---Thorn's POV---

My wings fluttered, sending shadows to scurry over the floor and across the walls before blending in with the surroundings. I couldn't control the irritated jerks of my wings, nor the way the feathers puffed up and bristled at the sight of the Angels.

White feathers elegantly fluttered down from the sky as numerous angels flocked together, landing without so much as a breeze. I could feel my eyes heat up, glowing as they flicked from one group to another while I ignored their condescending stares.

The humans had trained me over the years after all, glaring at me whenever they could. The disgust and hatred in these angels' gazes was nothing compared to some of the death glares I had received from a mere mortal.

I snorted and averted my eyes, glaring into the distance. The angels hadn't made a move yet, simply because their God hadn't shown up. Now they were ruffling their feathers and glaring at me, even though their God's law was supposed to condemn hatred.

Guess these angels take after their precious humans. Like Creator, like creation, I guess.

Warmth brushed against my back before two strong arms looped around, Bidzill's jaw resting on my shoulder whilst glaring at the gathering up ahead.

I smiled as my wings fluttered, the feathers seemingly reaching out to brush against Bidzill's skin. My smile turned to a smirk when I felt him shiver against me before his lips pressed against my temple.

The sunlight bounced off of the wings of the angels, creating spectacular rays of light and color that shot of each and every way. They seemed to preen under the sunlight, basking in its glow before it would make way for the night.

I didn't let it get to me though. My father and Bidzill both had reassured me time and time again that I was more powerful than these angels. What they didn't know was that I could actually feel that.

Even with their preening and being all prim and proper, they were afraid. They were trying to intimidate me because they all knew that I was a threat to them, if I desired to fight them.

It wasn't so much the physical fight but more the fact that whatever decision they made, whatever decree their God put out... I could void that.

And that absolutely terrified them. They didn't hate me past the fact that my creation shouldn't have happened in the first place, according to their laws. They simply didn't know me and how I would react and respond to certain circumstances.

Bidzill huffed in annoyance. "Judging from their behavior in the absence of their God, I'm starting to think they want you to pick sides." His lips pursed, eyes flaring bright gold in anger. "With them... or against them."

I rolled my eyes while leaning against him, glad that I had his support because I still felt rather weak. My legs trembled the slightest bit, but I could probably fault that to Bidzill rubbing his stubble absentmindedly against my shoulder.

The sound of more wings beating against the air made me look back before smiling grimly as father landed a few feet away. His expression had soured as he glared at the rest of the angels, massive wings held out behind him before they effortlessly folded into his body.

Wisps of his power flashed through the darkening sky, emitting little screeches as they darted around, seemingly annoying the Angels of light.

My own powers flared awake with a dull hum but my entities stayed back. The angels all had their sights set on me and I could tell one wrong move would set them off, if their God allowed it or not.

Surprisingly they didn't respond, though was it really that surprising? I could feel the energy building behind them and knew their God had finally arrived. They parted for the Deity, lowering their heads as it passed.

I frowned, tilting my head as I couldn't tell if this Deity was male or female. Still, I had the feeling this Deity was male but simply androgynous and liked to make people wonder.

One side of his head was shaven completely while the other was extremely long, resting on his chest, the strands unnaturally white. A smile pulled at his lips as he tilted his head slightly, eyes flitting over my body curiously.

The angels behind him were glaring at me but stopped and averted their eyes when the God waved them back with his hand.

"I'm terribly sorry for the attempts on your life and I can assure you, I never have or would approve of such violence." God spoke, looking over his shoulder towards a small group of Angels with downcast faces.

"Honestly, I'm a stickler for rules and I know it can be borderline obsessive but that doesn't mean people have to abide them or die." He rolled his eyes but the smile on his lips told me he wasn't all than angry with the angels, though they seem properly scolded.

Bidzill scoffed, muttering, "That didn't stop them from attacking Thorn multiple times. Why are they following the rules that humans so clearly morphed and influenced?" God turned to my lover, eyebrows raising in curiosity before smiling.

