As a child, I knew I was different, different from everyone around me. I saw things the world could never dare see. I also talk to those things. Being the orphan I was, I was labelled with foul names for my queer abilities.
I didn't expect the queer abilities to save me.
The orphanage I was staying in burned to ashes when I was but five years old, barely old enough to survive in this cruel world. The screams of the innocent called out to me painfully as I waved though the licking fires that harmed every flesh and debris present. Despite this all, I remained unscathed.
Through the snowy ashes that fell, I was graced with five winged beings as they looked at me with interest. That time changed my life forever.
Michael, the Soldier, who was a violet eyed boy with wavy red locks.
Gabriel, the Messenger, whose kind azure eyes looked down on me as his sandy hair parted neatly to one side.
Raphael, the Healer, whose ice blue eyes and medium length blonde hair swayed with his flirtatious movements.
Uriel, the dark, brooding man among the bunch.
...and Lucifer, the golden boy whose kind smile captivated me from the beginning.