The Fallen Angel

Cassiel's POV

I was falling. Falling from so high in the sky. It didn't hurt. Of course not. I had my grace intact still.

But it was humiliating. A pain in a different way; an emotion, something I'm unfamiliar with.

I could hear the wind rushing, screaming, crying into my ears and causing my hair to cover my face. I couldn't think, only feel with my senses.

Loud, cold, lonely, humiliation, noisy, clothes flapping about. That was all that existed in that moment.

That is, until I hit the Pacific Ocean going thousands of kilometres per hour.

I felt myself plunge deep into the ocean. So deep I was afraid the pressure would greatly harm my vessel, Joey.

He was already harmed. I could hear all his bones shatter at the impact and stick out of his body. He was bleeding internally and had ample brain damage.

Nothing I couldn't fix, however.

But it was annoying to hear him inside of me, screaming in agony and dying. He needed to be fixed. We do not use dead vessels.

I took us out to Montreal and healed him on the way.

I groaned. His clothes were torn and needed replacement as well.

No money was on me, so I had to take clothes from a store quickly and change.

Is Montreal a good place to stay for now? I won't be here long.

I looked up to see a young woman staring at me.

She blushed and walked up to me.

"Bonjour, Monsieur. vous êtes très beau, quel est votre nom? Je m'appelle Ellyn."

She blushed again.

"Bonjour. Je m'appelle Cassiel, mais je suis occupé. Au revoir."

"Attendez, je peux te voir un jour?" She called out as I turned away.

I growled, annoyed with this human.

"Non."

And I left Montreal. I won't like this city.