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Jael Serea Aluuris Jael closed her frosty blue eyes to the morning sun. White blonde locks lay in disarray about her head, her dreams were plagued once again. The face of a demon, screaming for her. She shuddered as she tried not to allow the image to permeate her brain. Slipping from the bed she padded to the small kitchenette and drank from the carton, she was allowed she was the only one that lived here. Pale white skin, the same color as the milk she drank wrapped around her small form. She was 5 2 and lucky if she weighed more than a buck twenty. Her baby pink pajamas were appropriate and not perverse as most twenty on year old preferred. Jael didnt drink or smoke, she didnt curse, she had no piercings or tattoos, her white skin was flawless, not even a freckle or more to be found. Shoving the milk into the fridge once more she moved back to her bedroom, though her father had sentenced her to a life of hardship and misery Jael rebelled. It was the only time she had done so and daily she repented for it. But for one so young to marry a demon was beyond her scope of reality. She first slid into the shower and washed away the haze of sleep and the heavy thoughts that burdened her small body. After drying odd she moved to her bedroom. Kneeling at her bedside she prayed to her father, her Maker. Jael was one of Gods ethereal beings a protector of the human race, but when she needed protection, the most, her family had turned their backs on her. Stating that her fate was written even before she was born, she aimed to change that. Shed been away from heaven and living amongst the mortals, humans, for over a year now. She hid away her wings, appearing as faint tattoos on her shoulder blades, the only marks on her otherwise flawless skin. Rising Jael pulled open the curtains and allowed the sunshine in, only to find that God had taken it away and given her rain. Smiling, she didnt mind it one bit. Sighing she moved about her apartment getting ready for work. Sliding her black slacks over her hips the heart shape of her rear hugged in the soft fabric. A decent bra and the trademark baby blue tee shirt donned she ran a brush through her hair and neatly set her white hair into a smooth ponytail. Sensible shoes and out the door she went slipping on her jacket and setting up her umbrella. The walk was brief and the bell above the door tinkled gently as she entered. Greeted by most everyone in the little towns only diner she smiled and greeted them all back. Slipping a pencil behind her ear and an apron around her waist she got to work. Order after order taken, each written in a beautiful script. the gleaming white counter she worked behind held a few customers and she prepared coffee and pie for one. Sitting it in front of him she smiled, her white cheeks rising to a pale pink as she blushed. His name was Marcus, every day since she had taken the job he came in, every morning it was pie and coffee and every afternoon it was ham on rye with swiss and a coke. Jael adored the sweet man that ran the gas station, but she couldnt allow him to get close. No one could, she feared for their death if it were to happen. Sighing she shook off the thought and stepped back. Always keeping her distance. Icy orbs settled on a new customer and she wove through the sea of tables to the booth. What can I get for you today? He answered and she smiled, Coming right up. It was the town lawyer, he was kind but Jael knew he had dirty hands. Leaning against the counter she talked with Marvin, he was talking about something mundane so Jael slipped inside her head Uh huhs and Mmhmms slid from her lips as she pondered life and how long she could stay in hiding, it was something she pondered every day.