if you're going to leave him alone with anything, as he tore up the home when left to himself. He had toys & comfort, so he was fine.

In the attic, I I know that there are work books 📚 in the boxes.

I just wanna know what dad was studying. I wanna know why I can take the form of a doll, & why I can grow like a human while being made of malleable plastic.

I chose to search dad's secret box, it was one that neither of us was allowed. I heard footsteps, so I hid & saw my brother.

I could turn invisible, not in the normal sense, either. I could lose the ability to be heard, seen & felt. I can walk right through you, it's as if I've died & become a ghost. 👻

Thomas can see me, he just left me. I was confused until he said "How do you remember how to do that?"

I just shook my head & said "It stuck, I guess? I don't know. How did you get out of your room?"

He went back downstairs & I became physical. I peeked out down the stairs with this cute but perplexed look on my face, zip around to see the secret boxes & Skirtles my way to it.

I arch down forward to see it, I look behind me & see my demonic little brother & slam the door in his face & lock him out. "What is he? Curious?" I said.

I just opened the secret box.

I was excited, I might finally find out what I am! So, I open it & look inside to see…

Redacted. All the text is redacted. My face is in a solid smile of stunned stock. I burst out laughing as I read the pages of black, "I just wanna see the text! Why keep these if I can't see these little suckers, right?!" I thought. 💭

"I'm gonna open this up & see if the original papers are here because this is infuriatingly ridiculous, I deserve to know what I am!" I thought. 💭

I open this cute box & try to see what's inside because it looks like something he'd never put these kinds of documents in, so "Of course they're in here!"

I open it to find a black book of documents 📄 & pull it out of the box. I read it & found out a lot of weird stuff.

They're kind of cool, talking about the different types of angels & demons.

My dad used to write ✍🏻 these documents himself. He was writing down his research.

One thing that stood out to me was the photo of my ring, it was a toe ring. A ring that went on your toe. It was pure Gold, it had seven tiny rubies & one big Lapis Lazuli Gem as the centerpiece.

I remembered A LOT, I can see myself with a sword & these big wings & a suit of armor!

I was like "HOLY SHRAPNEL, WHAT THE FLUFF WAS I?" That's exactly what I shouted.

I remember being in a room by myself & seeing… Some guy that looks like the angel & adult version of Thomas.

I didn't like him, he looked so scary. I freaked out. I was crying & saw this terrible doll-like Being, I was yelling about "OH SHOOT, VERNON, WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU?!"

He looked like a doll, he had these wide eyes, was blonde with his hair in a bowl cut, it was bright blonde.

He had a red line mouth & looked like a child. He had an upside down triangle head, & pale blue eyes. He had this creepy smile that sent me up the wall, I hated it!

"Ahhh, get out of here! Ew, you smell like- Why do you smell like that?!" I shouted. I didn't know… Insults.

I knew him, though. I knew his name as far as I can tell. I even asked him a question.

I also remember these angels around me praying 🙏🏼 & I felt calm, I felt so calm.

My life now is not the lifestyle I would have been used to at that time.

This is all crazy. I thought this was normal, but no, father is not normal. "Am I 14?" I asked myself because while my body is 14, I seem older. My memories are much older than I am.

WAY older.

My father came back, I sensed him, so I put everything back & perfectly fixed up everything.

I ran downstairs to my bedroom & locked my bedroom door.

I sat in bed in perplexing confusion. "All my memories are in bits & pieces. I'm gonna have to not look at Thomas to keep them because looking at him makes you forget. How do I do that?" I said to myself as I laid down in my bed.

Someone knocked on my door, I used my x-ray vision to look through it & saw my father, so I let him in.

My father asked me "Did you go into the attic? Thomas told me you did, but we both know that Thomas is a little liar."

"What does it matter?" I asked, "I mean, it's just a bunch of papers & boxes."

Father treated me like I was a tool, so he slapped me. I was stunned, he'd never hit me before. Father just shouted "Don't look in there!" Then left & put a padlock on the Attic door.

The next day, Thomas got wild, again, but it was scarier this time. My neighbor, Rodney, came over & I am making his breakfast.

My father, Quix, kept asking if I should… Uh, this is going to sound really weird but… Breed with Rodney?

I am aromantic, asexual. I am not sexually attracted to anyone, nor do I fall in love. I do not want sex or romance in any way.

My father, Quix, was very adamant. He was talking about making "Sweet little spirits." So, I was awkward around Rodney. The neighbor, Rodney, looked like me, but was clearly younger. Like, way younger. It made me cringe.

Rodney looked 11. I was disgusted. He was way too young for me.

Father & Rodney's dad, Timothy, had chosen to talk in another room.

