Fallen Angels

Fallen

I fell. Not a petty fall, but a fall of the angels. My wings grew heavy and I plummeted to the earth, unable to flap my wings. I was desperate to catch myself, to be free of the feeling of having lost control.

Fear was new to me. I feared for my life. I didn't want to die. I lifted my arms up to my face, shielding it from whatever would come.

A scream followed me down and I realized it was me. I was screaming. It wasn't angelic, but I couldn't stop. I was scared.

Arms caught me, hugging me close to them. All I saw was darkness. I struggled, trying to move my face away so I could see. A breath escaped me. "Lucifer."

He drug me down, holding my wings close to my body, so I couldn't hit him with them. My hair whipped my face, catching in my eyes. I clawed at him, trying to find purchase in his flesh. If I could make him bleed then perhaps he would let go.

The wind whistled around us as we plummeted. I tried biting his shoulder. He would drag me down to hell if I didn't do something.

Green entered my vision. I was running out of time. Blood coursed through me like a ravine. Dizziness encompassed me. Please, let me escape.

The ground opened as we drew nearer, revealing a grey rock flooring. It looked as though we were about to enter a clay bowl. He put out his wings to cushion the fall. We lurched in the air for a moment before he let go, dropping me down.

I tried to move my wings, desperate to catch myself before I was trapped in his prison. They refused to comply, hanging limply behind me. I looked up at the sky. This would perhaps be the last time I saw the light of day.

My body hit the ground, smacking weakly off the stone. Pain exploded in my wings and back. A screech left me. White blood surrounded me, pooling from my wings. Sobs choked me. My wings.

Lucifer landed beside me, grabbing me by my arm and dragging me deeper into the rock room as the ground closed above us. The stone moved as he approached it, revealing a soft pink bedroom. It looked like a child's room, despite the cold grey walls.

He tossed me into the room before leaving, the walls closing around after he stepped away. Streaks of white had followed me from when he had dragged me. I banged on the walls with my fists, choking for air. It felt as though the walls were moving in on me.

I'd never been on earth before. It seemed too claustrophobic for my liking. I preferred the wide open skies were I could fly free and aimlessly, content to just exist, but now I'm trapped in a cage. I slid down the wall, hugging my knees close to my chest. Tears streamed down my face.

After a few minutes, I looked up, taking in a mirror. Terror choked me. I immediately cast my gaze away. Angels aren't supposed to know what they look like. If they know then they could become vain which isn't a very holy trait. Vanity had already cast out many angels and I'd be damned if I became one of them.

Keeping my gaze on the ground, I rose to my feet, glancing over my shoulder to see the carnage left of my wings. Feathers were missing and the pristine white was now a darker shade of white. Not a grey, but the blood had stained them.

Cupping my face in my hands, I cried, sinking down to my knees. My shoulders shook weakly. I crawled to the bed, laying on my stomach to not hurt the fragile state I was already in. My tears wet the pillow.

I trembled, shock leaving me and intense pain overcoming me. I shouted in agony. My breath left me and, against my best efforts, I slept.