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Chapter 2
Qualifiers

"DAMN IT BOY, YOU BETTER BE READY FOR THE TRIALS OR I WILL BEAT YO' ASS", Phil boomed at his child, his face contorted into a nasty sneer. It looked as if he was disgusted at the..weakness of his only child. Aamir was sprawled out limply on the floor, breathing hard against the cold wooden floor. He was trying not to let the tears flow down his cheeks and onto the floor, for fear of getting another beating by Phil, his father. "Why would anyone treat their son this way..", Aamir thought as he looked up to his dad from the floor, who was looking down on him. His fathers hand was twitching, ready to give him another bitch slap across the face if he didn't get up soon. Aamir closed his eyes and sighed quietly, hoping his dad hadn't heard it.
"D-Dad..We've been training non-stop for the past week..c-can I have a break? T-The trials to be a guardian angel are today anyways", Aamir spoke weakly as he slowly got up off the ground, sitting silently on the wooden floor, rubbing his eyes, trying not to cry
"Aamir..", Phil said as he squatted. He got up close to his face, Aamir was able to feel his breath on his upper lip, and Phil bitch smacked him across the face, making Aamir fall back on the floor.
"I don't give a fuck..", and with that, Phil stood up and walked away, leaving Aamir to soak in his shame, and tears as he was laid on the floor against a wall. He slowly began to curl into a ball and he started sobbing quietly, the tears falling from his face as they hit his wrist.

In the distance, you could see a black haired teenager coming down from a hillside. He was wearing blue jeans, a black/red checkered flannel, sneakers. He was in a full on sprint, sweat dripping slowly off his face as he ran. Eventually he made it, barely on time of course, and the clerk started asking him all these silly little questions. "Your Age?...What are you Applying for?.."
"300...Guardian Angel.."
The clerk then stood up slowly, sighing shakily. She was shifting a few papers on her desk as Aamir had noticed that she was trying to avoid eye contact with him, at which she slowly lifted her trembling hand, pointing towards a door. "I-I w-wish you t-the b-best of l-luck.."
Aamir was wondering why she was stuttering..why he saw pity and sorrow for him in her eyes.. He walked through the door, hesitant at first in case it was a trap. He was breathing quietly, tip toeing slowly to the next room that was connected with the hall way. There was a man at the end of this slightly dark, ominous room. Aamir had to enter since he had no choice, and the door shut behind him without a moments notice. He was alone in the room with the man. He felt a killer instinct coming from the.."No..that's not an Angel..", Aamir thought to himself. He...it turned around, its face contorted to a disgusting sneer. Blood was dripping from it's lips as it fed off a raccoon, a human animal. It was the first time he had soon an animal from earth, but now was no time to be mesmerized..
"THAT'S A DEMON!", Aamir though as it lashed out at him. He elegantly dodged it by doing a back flip. The demon look confused, it didn't seem very intelligent compared to others, and Aamir used this to his advantage. He simply kept doing back flips and round house kicking the simple minded demon across the face. Aamir was still just a child compared to other angels, and as naive as he is, he began to get cocky, and that led to recklessness. Eventually Aamir lost his balance, the demon took advantage of this and gave him one good single punch, and Aamir went flying across the room, slamming into the heavily reinforced wall from the force. He got up and smiled, spitting the blood from his mouth, along with a tooth. He was a bit disoriented from hitting the apparent magic enforced wall, but the demon was already upon him. It was slobbering all over Aamir as it was slicing his stomach here and there. He eventually looked down to see what the foul beast was doing and he saw it laying its wart covered, slithering tentacle like tongue all over his stomach, licking the blood off his body as it squealed in delight. He looked with disgust as he grabbed the demonic creatures spit slathered tongue. Aamir actually began to yell into the creatures face..the creature looked afraid after hearing Aamir's scream. He had sounded like a banshee for a moment and the creature covered it's ears whimpering, and with that moment in his grasp, threw it off him into the wall next to him, then throwing it down onto the ground. He climbed onto the demon, grinning disgustingly and started going at it. Each punch was filled with anger and sorrow, thanks to his father of course from the abuse he had recieved from him. The demon was still...dead...it's purple blood corroding into the ground like an acidic substance towards steal. His eyes darkened to a black color and he smiled as wide as he could, bringing both his fists up..he brought them down. The demon opened it's eyes, looking up at it's fate and almost began to beg for mercy, but it was too late. It's head exploded, blood splattering all over Aamir's face but it hadn't corroded his face..he slowly began to lick the blood off his face and he swallowed it. "Such an exquisite...specimen"
He got up, looking down at his handy work as his eyes began to go back to normal, and he looked at his hands, confused. At the realization of what happened, a door opened on the other side of the room and slowly walked through to find a man with a clip board. He was shuffling some papers around. It took the angel a few minutes but he found the paper and gave it to Aamir, in which Aamir began to squeal happily and he ran out of the building. The paper had the approval of becoming a guardian Angel, and he didn't really pay much attention to what had happened in that room due to the elated emotions as he ran off to tell his father that he passed...

