The Dark Side of the World (TDA)

Prologue

Hi! 

So I wrote this story a little while ago. Not that long, but a lot happens in about a year. And while back then I thought it was the best thing ever, my writing has gotten so much better, and I cringe just reading this. I mean, if you're really interested, I think the writing gets better with time, but honestly it's pretty bad at the start.

Anyhow, just thought I'd add that. 

As I plunge my blade into demon, making it disappear back into whatever realm of hell it originates from, the pain from the wound in my side becomes more noticeable. The burn on my wrist from its poisonous blood stings, but not nearly as bad. I wipe sweat from my forehead, anger coursing through my veins.

The dark alley is empty, thank the angel. Not surprising, I suppose since it's ten thirty at night and the alley behind an old club isn't very busy at noon either. The mood shines down from the pitch black sky, illuminating even places that aren't bathed in the glow of street lights. I've been told there are places beyond them, places where you can see stars all through the night, but I've never seen them. The closest I've ever gotten is Idris.

The alley isn't exactly the ideal place for fighting demons, covered in garbage and old cigarettes, the smell almost kills you.

"So," I say into the night air. "When would you have popped in and helped? Once I was almost dead, or just before?"

There's a barking laugh, and a figure emerges from the shadows. My brother. Light hair gleaming in the moonlight and green eyes shining with amusement, he strides out from where he stood leaning against the wall. Several blades and knives hang from his belt almost teasingly.

"You were doing just fine." he assures me. "See, not even a scratch."

He waves at my battered body with one hand, and I glare at him. 

"I'm not sure several burns and a large side wound count as 'Not even a scratch'." 

My parabati stands off the the side, waiting anxiously. My brother's smile fades. He comes over to me and does his usual inspection, poking around the gaping hole in my side and burns.

"Nothing we can't heal with a rune." he says finally. This time I don't glare at him.

"We had better get you home." he says, pushing sweaty hair back from my forehead as I sit on the cleanest part of the ground I can find. "Mom'll worry."

I think of my mother, sitting on the couch in the lobby, waiting. I wonder if she's worried or has just excepted that she'll always have kids that don't listen. My parabati crouches beside me and draws several runes on my skin. Healing and more strength. I feel the pain from the burning start to fade, but the gash on my side's still going strong.

"I still don't see why we had to come out here at twelve at night." she says with a huff.

My brother shrugs. "First of all, it's not twelve. It's a very reasonable ten-thirty-seven PM. And second, you didn't have to come if you didn't want to. My crazy sister is the one who wanted to go."

She crosses her arms.

Once my wounds have healed slightly, and the pain lessens, we get going. You never know what could be out this time of night.

As we walk along the New York streets, unseen, I see things I usually don't. People talking, laughing and standing there without a care in the world. Men coming out of bars in packs, drunk to the point of hilarity, barely able the stand. And more pleasant things, like the one lonely star that manages to brake through the glow of the street lights to be seen.

When I start to feel dizzy and a slight bit nauseous, my brother puts and arm around me to keep me stable, I look up at the sky and at that one lonely star. It's the last thing I see before I black out.

A/N

How did you guys like it? That was just the prologue, but Chapter 1 starts the story off. I will mention that this is a different character then who will be narrating most of the book. But who do you guys think she is?