Daughter of death

Chapter one: protagonist

~Authors note!~ Hi. Before you continue I would just like to warn you this story chapter incudes guns, mention of alcohol, and murder. If any of those themes make you uncomfortable maybe check out a different story. I have a few on my account that might interest you a bit more. Please enjoy. :)

The old room was cold and dark. I could hear a few cries coming from the other rooms along the hall. Some of them were for joy to learn the ones they loved would be ok, others for loss. I never thought I would be one of those cries. After all I've seen so many people in that venerable position, but I never thought I'd be like that. Yet here I was, crying my eyes out like an idiot. The near by hospital equipment beeped slowly, almost if to pity me in my sorry state. I hadn't slept in a while, nor had I even left her side.

I hated seeing her like this, I hated seeing myself like this. I'm tough and independent, but here I am at my weakest point. Balling my eyes out for her. I wish she was someone normally but she wasn't, I was crying fir the daughter of death herself.

~~Two months earlier~~

Beep,

BEEP,

BEEP!

Aug is it morning already.

I groggily opened my eye and narrowed them down onto the alarm clock was beating repeatedly, and quite annoying. It was reminding me that it was time to get up before I was late, again.

"Aug-" I moaned as I rolled over to press down the snooze button on my alarm clock to make the aggravating noise stop.

It took me a couple of tires before I finally pushed the button making the room fall back into silence.

Note-to-self Wendy Power is not a morning person.

I sleepily got up and started running around my apartment trying to get all my stuff ready, this wasn't anything new though. Just the life of a 27-year old living in New York I guess.

I wandered into the hallway while trying to get my shirt to stay tucked in when I spotted my degree hang on the wall. I graduated top of my class in law school and my plan was to become a lawyer. Instead I ended up going with my current job, I have no regrets.

I adjusted the frame the price of paper was hanging in. It's strange that so much work and sleepless nights are represented by a single piece of paper.

I smiled at the frame before continuing to scramble around the house.

I finally reached the door with all of my stuff and quickly shoved all of my items into the   Bag and sung it onto my shoulder. It was my favourite bag because it looked quite normal, but if you look closely you can see "police" written in small lettering at the bottom.

I work for the FBI. I mainly deal with strange and unnatural things. Recently I've mainly been dealing with angels and devils. They've been at war for as long as anyone can remember and they tend to get humans involved by accident sometimes.

We were once at war with them along with all the other creatures. sadly most of them went extinct, and we realized angels and devils are a little out of our league. We could take them out but it would be a loss on both sides.