Fallen Love

Prologue

0.1 Zuriel

The name 'Emma Whitestone' resonated within my head as I held on to the golden cloud that transported His words. My mission was clear. The guardian angels around me and I knew that whatever was going to happen, was going to need more than the life's of the previous twenty four fallen guardians, that this girl had become a higher priority, high enough for I, an archangel, to be in charge of her safety. He would not tell us why this girl was so important, and not even the guardians of knowledge knew the answer to this mystery.
-Zuriel!- the voice of the only other archangel within Heaven, my friend, was loud and clear, I did not have the time to turn before I was tackled from behind by the over excited angel.
-News travels fast for you to be here already, weren't you with the guardians of knowledge, at the library?- I pointed out as I regained my posture and straightened my wings.
-But brother, I travel even faster than His voice- he moved in front of me and his usual playful aura shifted to a more serious one -I was wondering when He would not let any more of our little brothers die to protect her life and fate, but I worry as to why he chose you, you have not had a job in...- I could see how he struggled to recall the time before his last battle.
-Five decades- I simply stated.
-You are out of shape, I do not wish to see you fall like those before you. I've list enough brothers already- one could easily read the worry and sadness that his features showed and I could not help but feel guilt towards leaving him here. But contrary to what he said, he was the one that was out of shape after the battle that took the life of our brothers -but I must admit I am glad you were given a human to protect, you must believe yourself to be in luck, as you were bored during the last decade, only being able to watch as others did their own work. I suppose that it did not help that your old friend, one of the guardian angels, left two decades ago to protect a human within Ilford.- He said and with the way his mouth was twitching, I assumed there was more that he wanted to say before I departed -I hope to see you before this century ends, or that you are able to let her go when the time comes, I do not wish to see the sadness within your eyes again.- I merely nodded and gave a quick handshake. I started heading to the gate that would bring me to the world of the humans, the world with oceans and mountains, air and earth, fire and water, life and death. A world to which I longed to return to and yet feared to lay my eyes upon it again.

0.2. Damon

For someone like me to be reduced to this was simply pathetic and unheard of by almost all of creation. I, nor my comrades, have ever been treated this way by those with a lower rank than our own. Until this point in time, we had been feared by those below and above, and I was the most feared soldier of the few of us that held the position of being a second class warrior. 
And yet here I was, running as fast as I could while my tail rapidly swished behind me, as the rain drops soaked into my clothing and rolled down my face, and as I simply kept an eye open for any possible threats from those which the humans would call mythical creatures. There was no way for me to know which of all the races would be after the bounty that is on my head, and that made every single encounter with any single being so nerve-wrecking. 
The city lights combined with the rain gave London a spectacular air. The few people that would roam around were walking beneath structures or went around with umbrellas of various shapes and colours, and a few, just like me, were running to find shelter, but unlike me, were only trying to hide from the rain. 
Once I arrived at the outskirts of the city I ran into the first side street that I saw and went up to the dead end before sitting down in the only corner without a puddle. The end of my long black trench coat got soaked just like my military black boots, my metal feathers wings clashed and screeched loudly against the wall every time I moved, my black, red arrow tipped, tail was uncomfortable to sit on, my eyesight allowed me to see clearly within this dark corner of the city, to see all the fine details of what was on the opposite side of the street without any type of issues. I could fly to any part of the world, observe the beauty that this part of the world withheld, I had fought for those of my kind for centuries and yet, for all that I am, nothing mattered any more. I was being persecuted by, what some would say, my own family.  
I put my messenger bag next to me and slowly started unbuttoning my coat, I hesitantly reached into the inside pocket closest to where my heart is, and as the tips of my fingers touched the glass vial I stopped. I had to be sure, I had to think this through. I had no choice, no time. I stared at my hand for a few instants before I decisively took the vial, threw the top off and drank the mysterious contents.   
I heard her soft voice one last time as her echoed words uttered an incantation that slowly lulled me into deep slumber.