The Fallen

Chapter 1

 Michael, looking down upon his sister with disgust, flicks his sword in her direction.

"You dishonored your family," The archangel hisses. He looked back to the throne where their father, God, sat.

"Because you wanted to be, well, you, our father is gone, and we have no ruler," Michael said to the younger archangel.

"Brother, please," The sister, called Ruby, begged as she looked up to his brother with guilt.

"You have sinned. Crawling around with the four horsemen? Are you INSANE?" asks Michael.

"No, they just treat me like family! They help me even when others won't!" Ruby defends, earning a sarcastic laugh from her brother.

The sarcastic laugh turned into a serious tone within a matter of seconds.

"For the sake of the humans, and because you caused father to leave, I hereby banish you from Heaven. Guards will escort you out of here, and you shall not be seen here unless you wish to suffer from painful consequences," Michael says, with lack of emotion.

"Brother, please," Ruby said, looking down.

As the guardian angels inched their way closer to the female archangel, something in her snapped. Staying calm, she agreed to let the guards escort her out of Heaven.

Ruby and the guards made their way to the portal in which went to the human world, and she smiles.

"I am an archangel of mischief. I've trained all my life for this moment, do you think I am going to allow you to do this to me, brother?" Ruby attempted saying in her head but accidentally said out loud.

"Oy, keep yer mouth shut!" The large male guard says, growling and panting the whole time.

Using the dagger that she kept in her boot secretly, she grabs it, turns around and slits the man's throat. She smiled and watched as life slowly but surely drained away from the guardian angel's eyes.

The other guard, a smaller female, had some sort of gun held to the back of Ruby.

"Tut-tut," said an older sounding voice from the shadows. All of a sudden they heard a slight snap, and the female guard, noticed her arms getting ash-like, turned to dust within seconds.

The voice came out of the shadows, and it was revealed to be a grim, older man with very pale skin and carried a large silver scythe in his right hand.

"It's about time you betrayed these fools," He says and pricks the tip of the scythe with his finger.

"I knew you'd come in to save the day, Death," Ruby stuttered, smiling as the eldest horsemen leaned his scythe against the wall.

"Yes, because my brothers didn't believe that you'd be able to take down a couple of guardian angels on your own," Death says, finally picking up the shiny silver scythe.

"That's only because I'm behind on my training," Ruby groans, and earns a chuckle from the horsemen.

"Don't fret, child. You'll advance soon enough," says Death, as he gently grabs her shoulder.

"Now come, our brothers are waiting."

In a dark place, where no mortal has ever been, was a dark mansion. It was a dark brick-colored mansion with eerie metal fences and bones. Bones from angel's wings.

A barn sat next to the mansion, which held four stallions. The first stall held a very large, white stallion, the second stall held a very powerful and aggressive red-colored stallion. The third stall held a sickly-looking black stallion, with spots of manged fur all over it, to make it look diseased. The fourth, the tallest, yet slimmest of the stallions, was very quiet, and eerie. These stallions each belonged to a horseman.

In the very back of the barn, a younger, handsome-looking man sat. He admired his red stallion, as it reared continuously.

"Get your horse in order!" A sickly-looking man, with a runny nose, said as he walked up to his brother.

"Pestilence, you have no room to say anything about my stallion. Why look at your hideous pony," The handsome man says, and chuckles.

Pestilence shakes his head.

"You and your inconceivable narcissism, brother," The older brother says.

"War, Pestilence. Enough of that," The third brother says, coming out of the shadows.

Famine, the second oldest brother, was much like his older brother. Tall, skinny, and very sickly looking, He had zero patience for his brother's foolery, and cursed under his breath.

"He started it," War mumbled under his breath, and cursed as well.

"That does not matter. The point is that our brother and Ruby will be home soon," Famine told War, looking back up.

"Indeed," Pestilence agreed.

War rolled his eyes and walked over to pet his already angry stallion. The pet on the head seemed to calm him down a little, but he quickly returned to his angry state.

"Brother, get your stallion in line," Came in the familiar voice of the eldest horseman, Death. Closely following Death was the archangel, Ruby.

"Hello, princess," War says, winking at her.

War loudly cusses as he earns a slap across the back of his head from his older brother Famine.

After nodding a quick thank you to Famine, Ruby steps forward.

"Michael found out I was training with you guys. He banished me from Heaven," She admitted.

Looking down and rubbing his hands through his dark curly hair, War continues to cuss irritably.

"You mean you cost us our way of finding things out in heaven because you couldn't keep one little secret?!" snapped War. He made his way towards the archangel until Death stopped him abruptly.

"Brother, calm down. T'wasnt her fault. She was stabbed in the back," The eldest horsemen confirms.

Ruby looks at Death confusingly,

"We thought Lucifer was our biggest ally. He told Michael everything when he found out," Death admitted.

Ruby, eyes widened, exhaled heavily as she took in what the horseman said.

Lucifer, one of the few brothers that accepted Ruby, stabbed her in the back.

"I know, it's a lot to take in," Death murmurs gently, and pats her shoulder.

He makes his way to his skinny pale stallion and nudges its nose.

"We can always get revenge later, little one," Famine insists to Ruby, smiling with sympathy. 

"Yes, revenge," replies Ruby, but for some reason, she does not believe him. Focused on the empty stall next to Death's stallion, she pondered.

"Could I become a horsewoman?" asks Ruby suddenly.

Death, chuckling, goes to step in front of Ruby and hands her something wrapped in leather cloth.

"You have every intention to," he says.

When she opened the cloth, it was revealed to be a dark metal dagger, with black diamonds tracing the handle and engraved in the blade. There were Greek engravings on the blade, and the dagger itself was very sharp.

"We each have weaponry. Now it's time you start with your very own," Death says proudly, and lifts Ruby's chin.

"She has to have a horse to be a horsewoman," War snorts and shakes his head.

Earning a violent glare from Death, War continues until Ruby stands her ground by staring at him, face to face.

"You'll never be one of us, you feathered prick," War says, getting in her face.

Ruby, scowling, remains calm but delivers a hefty slap to War's left cheek.

"What the HELL?!" He yells out, grasping the side of his face. He looks to Ruby, who had already turned around and started towards the mansion.

Death smiles proudly, but War stares at the archangel, and murmurs, "That kid will get what she deserves."