prologue

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Yes, I know the cover is Alex pettifer being Jace Hernolde, but he is fine and this is what I envision the angel to be like....






I didn't really believe in the paranormal. Not really anything on the lines of that. I believed there was a God, and that he created us, but I was never really religious. I have prayed before in the times where I was at my lowest, but I always wondered if my prayers were heard. I used to think angels would deliver my prayers to God. I thought angels were beautiful woman with nothing but serenity and kindness in there heart.

I was wrong.

Not all angels were 100% good. Not all of them were girls. I found that out. The angel I came to know was rude most times. All though he rarely spoke, it was his actions that made me realize who he was. He had a temper and didn't liked it when I thought bad thoughts. He'd always glare at me or burn me, which was a pretty dick move if you ask me. He made sure I thought good thoughts and did good things. I never knew why, he just did.
It wasn't always like this. I never even knew him until the day I died. Well not really. But I was close. He was there for some reason, and when he saw me dying, he saved me for some reason. I thought it was blessing. That it meant I was destined to do some thing important.

Boy was I wrong.

He saved me for one purpose and one purpose only

So I could die.

I know, it sounds stupid that the reason he saved me from dying was so I could die. But let me put it this way.

He wanted me to die. But he wanted me to die for him.

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