When Angels and Demons Collide

Chapter 1

I hate to admit it but, Heaven is boring. You're not even allowed to read anything unless it's the bible, and I don't feel like reading that for the 1108th time. Yes, I counted.  They took away my memories of how I died, so I can't even ponder life. Up here, you can't feel pain, or sadness, or worry, only happiness and love, bleh. And truth be told, I'm not very happy or in love. 

 I was told that I'll always be happy here, that I'm safe, protected.  I was also told that I was different, I was...strange.  Normal angels have plain, stark white wings; I had a very light white, like the clouds, almost transparent, that and I had golden flecks in my feathers. I found them beautiful, others found them odd and unnatural.  Another peculiarity of mine was that I was pale, with hair as dark as the night and eyes the color of honey.  Normal angels had lighter hair, most dark haired people had their hair change color when they stepped through the gates, and their skin became the perfect shade of tan. Most people's eyes changed color as well. Now that I found odd, why change everyone's appearance to look the same? Maybe because everyone is supposed to be equal? I have no idea.  

I would usually spend my time sitting in the clouds or in the gardens, sometimes I would talk to a few of my friends up here.  I admit, it's beautiful up here, absolutely beautiful, but I tire of the beauty, the perfectness of everything. Sighing, I stand up from the clouds and fly back into the city. The city here is amazing, and you never have to worry about walking around at night, there are no bad people up here. 

Waking around quietly I just observe everything, occasionally saying a polite "Hello" to those who pass me. Normal day....normal people....normal life after death. 

Suddenly, the clouds started turning dark. Looking, at the center of the darkness curiously I saw what looked like angels flying out of the dark clouds. Confused, I flew towards where the darkest point was, I don't know why but I felt drawn to it. Everyone else was either running away or locking down their houses, scared. I kept flying, fighting against the wind, I couldn't help it, I couldn't stop, I had  to see what was going on. My curiosity will be my downfall someday. 

When I finally got close enough to clearly see what was going on I was shocked. Quickly, I dropped into the clouds to hide myself. There, at the center of the dark clouds, were the warrior angels fighting off the Dark Ones.   The dark ones were demons, sent up from Hell, I've heard countless stories about them but have never seen one in person. They look like shadows, wielding large an obviously sharp swords. I watched the fight in awe, I was fascinated. That is, until an angel fighting a dark one got too close.

I hadn't even seen the sword fly through the air, I had only seen the warrior move out of its deadly path. I didn't see it, on account of how fast it was, but I definitely felt it. I froze as I looked down upon my beautiful wing, it now having a black sword skewering it. I felt sick seeing all of the blood, and the pain, oh goodness the pain! The feeling is so foreign, I thought angels couldn't feel pain! I was screaming, the shrill noise finally reached my ears and I watched as the warrior rush to my side.

 I had fallen on my back in the clouds, my wing pinned to the clouds behind me. The warrior tried to grab the sword and pull it out of my wing but he had been burnt by even the slightest touch. Of course, the sword was made out of iron, it had the same effect to angels as silver did to werewolves, if not worse. It burnt us, weakens us, it hurt us unlike other metals, it can even kill us. The only way to get that sword out of my wing was if the lord himself came and took it out. And he won't.  I know what will happen If that sword is not removed, it will weigh me down, and I will continue to be weighed down until I hit solid ground, in the human world. This, is one of the ways of how fallen angels are created. 

  I soon stopped screaming; the tears, however still streamed down my face in rivers. The warrior sat next to me, trying to comfort me, but I knew he was helpless to do anything for me. I smiled sadly at him, my expression pain-filled.  "Maybe he'll come." I whisper to him, maybe God will come and save me. 

Soon enough, I started to feel myself sink into the clouds and I began to panic, trying to hold onto the warrior.  "No! Please, you have to help me! I don't want to fall!" I began to sob, "Please," I whisper to him, "I don't want to fall." My voice gets softer as I feel myself sink deeper. 

"Hold on! I won't let go!" He says to me, tears falling from his own eyes, he knows it is no use. I'm going to fall, and neither of us could prevent it. "I'm sorry." He whispers as his grip starts to weaken and slip.

I look up at him, most of the clouds have enveloped me now, the tears don't stop and I hiccup as I completely slip from his grip. "No!" I yell desperately as I fall through the clouds and through the sky. I hopelessly grab for nothing but air as the sword drags me down. 

 I know I've fallen into the human realm when I feel my pain increase ten fold. My breath is knocked out of me and my vision goes blurry. Desperately  I flap my uninjured wing to try to slow down the rate at which I'm falling and it works for the most part. Looking towards the ground to see that I'm going to fall into a forest, I brace myself for the impact of the trees as best I can. The branches and twigs scratch and bruise me badly as I fall through them, I can feel the sword slice further into my wing on my ungraceful decent. Pain takes over my mind and body as I become too weak to care. Eventually I land on the ground with a hard thud, the wind getting knocked out of my lungs and the sword in my wing plunging into the soil. 

Alive, but badly injured, without treatment I will soon die. Under normal circumstances, I would've removed the sword and my wing would've healed on its own. However, the sword is iron, which hinders my healing abilities as useless, and I am far too weak to even keep my eyes open, let alone try to remove the sword.  It is hopeless. So I lay here, my eyes closed, my breathing ragged, my wings helpless under me and injured, just waiting for death to come.  The thing about angels is, that once I die, there is no coming back. Maybe it would've been different if I was still in Heaven, but since I have fallen things are different. 

 For endless minutes I lay there, slowly breathing, accepting the inevitableness of my impending death. Just as my last tear streams down my cheek, I hear a twig snapping under someone's foot. 

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Well, that's the first chapter. Yea, it kinda sucks but I didn't really know how to start the transition from heaven to the human world, I had a few ideas flying around but I just went with this one. This chapter was just supposed to give you a bit of background information so yea, its definitely not my best.  I can say that the next chapter should be better, and if any of you have constructive criticism I'd love to hear it.  Thanks, 

Cali <3