I heard them, well… Not even arranging a marriage, they just wanted me to breed with Rodney once he turned 15. I would have been 18, so it grossed me out.

Then, Thomas walked in. I was chill about it but Rodney kept yelling at him to "Get out! Get you demonic hell spawn!"

So, to my shock, Thomas ran off just screeching this unnatural screech.  You can easily tell if he's angry. This blood curdling screech would come out of his lungs & it pained my ears, so I screamed at Rodney "Stop being mean to him, you're making him hurt my ears!" As I covered my ears.

As soon as I said that, Thomas returns & turns out, Thomas had grabbed a KNIFE & jumped at Rodney & held it to his throat.

I freaked out, and since I was practically Thomas' damage control manager, I had to help Rodney.

Rodney had grabbed this sword that I told him to put away as I began to hold back Thomas!

The sword was on FIRE! It could burn down my house, I need him to put it away to stop this chaos!

"Put it away before you burn the house down, you'll kill us all! I have it under control!" I said as I pulled the knife from Thomas.

"Stop! Stop!" I shouted, & Rodney was so confused & was like "Put it away? This is my self-defense, that is no toddler!"

I just said "Yes, he is! Put the knife down!" Then took both knives away & locked Thomas in his room & grabbed the Holy Oil & anointed the bedroom door to keep him inside.

This is what I learned to do, the reason is because he could leave via phasing through the walls, which, before the attic incident, I wasn't aware he could do since he usually stayed inside of his room.

Usually.

I thought he was unlocking the door somehow before the incident, but now I think it's spiritual.

I began praying to Christ to keep him inside of his bedroom.

Thomas hated the idea of Christ, he absolutely hates Jesus. It infuriated me, but I expected no different from him. I knew there was nothing I could do to change him & it devastated me.

Rodney asked me "Arbonne, are you an angel? I recognize you." So, I said "I don't know." Rodney laughed, then said "Come on, you know, Arbonne.” Then he thought for a bit, and after pondering, he replied “You gotta be human because angels don’t forget what they are."

When trying to answer that question, I usually leaned toward being half-Human when theorizing what I was.

I decided to bring him out to play some games, so when I took him into my dad’s play room, I got out his guns and tools. Rodney looked very disturbed by them, but I wasn’t phased. Rodney tells me “Arbonne, these are not toys.” So, I asked him “What are they?”

Rodney says to me “Arbonne, aren’t you 14? How do you not know what this is?”

I am… A little bit concerned, it seems like he knows something I should know, but I don’t.

I ask him “Uh, is it dangerous or something?”

Rodney opened one of the boxes and saw a handgun. Rodney asks me “Arbonne, why would you think this is a toy?”

So, I tell him that “My dad plays with it. He goes outside and shoots trees.”

That’s what my dad told me. Rodney looks suspicious, so I ask him “What?”

Rodney asks “Do you hear screaming when he does this, Arbonne?”

“Only when the neighbors hear him shooting, he scares them.”

I thought, ”He was just being annoying to the neighbors.”

“I don’t think he should shoot the trees when they’re all awake or outside, maybe when they’re sleeping. They wouldn’t be alarmed if they were sleeping inside of their homes.” I told Rodney.

Rodney asks me “Why?”

I told him “Because they called the police on him.”

Rodney got scared and yelled at me “Arbonne, go call 911!”

Rodney called the police and dad was arrested.

Quix’s Log

I was sitting in a police interrogation room, smiling.

Three men in all black walk into the room as I sit down and they say in sync, "Why did you shoot your neighbors?"

I laugh and say, "They were trying to kill my experiments," with a devious smile.

They laugh in sync and tell me that "Those Christians found out you were holding demons in your home."

I hid this for a while, but I had a breeding program. If the angels of God can have sexual intercourse with humanity to make the Nephilim, they can have sex with each other and make their own children.

As a demonologist, I am supposed to study them, and I wanted to explore these creatures in infancy. There was another thing, too.

Were they born evil? You see, before the fall of the third of Heaven happened, they all were something else before they were demons.

They were angels of God, and thus, I have to believe that if they breed, they may produce creatures of the original state of their species.

I wanted to know how the child would form if they turned human to reproduce. Would it be flesh or spirit? What kind of Cambions would spring forth?

You probably think, "This is strange for a Christian to say."

I am not Christian; I use "In the name of Jesus Christ" To subdue my demons.

How else am I supposed to do such a thing? I'm sorry, but I cannot bow to your convictions when Thomas tries to slit mine or my daughter Arbonne's throat.

It's a complicated thing, really. You're probably asking if I'm an Atheist. Of course not! I don't think any Atheist has ever adopted angels & demons. My job also requires me to be spiritual; I'm serious. So they ask you to put it in your resume; they wouldn't have hired me if I was not.

