JANE.

Chapter 1: The Fallen

A/N: Hi, thank you so much for clicking on this story! I know that it starts off with a lot of background information but bear with me, there is a lot more to come! Also, it does switch from Jane and Liam's POV a lot but bear with me, boo.

Dear Diary,

I found content in sin.

In an odd, peculiar way, it brought me joy and comfort. Staring into the eyes of Liam Creed is how I would imagine staring into the eyes of the devil - or sin itself would feel like. It felt like melted ice cream on a hot summer day and getting stabbed in the heart all at once.

I still have nightmares, and for some strange reason, I'm okay with it all.

Sincerely,

Jane.

The devil himself got kicked out of heaven for hating the humans; God's favorites. The ones he forgives to extreme measure and love without a doubt. He used to be God's favorite - the devil I mean before God created the sinful accustomed, nefarious beings he called family.

That he called his children.

It was a foul thing called jealousy that corrupted the devil into something vile, and dangerous.

They tell me all the time that he used to be so beautiful. With dark black wings, and sparkling green eyes. He never understood the inattentive fondness God had for the ones who stood below us; who killed and stole and spat in his name.

When they were created, he became desolate, and the angles of the Lord turned their backs on him in shame.

So he, and many others were kicked out of the heavens, doomed to become the very thing they hated.

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MALAKAI

Falling from the sky hurt like hell - and Malakai would know because he's been there several times.

It felt serene, a feeling he could never describe because he had nothing to compare it to.

He opened his eyes and counted the stars for the first time not feeling restricted or weighed down by guilt and regulation. He smiled faintly, thinking to himself ironically, how falling from heaven felt like the free-est thing he's ever done.

The landing still hurts like a bitch.

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He doesn't know exactly what his punishment is, or if falling was the punishment, but it's not like he had time to ask God before he got knocked out flat on his ass.

It feels weird standing firmly on the ground.

He can feel every obsequence object floating around him; from the gravity holding him down, to the radiation of the sun. He can feel everything and nothing at all.

It's too easy. Way too easy for him to just fall and live among the humans peacefully. If there's anything he's learned from being an angel, it was that punishment was thought out carefully, like calculated destruction. He can hear a lot of different sounds - there, a baby's crying, and there's a train that just stopped, oh, and a man's yelling at what seems to be a yellow car that's written on with the word taxi.

He looks up at the city and stumbles before he notices a man glare at him, "Watch where you're going, dick."

He didn't feel the shove and that's when he realizes that he doesn't feel anything, didn't feel when two more people after that bumped into him, didn't feel the rain - these small drops of what seems to be water, fall against his hair, his face.