Nevaeh: The Fallen

Prologue

Destiny never made sense until now. My parents had died when I was born; so once I reached full maturity- around the age of 19, I was told that I'd be sitting on a throne the rest of my life. Responsibility and dedication kicked in and became a constant chore. Childish things were then locked in a tiny box and the key was tossed away- Permanently. I had no choice, for It was my duty to lead a clan of strong, archangel warriors to victory. Ever since I was young, I knew I had a significant calling... I just wasn't expecting it to be this.

The fight between angels and vampires was all I knew.

Let me start at the beginning... Before the fight between angels and vampires happened. When everything was almost right in the world- Well, kinda. A rocky terrestrial planet called Earth had been home to many creatures, including a species called Humans. It was a beautiful planet with valleys, mountains, canyons, and plains. Two thousand Islands surrounded by water. With time though, trees began to be cut down by the humans, pollution stunk the air, and many animals became extinct. Natural resources were on the bend.

The humans destroyed their home, and the planet died out. It was the year 3010, earth was overpopulated.... Food was scarce, and the land was almost completely dry of its water. Humans became selfish; which led to a never ending war of bloodshed.

Nobody was safe.

Most of the humans died off, due to many things, such as diseases and starvation.

All of the super volcanoes erupted violently, which led to the final wipe out of the human race. The world became a blanket of ash, and everything on it died out.... Everything.... Later however,-

The planet was reborn.

Each section of the new planet was different from the next. It was similar to earth, but was more perfect this time. This New World was walked on by nine tailed foxes, giant spirit elk, dyrads; elven like creatures that protected trees, and many more refined, nature like creatures that took the form of their environment.

There was no hunger, no war, and no death. Only light and life prospered.

However, after the birth of the new planet, it wasn't all good... Devastation happened.

There were many angels in Heaven that became defiant with this New World, they grew reckless and wanted the power, more specifically an angel called Azazel. He was a wiser angel with short white hair and a muscular tone; which complemented his light eyes, he was beautiful, young; serving only to please- so that's why this encounter was so rare and quite unexpected.

Azazel and his followers got together and conversed, forming a plan to take over heaven and run it the way Azazel saw it to be. After their devilish plan was discovered by God, their presence was no longer needed, and with that, the defiant angels were kicked out of heaven, and sent to Hell. A place where the light never touched, a place of fire and gauntly screams... a world of everlasting pain. Destruction. Death. Darkness... However, a sort of loophole was created, and they escaped that fate; they say Satan had something to do with it. They were directly sent to the New World that had been only just created, and this time, even more perfect than the last.

Once Azazel and his followers landed, their snow-white wings disintegrated from their backs. Their beautiful hair was no longer light, but was now replaced with jet black. Long finger nails outstretched and looked like a sheet of glass, almost as if it could cut through anything. The angel's eyes began to change to the opposite of what they first had. It was a darker hue now; almost like fire embers, and on the inside?... Soulless.

Pain struck them like a sharp knife, which made each one shout out in agony. The angels were sent to their knees during their immoral transformation. Evilness consumed them. When their teeth began to fall out, sharper ones replaced those. The title angel however, no longer belonged to these defying, unworthy creatures, for they were the opposite of life and good. They were vile beasts of death, and only brought destruction wherever they went.-

-Vampires.

That was their new title.

Blood thirsty beings that prayed on the weak. A more advanced species that was very rare, and immensely difficult to contain and kill.

Azazel looked at his followers and told them that this New World was their new home, and this was the kingdom that they rightfully deserved. He told them that he would lead them to a new order. That this New World would be shaped in his image and how he saw it. It was just the beginning... So, he reached for his angelic necklace that was wrapped around his neck; it was given to him when he first entered the gates of Heaven, and he ripped it off forcefully- followed by a menacing laugh. The angelic necklaces contained the light and energy of an angel. The spirit nonetheless. Since Azazel and his followers were no longer angels and lost their spirits, the light died out.

The New World that God created perfectly, had been tampered with. After the new coming of the Vampire Species, new creatures began to uncover themselves from the ground. Demonic creatures. They walked the planet heinously by the Vampires' side. Hell had been unleashed- Literally. They became henchmen to the Vampires, and did what they were told to do. They were called Minotaur's. Better known as the bull-men. A monster with the head and tail of a bull, and a body of a man, it also carried around an axe for protection- like its horns and strength wasn't enough for it.

Legend says, Satan had also copied the creation of God, and placed humans on the New World too. Only this time, they were not as intelligent, and were weaker than before. They were an official offering to the Vampires, and the Vampires owned them. Humans became their food source and were forced to stay in the towns that were made for them.

Luckily, the New World wasn't completely doomed. Archangels were led down by my father Favian to help make the planet perfect again, and by his side- my mother.

My father and mother pushed through the crowd of angels and volunteered without hesitation, for they were full of courage. The dangers and risks were terminal, but that didn't stop them from doing what they knew was right. Their courage inspired many in Heaven, which is where they earned the highest respect. They too, had their followers. My mother and father were treated as if they were royalty after volunteering, for the surrounding angels bowed their heads.

They were the first two, official angels to volunteer, so they were bestowed gifts by God.

My father received a lion with wings.

My mother received a red fox with nine tails.

After...

A new age dawned.

Nevaeh.