*??? POV*
I wasn't looking forward to heading home to the underworld again, as usual my mother would probably ask a million things of me and my little sister would act like an annoying twit. My sister really is a demon, well, I am too but that's besides the point.
I was taking my usual midnight flight as norm to clear my mind of all the torturing I committed a few hours prior to the damned mortal souls stuck in hell. When suddenly I saw a pair of white wings shoot to the ground, the body then lay unmoving a few meters beneath me.
"Angel." I spat with venom while I flapped my black wings in mid air. But I felt a wave of curiosity to get a closer inspection upon the heavenly being.
Cautiously I landed a few feet away from it. Kneeling down, I stared at the woman's pale features. Long pale blue hair hid her face my vision and pooled around her head like a snowy halo. Her wings sprawled out awkwardly as she passed out cold on the ground. A white dress scraped and battered flown to her mid thighs.
I looked over left and right with my sea green orbs to see if she had anyone with her, I spotted no soul in sight. Staring straight up, I found my answer.
"She must've fallen." I muttered to no one in particular. I sighed in frustration, I was about to do something stupid. So very stupid.
Scooping the small soul in my arms, I spread my wings and started my journey home to the underworld.
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Fly Away
ParanormalShe simply wanted to be like everyone else. They all could spread their wings and glide in the warm glow of heaven with ease. But what happens when her wings bring her to the gates of hell? I guess not all of us are meant to soar