A tall man in a black robe was standing in front of the mauled demon, dead faced and staring emotionless toward the creature. "Who did this?"
The shorter one looked up at his boss, and looked back down towards the papers in front of him,"...Aamir, sir. If it's not too much to ask though..why do you ask exactly?"
"...I ask because I saw saw the fight..keep an eye on him will you? I saw how he had..he had..he....."
The assistant, so it seemed, noticed the bosses lack of words and nudged him gently on his forearm,"..Sir?"
The man in the black robe blinked twice and looked down at his assistant, furrowing his slightly bushy eyebrows,"Just keep an eye on him, we need to make sure another incident doesn't occur from the same...causes..".
The man gently shook his head slowley, remembering something at the back of his mind, and with that, the man walked away, his brown dress shoes clicking against the now clean, glistening marble floor.

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Chapter 2
Qualifiers

"DAMN IT BOY, YOU BETTER BE READY FOR THE TRIALS OR I WILL BEAT YO' ASS", Phil boomed at his child, his face contorted into a nasty sneer. It looked as if he was disgusted at the..weakness of his only child. Aamir was sprawled out limply on the floor, breathing hard against the cold wooden floor. He was trying not to let the tears flow down his cheeks and onto the floor, for fear of getting another beating by Phil, his father. "Why would anyone treat their son this way..", Aamir thought as he looked up to his dad from the floor, who was looking down on him. His fathers hand was twitching, ready to give him another bitch slap across the face if he didn't get up soon. Aamir closed his eyes and sighed quietly, hoping his dad hadn't heard it.
"D-Dad..We've been training non-stop for the past week..c-can I have a break? T-The trials to be a guardian angel are today anyways", Aamir spoke weakly as he slowly got up off the ground, sitting silently on the wooden floor, rubbing his eyes, trying not to cry
"Aamir..", Phil said as he squatted. He got up close to his face, Aamir was able to feel his breath on his upper lip, and Phil bitch smacked him across the face, making Aamir fall back on the floor.
"I don't give a fuck..", and with that, Phil stood up and walked away, leaving Aamir to soak in his shame, and tears as he was laid on the floor against a wall. He slowly began to curl into a ball and he started sobbing quietly, the tears falling from his face as they hit his wrist.

