Broken Skies (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3: Dying in your arms

Chapter 3: Dying in your arms

There was no words to describe the feeling I had. I was angry, sad, upset and wanting to curse the ground I walked on because I was lying on the floor in my own house, built from my hands, dying with a wolf who calls me his mate.

I knew it had to be somewhat true after everything I felt but why would god allow me to be fated to a werewolf. Why would he finally allow me happiness now....when he lets his angels still in heaven destroy every bit of my life piece by piece. I wasn't sure if he was afraid of the havoc I could cause or if he simply enjoyed playing me like I was apart of a game. Maybe he wasn't even in control of his own children anymore.

My eyes kept their pattern of opening and closing, letting me get parts of my surroundings. The man that kept calling me his, laid next to me as he fought out the pain I felt. It was one of the curses of being mated to an angel or fallen. Even if you've never met in your lives, both will feel the pain if one dies and right now he was feeling something that could bring a god to it's knees.

I watched as his eyes never let me out of their sights as he stared at me with his bright blue eyes. Nothing could stop the pull I felt to him at the moment even as I was dying. He had brown hair that fell over his eyes as it was shorter on the sides and curly towards the top of his head. Never before had I seen a wolf or even man that looked so beautiful, that he could resemble an angel.

I had never in my whole life desired to be with someone, until now even though I had never even spoken a word to him. A warmth of fire pooled in my stomach as I tried to reach out to him, but I was weak, weaker then I have ever been in my whole entire existence. I didn't like this feeling, like my whole world was crashing down right in front of my eyes as I realized that this wolf in front of me may die because I couldn't stop a rogue from stabbing me with a weapon created centuries ago to kill the Fallen.

When Pure angels found out that the Fallen was out on Earth, surviving they were furious. We were disgraces that shouldn't even be able to breathe let alone have a strength that could be used against the Pure angels. So when they found out we were killing, even if most was for the good, they decided to take matters in their own hands, going against our fathers orders creating a weapon that could kill the Fallen.

It was indestructible; as the weapon didn't necessarily exist because it was a spell written in Angelic language. Once you knew the spell you had to find something from nature as it was one of gods most beautiful creations. After that you only had to turn the element of nature into a tool of death and say the spell into it, and the weapon would be called forth.

What I didn't understand was that when our father found out, he became so angered that he erased the spell from any beings mind but any creature who had killed a Fallen no matter if it was angel or not was killed for destroying his children, even if he thought the ones murdered to be dangerous and evil. As time continued though he realized some Fallen were crazed, especially from the fall to earth, and chose and even created more angels who would carry the secret of the weapon made to kill his children. Those warriors became known as the archangels who were gifted by god with more power to protect the innocent.

 Before I fell I was known as the last archangel and the daughter to Michael, Aeglaeca, but now I'm merely a warrior that fell into the depths of sin and on the receiving end of earning the pain I deserve. But what I didn't know is that in all this mess I would be dragging in a wolf that I was destined to love. Something that is emotionally impossible for me now that I don't know the meaning of it. Its something that us archangels were rarely aloud to feel as we had to be the perfect solider and follow orders no matter what the task was.