Pain. Endless, brutal, just: that is what awaited whatever cursed being did this to my brothers and sisters. As I looked down at the broken, defiled vessel which once contained one of my closest friends, well he was technically was my brother but belonged to a different class. All that was left of him was the dark, broken shadow of his wings burned on the wet, filthy cobblestone of the dark alley.
I clicked my fingers and a pure, blinding, white light engulfed the corpse and it burned it till nothing remained except the shadow of the wings.
I looked round to check if there was anybody around and upon confirming that there was nobody, i disappeared with the faint sound of flapping wings.
i reappeared with the same calming flapping of wings in a miniscule, cramped changing room which reeked of multiple human's body odour. Opening the yellow wooden door with the sharp, rusted, bronze door handle, i stepped out in to the hallway of the P.E centre of his school. 'Great' i thought as i took a number of calculated yet unsteady steps towards the main building of the nearly derelict public school my vessel attended. I wasn't sure how I felt about this part of our deal but I'm an angel of my word. In my dazed like state, I bumped into a human child and sent him flying. Oh shit that's all I need right now, a dumbass kid ruining my deal and my day. I don't know where those human expletives came from, probably from the deepest remnants of my vessel's mind.
As i check the small child's injuries and are certain he will be fine, i apologise and turn round and saw a just below average height, slightly "overweight" by human society's standards with caramel skin with flaming ginger locks of hair that fell in ringlets complimenting her lovely skin and peircing, crystal blue eyes perfectly, girl running towards me.
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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.
