Please note:
This chapter is a flashback.
Chapter 1
Grace made her way out to the balcony shivering slightly in the crisp midnight air. Her eyes swept over the sprawling city below her, all was silent expect for a lone carriage traversing its way through the cobble stone streets. A large gothic cathedral overlooked the city atop its enormous hill.
“Enjoying the view?” A smooth voice said filtering through the air to play at her ears.
“Kael” Grace breathed, adoring the feel of his name on her lips.
She watched mystified as this beautiful creature walked over to her. He was tall and broad with corded muscles weaving their way under his fine silken shirt. His hair shone brilliantly in the moon light, accenting the slight red undertone.
Her eyes swept up to his most brilliant feature- his wings. They were not the grand sweeping luminescent white of Yahweh’s angels...no, these were the wings of a fallen angel. Speckled and gray with sins and deception.
Kael’s arms wrapped around Grace’s body coming to rest on her swollen belly.
“What shall we call it?” Grace inquired contentedly as her body temperature rose slightly. Angels temperatures were always higher than that of mortals.
Kael crossed in front of her and squatted coming to rest right in front of her stomach. “Let’s see, shall we?” He pressed his lips against her protruding belly and Grace smiled down at her lover.
“Her name is Seraphina.”
“You are so certain it will be a girl?” Grace asked suddenly, a little taken back by the certainty in his voice.
“She is tied to me, the fruit of my loins- thus I can feel her life force pulsing inside of you.” Kael rose.
“So Seraphina is-” Grace began to ask in shock.
“Her True Name.” Kael nodded soberly. Only angels knew and were called by their own True Names.
“To know ones true name is to know a power that transcends death itself.” She exclaimed in wonder.
The moon climbed it way down the sky and it was the sun’s turn to shine. Kael’s body began to loose its depth and only a shimmery outline remained in the new mornings light. Grace cursed the sun, for when it was day her hands traveled right through his perfect form, as all fallen angels lost their solidity.
His hand came to hover upon her shoulder but she felt nothing. They watched the sun sluggishly peak its head up out of the horizon.
“I’ll call her Dawne.”
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FantasyChaos a winged god of death is bound by duty when he must travel to the land of the living to strip the life away of an ailing man. Upon completing his task he is enchanted by the mortal thief Dawne who is an expert in cheating death its self. Can l...
