You woke to the smell of something savory in the air. You sat up, careful of your wing. It was feeling better but still hurt. Soon, the man from before walked in with two plates. He gave you one, sitting by you.
"Morning. I made breakfast. I hope you like it." He said and started to eat. You looked. It was eggs and bacon. You started to eat, feeling a warmth in your body. You smiled, finishing the plate. He took it after he finished.
"Thank you." You said. He smiled, leaving into the room from before. You stood, following him, your wing now folding with little pain. You saw a kitchen and he was doing dishes.
"Um, sir. Thank you for everything. I will be leaving soon." You said. He turned once you started to talk.
"Leave? But you're still healing and my names Mark, not sir." He said with a small laugh. You looked down.
"Mark, I can't stay here. I must go and find a way to communicate with heaven. Maybe I can go back." You said. Mark sighed.
"OK but let me help. Will a church work? I can drive." He said. You smiled and nodded. He smiled back, drying his hand before grabbing some keys.
"My cars outside, let's go." He said. You followed, getting in was hard with your wings, but you managed. He drove to a church. It was beautiful, made of all stone. He helped you out and you walked in. It was empty expected for one person, a priest. Once his eyes landed on you, he stopped dead in his tracks, mouth open.
"A-an angel?" He asked. You nodded. It was not unheard of for priests to see angels. He walked up, kneeing in fount of you, saying prayers.
"Father, please. I must speak with god." You said. He stood, nodding and lead you to a bench. You sat, Mark sitting by you and you closed your eyes, feeling weightless.
"(y/n)?" You heard. You opened your eyes. Seeing God.
"Sir." You asked, bowing before you stood.
"What happened?" He asked. You explained about being pushed.
"It was what I feared, you have become a fallen angel." He said. You looked down.
"Then why do I have my wings still?" You asked. He looked at you, lifting your head so you could look at him.
"You still have them?" He asked. You nodded. He looked worried.
"It's much worse then I feared. While you are not a fallen angel, you have been marked, claimed." He said.
"Claimed me? By who? How?" You asked. He looked sad.
"By a demon. Demons wish to consume the wings of angels to gain them." He said. You gasped in horror.
"Is there nothing you can do?" You asked. He looked at you, placing both hands on you, pushing you down lightly, sending you back to earth.
"No, I'm sorry (y/n)." Was what you heard before you opened your eyes again, seeing the church. You began to cry. Mark just help you, waiting for you to calm down before asking you what happened.
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Fallen Angel (Markiplier x Reader x Darkiplier) | Complete
FanfictionYou had been in heaven for so long, you didn't want to return to earth but that choice was taken for you when you were pushed down to earth, branding you as a fallen angel. When you land, a man found you. Will this be your new heaven, or will a demo...
