His ears and people screamed. He could smell the oil and catastrophic injuries he and his family (his precious mother and sister) had sustained. He looked towards his beloved family and saw that they were lifeless he felt a pain; not the pain from the horrific injuries but at the sight in front of him. It was his fault. it was HIM that wanted to die; not THEM. All of sudden there was this deafening, screeching, ethereal noise that he ,strangely, could make out an disembodied voice say to him "Would you like your family to live again? I can make that happen; all i ask in return is to possess your body for a while. Do you consent?". As he agreed to offer the voice made, he saw a sparkling,blinding blue smokey light come towards him from the sky and it entered him and nested deep in his body. His eyes and life went blank as it hollowed out his body.
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The Tales Of An Fallen Archangel
FantasyAn Archangel goes to a school to investigate the disappearance of many of his younger angel brethren but finds more than he expected. Extreme violence.
