Mercy: Noah Sebastian x Fallen Angel! OFC x Lucifer!Andy Biersack[AU]

Chapter Three

LETHIA

I sat in the darkness of the old building with a scatter of books in front of me and a face of pure rage. These texts were all wrong, they had to be. There was absolutely no way that Lucifer was the evil that this bible talked about. He never tempted anyone into any sin. He was valued in the Kingdom and so many other angels turned to him in times of despair; me included.

Kicking the bible away with my boot, I turned to the next book and perched it on my lap.

The Book of Enoch.

Watchers. Nephilim. The fall of angels.

All of those words replayed in my brain as I read through the book for what seemed like the third time, searching for an answer I subconsciously knew wasn't there.

"The Grigori, who with their prince Satanail rejected the Lord of light," I read the words out loud, my wavering voice echoing into the large space.

Slamming the book shut, I tossed it back into the pile with the others and quickly rose to my feet, done with my studying for the day. Ever since I thought I saw Lucifer, I spent the last handful of days searching all over the world for the books at my feet but could only search in the darkness of the night so as not to risk mortals seeing me.

I tried dream walking to find where Lucifer had ended up but only found myself walking into a dream of someone who wasn't familiar. The only scene in front of me was a vast field of green overtaken by bloodshed and soot from what some may thought came from the burning woods behind me.

Although, I knew it wasn't soot that covered the ground at my feet. It was something not many mortals saw quite often.

Angel dust.

It was only ever left behind after an intense battle, their energy staying behind in a variety of ways; most of the time in angel dust.

However, the destruction from the battle and angel dust weren't what made my stomach twist in knots. It was the crumbled body that lay at my feet, blood pouring from a gash in his neck but I couldn't see his face due to his long locks of hair covering it. The crow that seemed to follow me everywhere pecking away at the open wound on the man's chest.

I ran a hand through my hair, the black locks not as shocking as the first night after my fall, and slipped on my jacket. It was worn from me spending the last few nights flying from other ends of the earth and two large slits in the back from where my wings extended from my back. The old building I'd been hiding away in since my fall almost two weeks ago was slowly becoming my home. I didn't have a bed since angels didn't need to sleep. We could, if we wanted to, however, I never felt the need to.

There was no food since, like sleep, angels didn't need to eat. Although I did indulge in some sweets now and then from the bakery across the street, I didn't feel the need to sit and have a meal.

The one thing, however, I did need was a shower but unfortunately, this abandoned building did not have running water. Which meant late in the evenings, I found myself bathing in the ocean; the salt water helped maintain the life and color of my wings.

Dreaded black wings.

With a long sigh, I stepped out into the night California air to head back to the bookstore that was around the block. Among the intellectual texts I've picked up, I've also begun reading up on psychology and philosophy just as a way to pass the time.

"Hello, Lethia! I was hoping you'd stop by tonight," Greg, the older gentleman behind the bookstore counter, smiled at me.

I raised a playful brow. "I told you I would. You promised you'd have something for me."