Angel of Death

Prologue

     A little girl ran down the street, tears streaming down her face. A figure followed her silently, seeming to go in and out of shadows. He smiled cruelly as the girl stumbled and fell, walking up he let out a small chuckle. It radiated out fear, it all hitting the girl wave after wave. She thought of her worst fears, each thought worse than the last. 

     "What a poor innocent girl, why would you run from me?" The man asked raising his hand, claws growing out of his fingers. His arm was smoking, shadows rolling off of it like a cloak. He brought his arm down giving a roar of furry. The girl screamed, but the claw never hit her. She looked up and saw the man looking at where his arm used to be, the end of the stump secreting smoke like it was blood.

     "Wretched demon." Someone said behind the girl. She turned and saw a teen, a gleaming sword in his hand, pitch black wings sprouting from his back. He wore a leather jacket, the shoulders cupped with armor. A chain hung from his waist, holding a sheath. The man gave a slight smile, his arm growing back with inhuman speed. Claws grew from the freshly grown arm, longer and sharper. The man growled and swung his arms with incredible speed, but the teen easily blocked each shot with his sword. The demon let out a growl. 

      "You damn reaper!" He charged in, claws glowing red, his teeth bared and a trail of shadows following him. The teen rushed forward, ducking under the claws and slicing clean through the man. Upon hitting the ground, the body dispersed and turned into ash, the teen kicking it for good measure. His wings folded into his back, forming two wings on the back of his leather jacket. He put his sword into its sheath and it started to melt into the chain. The girl gasped. 

      "Are you one of the angels that my mother always talks about." She asked, her eyes twinkling. He smiled softly, walking up to her. He waved his hand in front of her face, she collapsed into his arms. He sighed as he picked her up, taking her back home.

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    The teen walked up the steps of a small apartment building, he could faintly hear the sound of a busy city behind him. He knocked on the door, after a few moments, a woman answered, joy evident on her face.

     "Thank god, you found her." She nearly yelled taking the girl in her arms, "That man was.."

     "It was nothing Mrs. Kingsly, the man won't be a problem now. He just wanted to give your daughter this." The teen produced a blue bracelet, the woman gasped as her eyes glazed over.

     "He had it? We lost this weeks ago."

     "He only wanted to return it." The little girl shifted in her sleep, "I believe that Emily is having a nightmare, so we might want to get her to bed."

     "Thank you, Colm." The teen gave a small smile and walked off, the door silently closing behind him. He whistled as he swung his arms, he then seemingly disappeared into nothing, the mother remembering nothing of him.