The Fallen: The Devil's story

The fall

He was falling as he saw his wings burning away, turning into ashes, it was all his own doing, he brought this upon himself. He lost his glory, his place, his power, all of it, gone for his disobedience and disloyalty to the one and only command he received. After falling for what seemed a long time it all went black.

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He woke up looking at his hands and body that have seem to change and turn into a human-being's, he crawled to the lake within the dark and thick forest. he looked into the water and noticed that his horns have disappeared and he now has the eyes of a lost soul.

Looking at the sky as he was on his knees and started whispering: "You will not get rid of me that easily." He struggled to stand up, when he finally did he barely kept his balance, feeling all his body failing to move. He falls to his knees when he tried to walk away from the lake.

Starting to remember actions, names, and many other things, his memories were very fuzzy after the fall. He tried so hard to remember his name but it was as if he never had such a thing. He finally started feeling that he could walk using the trees around him to gain his balance.

Walking to the nearest source of light, he stumbled upon a small hut within the forest that looked somewhat left in ruins. He walked towards the door when a young woman busted through the door with a shotgun pointing it at him and shouting: "LEAVE!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THIS PART OF THE FORREST?" pointing the gun with her hands shivering from what seemed to be fear. He could barely say the words "I'm lost" as his body lost all its energy and collapsed on the ground.

He woke up to find himself on a chair with some clothes on him, what looked like a white shirt, a leather jacket, a pair of jeans and black boots. He tried to leave the chair but his hands were tied to the armrests, his waist to the chair itself and his legs tied together. He started looking around and scanning the place and realized he was inside the hut, before he could even turn his head to the left he felt the shotgun's cold muzzle on his neck.

Panicked, he started a fire in his left fist burning the ropes on his arm, moving his head to the left as he felt the trigger being pulled. Seeing the huge hole the shot gun caused in the wall he started taking off the other ropes around his waist and legs, quickly turning around, holding the shotgun's muzzle with his left hand till it melted shut into one single piece.

The woman started walking backwards in fear and fell over her table and crawled back till she hit the wall as he was walking towards her. He could barely speak with his dry mouth and slowly started asking: "Where am I?" The woman with her eyes full of fear and disbelief struggled to say: "Ma... Man.. Manchester." He looked at her as he slowly bent down to look at her with eyes full of death.

He stood up and reached trying to give her his hand and help her stand up, he saw the fear slowly fading, but the disbelief was still hugely present. He looked her in the eye but this time with a look of concern and sincerity, she slowly started reaching out her hand to hold his.

As she tried to hold his hand he reached behind her back and his other arm under her legs and picked her up, she was shocked and thought that he would harm her, but he gently placed her on a sofa that looked like a mess, ripped, stain marks, and half chewed up. She looked at him with such disbelief and fear that she passed out as soon as she hit the sofa.