In the distance, you could see a black haired teenager coming down from a hillside. He was wearing blue jeans, a black/red checkered flannel, sneakers. He was in a full on sprint, sweat dripping slowly off his face as he ran. Eventually he made it, barely on time of course, and the clerk started asking him all these silly little questions. "Your Age?...What are you Applying for?.."
"300...Guardian Angel.."
The clerk then stood up slowly, sighing shakily. She was shifting a few papers on her desk as Aamir had noticed that she was trying to avoid eye contact with him, at which she slowly lifted her trembling hand, pointing towards a door. "I-I w-wish you t-the b-best of l-luck.."
Aamir was wondering why she was stuttering..why he saw pity and sorrow for him in her eyes.. He walked through the door, hesitant at first in case it was a trap. He was breathing quietly, tip toeing slowly to the next room that was connected with the hall way. There was a man at the end of this slightly dark, ominous room. Aamir had to enter since he had no choice, and the door shut behind him without a moments notice. He was alone in the room with the man. He felt a killer instinct coming from the.."No..that's not an Angel..", Aamir thought to himself. He...it turned around, its face contorted to a disgusting sneer. Blood was dripping from it's lips as it fed off a raccoon, a human animal. It was the first time he had soon an animal from earth, but now was no time to be mesmerized..
"THAT'S A DEMON!", Aamir though as it lashed out at him. He elegantly dodged it by doing a back flip. The demon look confused, it didn't seem very intelligent compared to others, and Aamir used this to his advantage. He simply kept doing back flips and round house kicking the simple minded demon across the face. Aamir was still just a child compared to other angels, and as naive as he is, he began to get cocky, and that led to recklessness. Eventually Aamir lost his balance, the demon took advantage of this and gave him one good single punch, and Aamir went flying across the room, slamming into the heavily reinforced wall from the force. He got up and smiled, spitting the blood from his mouth, along with a tooth. He was a bit disoriented from hitting the apparent magic enforced wall, but the demon was already upon him. It was slobbering all over Aamir as it was slicing his stomach here and there. He eventually looked down to see what the foul beast was doing and he saw it laying its wart covered, slithering tentacle like tongue all over his stomach, licking the blood off his body as it squealed in delight. He looked with disgust as he grabbed the demonic creatures spit slathered tongue. Aamir actually began to yell into the creatures face..the creature looked afraid after hearing Aamir's scream. He had sounded like a banshee for a moment and the creature covered it's ears whimpering, and with that moment in his grasp, threw it off him into the wall next to him, then throwing it down onto the ground. He climbed onto the demon, grinning disgustingly and started going at it. Each punch was filled with anger and sorrow, thanks to his father of course from the abuse he had recieved from him. The demon was still...dead...it's purple blood corroding into the ground like an acidic substance towards steal. His eyes darkened to a black color and he smiled as wide as he could, bringing both his fists up..he brought them down. The demon opened it's eyes, looking up at it's fate and almost began to beg for mercy, but it was too late. It's head exploded, blood splattering all over Aamir's face but it hadn't corroded his face..he slowly began to lick the blood off his face and he swallowed it. "Such an exquisite...specimen"
He got up, looking down at his handy work as his eyes began to go back to normal, and he looked at his hands, confused. At the realization of what happened, a door opened on the other side of the room and slowly walked through to find a man with a clip board. He was shuffling some papers around. It took the angel a few minutes but he found the paper and gave it to Aamir, in which Aamir began to squeal happily and he ran out of the building. The paper had the approval of becoming a guardian Angel, and he didn't really pay much attention to what had happened in that room due to the elated emotions as he ran off to tell his father that he passed...

A tall man in a black robe was standing in front of the mauled demon, dead faced and staring emotionless toward the creature. "Who did this?"
The shorter one looked up at his boss, and looked back down towards the papers in front of him,"...Aamir, sir. If it's not too much to ask though..why do you ask exactly?"
"...I ask because I saw saw the fight..keep an eye on him will you? I saw how he had..he had..he....."
The assistant, so it seemed, noticed the bosses lack of words and nudged him gently on his forearm,"..Sir?"
The man in the black robe blinked twice and looked down at his assistant, furrowing his slightly bushy eyebrows,"Just keep an eye on him, we need to make sure another incident doesn't occur from the same...causes..".
The man gently shook his head slowley, remembering something at the back of his mind, and with that, the man walked away, his brown dress shoes clicking against the now clean, glistening marble floor.