If you think that's wrong, I understand, but ask yourself this question:

If you wanted to hire someone for a job where they had to study Egypt, an Egyptologist, would you hire someone that doesn't believe in Egypt or a racist? Someone who hated Egyptians? Someone whose biases were so strong that they would destroy a relic?

No, why on earth would you do something like that?

They wanted someone who knew what they were doing because we got up close & personal with demons. The typical American wouldn't be able to even do this job; they're so spiritually deprived that they can't understand the workings of these creatures. So one named Martha tried to befriend one, and he pretended to be her friend, then he made her lose her job, forced her to miscarry, and nearly killed her.

She didn't even know. She used to be my wife. Martha was in full support of him, even though he tried to make Martha a cheating whore while we were married. He was an incubus.

Martha became a cheating whore with him. The man that made her miscarry my unborn daughter, Marie, and she didn’t even know he did that. It hurt a lot, especially since I was still grieving. I think he used it to entice her, showing his sick depravity. To kill an unborn child over his lust. I’ve never hated anyone more because he killed my child.

Before you judge me, none of my science corporation's employees are Christian. We are Spiritual; we know this stuff exists and handle it. We do not usually advocate for demons. Most of us hate them because they've committed some unspeakable horrors.

So, when my wife, Martha, cheated with an incubus, no one respected Martha, not even I. Unsurprisingly, Martha became my ex-wife. I felt so low that she'd choose a demon over me. I assumed he had raped Martha at first because I was like “In no way would Martha have actually consensually slept with him,” but Martha claimed “It was consensual.”

I also assumed he raped her because they'd rape humans. I'm not kidding; they would rape you if you were going through sleep paralysis as well. Why? It's clear.

When in this type of situation, you're on a bed. You cannot fight. You are in a half-sleep state, so they can easily blame it on a dream. When you scream, hardly any sound comes out. It's not even loud enough for those to hear you and tends to be muffled.

I've seen them cause Sleep paralysis. That's when you get the big guys to come in. We had a strange relationship with angels because we were not Christians but called on them because we couldn't physically handle those demons. I'd never thought of Succubuses and Incubuses as rapists before studying them.

Martha stayed with him for a while, but something was clearly off with the pair. So, I studied them. I wanted to know how the relationship between a human and an Incubus, the male version of a succubus, would go.

It went terribly, horribly wrong. I never saw sexual acts since it was indecent and just perverted to do; I'm not that depraved to watch my wife sleep with her side-whore-turned-boyfriend.

I saw the abuse and wrote it down in my research notes. I saw the Incubus, Torgreloz, beating Martha until she passed out. I felt... Dark. I wasn't helping her, nor was I calling the police. I had treated my battered ex-wife as a science experiment.

I documented every bruise and cut, and there was one moment when I realized I needed to call the police.

I remember peering at them in a tree, watching them kiss through the window. They were watching Disney Movies. I was flabbergasted as to how they were still in love – Torgreloz once grabbed a screwdriver and attempted to drill it into her head, so I had to throw a rock through their window to distract him. Torgreloz was ticked off at that, but didn’t know it was from me.

Martha escaped after that and Torgreloz just dragged her by her hair back into the home. What’s ironic is that he said he was “sorry,” this was the 100th sorry, so she wasn't phased.

This time, they’re sitting down and watching a Disney movie. Torgreloz began to make out with her, but she refused. Torgreloz, of course, tried again. I’m documenting this. She shoves him off.

Then, suddenly, Torgreloz starts slapping her repeatedly. Torgreloz was going for the front and backhanded slaps, and Torgreloz was wailing at her. I heard her screaming.

Torgreloz tried to slap her again, but she ducked her head back.

Martha squeezed his left arm, trying to push him away, Bruising Torgreloz.

Torgreloz was nearly slapped by Martha, but he just hit her right arm away.

Martha grabbed his left hand, squeezing it enough to bruise; she was particularly rough.

Torgreloz grabbed her Right arm and twisted it slowly, and then SNAP, I heard it break.

Martha punched him in the ribs and bruised his chest, so Torgreloz grabbed a knife and put a big gash in her right arm.

Martha was able to block the next swing of the knife, then she tried to grab it but missed.

Martha went for it again and then slashed his left foot with it.

So, in retaliation, he just grabbed her right arm and instantly snapped it so that the bones would be in two.

Martha had bruised his left hand even more while grabbing it to stop him; Torgreloz gashed her Left Wrist.

Martha managed to use her broken arms to give a Black Eye to Torgreloz.

Torgreloz dealt another Gash to Martha’s Left Wrist.