"I admit that the rules are strict but I made them more as guidelines, not rules to live or die by. Like the humans, some of my children chose one option while the others chose the opposite. As such, it seemed that some seemed to believe I would be grieved by Thorn's existence."

I blinked, looking at the Deity, as I had assumed that he indeed had hated my existence. "You approve of me being alive? Of the fact that two Angels had offspring, even if that went against the rules?"

He snorted, chuckling softly. "Why would I hate Love? Love is the purest energy and one of the strongest forces in existence! I could never hate love and my rules never spoke of Angels not being allowed to have children. It simply advised against offspring with humans."

God sighed deeply, moving his hair out of his face. "When I made those rules, I was afraid that some of my children would stray out of the light if they fell in love with humans. Humans are so easily corrupted and might take advantage of an Angel's love."

I nodded, wings relaxing slightly as the shadows slowly seeped back into my feathers. The God watched with curiosity and intrest before smiling widely as he motioned towards me. "You see? Love made you, such a curious being that overpowers me easily. Some of my rules are outdated but alas, as a God, I'm not allowed to go back on my word. I do not have the power to do so."

Suddenly I understood and grinned, nodding my head. "But I do."

"You do." He agreed, grinning widely before walking forwards to Jason and gave my father a warm hug. "I never lost my faith in any of my creation and I knew before your birth what would happen. But if I had interfered, your powers would not have Awakened, nor would you have met your Soulmate."

Jason scowled before gently pushing God out of his arms. "But what of my love? My soulmate was taken forcefully from me, kept away as I was made to believe that she wanted nothing to do with me."

God sighed, eyes downcast and brimming with tears of pain and remorse. "I never wanted to cause any pain, nor did I want to separate beings of true love. But like I had stated before, if I hadn't intervened..."

Understanding flooded my being, though I wasn't all that happy about it. "Then my mother wouldn't have dropped me off into Earth and all of this would never have happened. But why did we need to suffer?"

God flinched, rubbing his arms as he looked over his creations before scratching at his hair. "Sometimes, we need to know the shadows before we can see the light. How else can you differentiate, if all you've known in life was filled with Light? For you to be the ultimate Judge, you needed to know both sides. Light and Dark, Love and Hatred. Life and Death."

Blinking, I pressed against Bidzill, seeing my past in a different light. Its true that I've seen hatred for myself, both in humans and supernaturals. I've felt Love by finding my three children. Blake. Lyra. Noah. 

I had seen how people acted and reacted, how the world responded to kindness and hatred. If I had grown up in the loving arms of my parents, I would've only seen goodness. My life would've been restricted by God's rules and as a Judge, I would've followed them and them alone when I judged a person.

Now, I could look at complicated cases and see through the lies, could tell whom deserved a second chance. Like the boy in the lake, I could tell that not all the offenders had been evil and had ultimately spared one man's life while saving the boy's.

If my life had been black and white, I would probably have killed all those men, even if not all of them had deserved to die.

"Now, I see you can understand what I mean but the truth is that I did cause you all a great deal of pain and that was never my intention. For that, I'm terribly sorry. Jason, I have personally sought after the Angels that were the cause of your pain and found them. They will be severely punished and judged by your son later on."

Jason's eyes widened and my heart skipped a beat at the meaning behind God's words. "You mean-"

God nodded, eyes warm as he beckoned someone forwards from the crowd. "I could never separate someone of their True Love. Nor would I deny a mother acces to her child, or her lover." He grinned widely as an Angel slowly approached, drawing Jason's gaze to the woman, his entire expression lighting up.

"Source above..." He murmured reverently, taking a step forwards with tears in his eyes. They rushed forwards at the same time, enveloping one another in their arms while crying. I could feel the agony both had been through and could feel their souls mend simply from being in their lover's arms once more.

And I gulped, because I realized that for the very first time in my existence, I was going to meet my Mother.