Fallen

Prologue

Now, for those of you at a younger age, this story has mature content, such as: blood, violence, tobacco use, and gore.

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Month: December

Day: 31st

Year: 2018 A.R. (After Rebirth)

Time: 7:23 P.M.

Location: Tokyo, Japan

Colorful lights speckled the city. Eco-friendly cars hummed by in the streets. The sidewalks were lightly occupied by pedestrians.

A soon-to-be fourteen year old girl with long, midnight black hair and beautiful, crystalline, diamond white eyes, that any man could get lost in, walked by shops and cafés, peering inside to see people enjoying their time. She wrapped her arms around herself in her black winter jacket. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She took it out and saw the screen say, "Incoming call from Dad."

She slid the lock and placed her ear against the screen.

"Happy Fourteenth Birthday Kiyomi!" her dad quietly shouted.

"Dad, we both know I'm very literal about time," Kiyomi answered, grinning, "I'm not fourteen for the next four hours and thirty-seven minutes."

"That's not going to stop me from loving you!" the parent replied.

She smiled, showing her pearly white teeth, then said, "Shouldn't you be working?"

"Actually, I just started wrapping up," the father responded, "Maybe, once we meet up at the apartment, I can take you to your favorite cafe and we can celebrate there. How does that sound?"

There was no response.

"Kiyomi?"

Four men dragged the struggling girl into an alleyway, one covering her mouth with their hand to keep her from screaming.

"Are you sure it's her?" one asked another, his voice sounded oddly non-human.

"She matches the description, of course it's her," the other replied.

"That's what you said about the last one, dumbass," the third hissed, "If this isn't her, I'm gonna erase you."

"Just get out the sacrificial knife," the fourth demanded, "I'm dying to know what fallen angel blood tastes like."

Kiyomi frantically attempted swinging her arms to get loose, only to have them tighten their grip on her. Their strength was unnatural. It felt as if her bones would snap if they gripped any tighter.

She looked at their eyes in a desperate attempt to make them feel pity. She only became horrified to see all four men had glowing (literally), orange, fiery eyes with blackened veins spidering out of them.

The first man pulled out a black knife with runes etched into the blade. As it got closer to the girl's skin, the runes began to burn and glow.

"Oh, it's her," the first said, venomously.

"Just hurry up and kill her," the third said, "I'm starving."