Not Another Bloody Prophecy

Chapter 1

At 2:54 am, two angels fell from the sky. Well, I say fell, but it was more like a rough flight downwards and hard, undignified landing.

The elder angel hit the ground first. She first landed in a tree, then gradually tumbled to the ground. She slowly got up on her elbows once the world stopped spinning. She moved her long, fiery red hair away from her furious green eyes.

Then, seconds later, she heard her little brother crashing a few feet away. She heard him groan loudly, which meant that he was still breathing.

The first thing she did was check her ring finger. The black, rough stone ring was still there, where it had been for centuries. She let out a breath that she didn't realize she was holding. Well, at least she had one small relief.

She shakily used a tree to support herself as she slowly stood up. She then looked down to assess herself. Her light skin was badly bruised and cut in several painful places. Her once elegant silver dress was now torn and stained with blood (both belonging to her, and to the idiots she had just fought), sweat, and now dirt.

One of her dark burgundy feathered wings was sprained, hence the less-than-graceful landing.

Once she was finished assessing herself, she went in search of her brother. He wasn't hard to find, since his pained groaning could probably wake up a town.

He was in worse shape than she was.

He had unluckily fallen atop of a thorny bush, and in his already beaten and weakened state, was now covered in the little thorns.

His tanned skin was badly beaten, one of his light blue eyes were swollen shut, and blood covered most of his unruly blond hair (wether the blood was his or not, she was not yet sure).

One of his wings, whose colors bore a resemblance to the Atlantic canary, was bent at an odd angle. Though she didn't pay much attention to it. The wing would right itself out soon enough. Several of his feathers had fallen out in the crash, scattered around his body.

The older angel hunched down, grabbed her brother's arm, and shook it. "Get up, Ryliel. We have work to do." She commanded.

The younger angel, Ryliel, groaned in response.

"For the love of Dad, Irisia. I just got my ass kicked and thrown out of the Silver City. Can't you give me a minute?"

The older angel, Irisia, rolled her eyes, but relented regardless. She stood up, and with a hiss of pain, retracted her wings, hiding them from the world.

Ryliel's wings were still spread out around him, but since he was still hidden by brush, humans still wouldn't see him if they happen to walk by.

Irisia then reached her hand to her waist, looking for her dagger, but found the weapon gone. Apparently, their little sister had somehow managed to take their heavenly forged weapons in all the chaos.

Irisia couldn't contain her anger anymore, so she looked up to the sky, and shouted every curse and insult in every language she could possibly think of, directing every one of them at their sister.

She continued this until her voice became hoarse, and she was forced to stop.
When she was finished, Irisia leaned against a tree, and sat down on the ground against it.

"Feel better?" Ryliel asked.

Irisia scoffed bitterly before answering, "No."

While Irisia had been shouting, he had hidden his wings, and picked up all of his fallen feathers.

Wouldn't want greedy little humans getting their hands on true divinity Irisia thought silently to herself.

Irisia wanted nothing more than to sit and fume. Actually, no, scratch that. She would much rather punch her fanatic sister in her smug face.

But unfortunately, Irisia couldn't do neither of those lovely things. She had work to do.

Irisia stood, much steadier now that the celestial healing process is kicking in. She made her way through the trees towards the light she saw behind them. Ryliel followed silently behind.

Once they had broke the tree line, Irisia saw that they were on a ledge, overlooking a vast mortal city. Los Angeles. The city of alleged angels.

Irisia scoffed, thinking of how many humans were clueless as to how true that statement was. While Irisia was filled with rage, Ryliel was filled with hurt and disappointment. How could his own sister do this? And how could he have not seen it coming? "So, what do we do now?" Ryliel asked. Irisia sighed from exhaustion. "Well, first we will obviously need to find some decent clothing. And get some sleep." Ryliel nodded his agreement. "Absolutely. Especially the sleep part. But, then what?" "Well, then we will need to give our brothers a visit."

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Alrighty! What did you think of the first chapter? I promise that the second one is gonna be longer. I hope to see you again later!