He tried to hurt her again, but she instantly got out of the way and went to bandage her wound.

Torgreloz kicked her in the back, and then it sounded like he Broke her Tailbone, a small triangular bone at the base of the spinal column in humans and some apes, formed of fused vestigial vertebrae.

Martha kicked him in his Left Thigh, bruising Torgreloz.

Martha tried to kick him again, but he kicked the very leg she wanted to kick him with away.

Martha picked up a microwave and threw it at him, Bruising his chest even more.

Torgreloz tried to hit Martha with it, but she swung herself back.

I instantly pulled out my phone and dialed 911 in panic; I forgot to document this entire fight.

Martha used her broken arms to bash the microwave into his right arm so hard that I think she broke it.

Torgreloz dealt a Bruised Right Wrist to Martha by grabbing it to stop her.

He tried to punch her, but her head got out of the way.

Martha tried to headbutt him, but he dodged it by winging his head back.

Martha dealt a Bruised Left Forearm to Torgreloz by stomping on it after he mysteriously was pulled to the ground by an invisible force; it was like a gust of wind.

Torgreloz threw a knife at Martha, gashing her left foot.

Martha dealt a Gash on his Right Shin to Torgreloz for throwing the knife at her, using the same knife he threw at her, talking about giving your enemy your weapon!

Torgreloz deals a Bruised Left Arm to Martha by punching it; he tried to hit her again, but something I couldn’t see pulled her away from him so that he wouldn’t hit her.

Suddenly, Martha used her broken, cut-up arms to choke him. She got on top of him after a force pushed him down, and Martha squeezed his throat. If only Martha knew that demons couldn’t die.

The police showed up, Martha was brilliant in many ways, so she ran out and yelled, “MY BOYFRIEND TRIED TO KILL ME; I ATTACKED HIM IN SELF-DEFENSE!”

I hid in a bush; I didn’t want the police to see me in the tree.

Torgreloz was arrested, ironically, as demons do not typically get arrested for their many crimes against humanity. He got arrested for attacking her outside; he grabbed her throat and tried to… Let me quote the demon: “I’ll  squeeze your neck so hard that I’ll snap your neck!!!”

Yeah, the police shot him. When he was on the ground, Martha was taken to the E.R., and he was taken there as well.

I went back home and decided to publish my findings. I wasn’t sure if I would go to jail for documenting this, so I lied and said that Martha had consented to my documentation. I had video footage. I copied it on my computer and used it as evidence against him.

I remember walking into the police station and leaving the CDs for the police to use; I had photos on their desks. I even got the police a copy of my documentation. I edited it to make it look like a witness report, however.

Present day, in the interrogation room for murder, I am in shock that I tried to help her. I am glad that I did, but I am stunned that I went from the bitter ex-husband willing to study his ex-wife as a science experiment to a man who tried to help her in her time of need. 

The three men in black said to me in sync, "We need to prosecute you, however. It is against the law to murder, and we cannot let you kill people when there is no need. He was a demon who would have killed millions, and you know it; not only that, but the devil is unkillable.

The three men in black got closer to me, saying, "You didn't need to protect your daughter; she can't be killed, either."

The three men in black made this rune in the air with their fingers in sync, saying, “We are The Intergalactic police for these matters, Prophets that God has ordained to stop you from breeding demons.”

Suddenly black tentacles erupted from the floor, creating cracks and holes.

Something was clearly under us.

They did not budge; it did not phase them.

It also did not touch them.

There were 40 black tentacles with a glowing white light around them. They all surrounded me, and I could not move in the slightest. I wanted to go home to see my daughter; screw Thomas, he’s an evil little piece of dirt; I care way more about Arbonne.

However, I think I’m a terrible father because I’ve neglected to tell her that Thomas…

Thomas isn’t really a toddler.

He’s in the form of one, but he’s no baby. That’s an elder, or at the least, a grown man.

This can be very dangerous if I’m not allowed to go home.

I may have to repent or convince these men to disobey God.

Mark, one of the men in black, told me, “I don’t wanna kill you because murder is wrong, but I do wanna keep you here. The police know full well what’s going on. This town is religious after the previous events. You aren’t getting out of there until you stop the breeding programs, for it will bring hell upon us all.”

Arbonne’s Log

So, I’m staying with the “suiter” my dad, Quix, had for me, yeah… Rodney’s never gonna be my mate nor my husband. I’m not mad at Rodney, he’s just a kid, and that’s why he’ll never be my mate. He’s a KID. EW.

Since he’s in jail, my father can’t help me with Thomas anymore. I miss my father; he often told me about Marie, his first child. He says that “She never got to see the light of day because of some Incubus,” And that “We would have been friends.”

To be continued…