It was in the middle of July, but it still felt like it was fall. The wind was as cold as the coldest ice you could find on the North Pole. Or like ice on a lake. Whatever, he didn't care right now. The only thoutgh, there ran thought his mind, was to get in that d**n shop.
The feather wings was going fastly up and down in a quick rhythm, trying to get the blood to run faster and warm the wings up. It felt like there was hanging ice on them, dragging him closer to the ground. Even when it didn't happen. He was trying to get higher up. Up over the skies, where there was no wind.
The red eyes glanced up at the skies, there was warning the city with its grey colors. Even the skies looked like they would bring snow instead of heavy rain or thunder. The night was almost coal black. How can it even be that, when they're in the middle of the summer?!
The fallen angel sighed heavily, notiched to his surprise that he could see his breath. Okay, how cold was it?! -25 Celsius?! The fallen angel frowned angrily over his own frustration, he closed his eyes, letted his other senses taking a little control.
The wind was howling in his ears, sounded like a train with 200 km/t closely past by him. He shaked his head, the high howling didn't lower its volume by that.
Even with the irritating howling in his ears, the wind was fresh. It brought smells of spruce trees and snow, a forest was probably nearby. The only spruce trees in the city was in the local park, where he sometimes hang out with his friend.
It was always nice to be in that park, even when it was little. It consisted of a few benches here and there, a grey gravle path going through the park and the spruce trees. There was also a little lake in the far end of the park. When it's winter, the water always turned to ice, and then you can skate on it.
The fallen angel remembered him and his friends skating on that ice. There was a lot of laughter all the times, when one of them fell on the slippery ice. There wasn't any serious injured, only sore backs, heads, arms and legs. And a few bruises. Nothing to serious.
The fallen angel smiled by the memory, his fangs was poking out of his mouth. Which was a problem for him. People had kept calling him a demon. Even when he kindly tells them he's a fallen angel, people still calls him a demon. It irritated him and often left him with a gnawing feeling in his stomach.
But if it ever happens, his friends steps forward and talk with him, trying to get his mood up again. It always helped. His friends had always been with him, and he was always supporting them as much as they did.
An ice cold wind suddenly knocked him out of his trance of thoughts, chills ran up his bare arms to his central nerve system. He trembled by the cold wind. “Note to self,” he said, his voices sounded all shaky by the wind. “Never fly in cold weather without a jacket,”. He crossed his arms, trying to rub some warm into the cold skin.
He glanced down at the ground, trying to find that building he was going to work in. He had a call early this day, in the morning actually. Martin had picked up the call, had listened to the voice a little, and then hanging Nitram his phone.
Nitram remembered the glance Martin gave him, when he turned around to walk away to let the fallen angel talk without someone hearing him. It was a glance mixed with concern and curiosity. Nitram could understand the curiosity, but not the concern. Why was he worried?
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Five Nights In Wonderland
Фанфик(Language Warning, there will be swears!) "I... saw horrible things down there... Things, nobody ever should see. It was awful, f*****g awful! Everything was red... crimson almost if the colors haven't been there for to long... The walls, the floor...
