The Fallen Angel Rises

Chapter 1: Rebirth

All the chaos started on Earth when the Fallen Angels have crawled out of the depths of Hell and ravaged the lives out of the helpless humans and animals on the planet. That's what a few years in Hell will do to you, I suppose. My name is Dalton, and I am a Fallen Angel. And I'm seeking revenge. Not on the humans or animals, like the others, but I seek revenge to kill God, and Jesus along with him. My journey begins here.

I am flying around just as soon as I crawl out of the depths of Hell. The wind blows in my hair as it is pushed past my face. My skinny jeans keep my legs from getting cold at the breeze of the wind. My leather jacket feels comfortable, although it doesn't feel as if I had worn it before. To be honest, I don't even know who I am anymore. I remember my past, I remember being almost one of the nicest guys that my friends have ever met. But now... now I just don't know anymore. My black angel wings flap as I'm flying through the air. Flap. Flap. Flap...
Then it hit me.
A bullet pierces through my wing and I scream out in agony as I struggle to keep flying the direction I'm going, but another gunshot goes off and all I know is that I'm hurdling towards the ground. As I'm falling, I scream in fear of dying when I hit the ground. I feel my wings burning as I fall down faster. When I am about to hit the ground, I see that I am heading right for a tree. The tree hits me dead on in the face as I smack into a branch, my nose breaking against it as blood pours from my lips and nose. Then, I land on the ground. I can see stars. Maybe even darkness. I don't know what I see. It's so dark. So blurry. But just then, I realize that I am face to face with Satan himself. He picks me up by the collar of my jacket, and he says to me in his demonic voice, "Dalton, you cannot simply escape Hell, with no strings attached. My demons are capturing all the other fallen angels. I'm bringing you back myself." I struggle a little in his grasp as I desperately try to get out, but he just laughs. I see a pointy branch sticking out from the tree and suddenly grab Satan's head, slamming his face against the branch as it pierces his skull. Satan screams out in pain and anger as he tries to get the branch out. He lets go of me. As soon as he lets go of me, I burst off into a full sprint through the woods, hoping to lose him.
And eventually I do. For now.