Fallen (Undergoing editing)

Chapter twelve

My life had been a lie and the feeling of being along became more dominant than ever.

Falcon, someone who I'd once believed to be one of the greatest angels who ever existed, heart full of love and passion, had been the one to cause so much heartache.

Why? Why had it been me?

How was I so innocent in his eyes that he couldn't slaughter just one more soul? What had he seen in me? I was alone, but deep down in my gut where I'd never wandered, I knew it. I'd known I'd been a little different. I'd always been a little different from the rest, and now I knew why.

          Even though everything I'd heard, somehow, it made me only miss Falcon even more. I wanted more answers, how he'd done it, why he' done it. I wanted to hear it from his mouth.

But he was dead, and there was no changing that. I would have to go a life time without any answers or to the why I was spared, but my people...

          I looked up and saw as the angels flew through the peach colored sky. They looked so beautiful and gallantly as they soared through the open air, and I came to realize, that sort of beauty was never mine. These weren't my people. It was only a stage and they were the props that once made this home that was once mine look so real. I curled my knees up to my chest and cried into my arms, feeling like a lonely star in a constant black sky.

          "Lilith?"

I didn't even turn to look to see who it was. Just from the scent that soon followed, it was Enrique standing behind me with worried creases in his forehead.

          "Lilith, what happened? Thor came and told me that the Capital's soldiers were escorting you to the Council," he said tenderness lacing his voice as he crouched down beside me and tugged me against his chest.

I wanted to curl away from him, but I bit my tongue and held still, forcing my aching glare to gaze out to the open sky. He was foreign to me now. I no longer knew him. He wasn't my kind—my blood, but I couldn't. I needed something to hold me, to keep me from crumbling into a pile of rubble.

          "Enrique..." I hiccupped before collapsing into his shoulder, bellowing heavy sobs.

He wrapped his arms around me, rocking me, combing his hands through my hair, whispering, 'It'll be alright' over and over again, but I still didn't believe it. I didn't know if I could believe anything ever again.

          When I finally got a hold of myself, I was able to tell Enrique what had happened, despite the warning Dolorian gave me about keeping my secret a secret, I couldn't dare hold it in. I told him about the raids, the tablet, how Falcon had plucked me from my homeland and kept me for his own, promising to let the last of the Fallen's bloodline die with me.