The Heir of Fire, Light And Ashes { Fire Angels Saga }

Chapter 01•Burned Memories•

Amalia looked confused at the stranger standing on the windowsill. His dark cloak was flying in the wind which added to his mysterious appearance. His face was hidden in the shadows and only his shining green eyes broke through the darkness. Was he a thief? A murderer? Or maybe even a spirit? The fire in Amalia's hand danced around her fingers as she moved slightly to the side to close the door, the familiar creaking filled the room once again. The red headed girl didn't know this man who was watching her every move. "Lucifer?" She asked with hesitant curiosity, raising her head a bit. Amalia tried to think of where she heard that name before, she knew Lucifer from books, but that seemed to be all that she could recall.

The man jumped from the window sill and landed on the woodblocks he had broken down getting inside the house. He slowly pulled down his hood revealing his face to her. He had sharp features that matched the cold metallic tone of his eyes. His dark brown, slightly wavy, hair fell in his face. He chuckled a bit, his deep voice echoing through the room giving the feeling as if everything was freezing. "Yes, the devil himself," he seemed amused as he spoke, "I am sure you heard of him before." He remained still as his voice was echoing through the room.

Amalia nodded in agreement at his words and decided to step closer. The flame in her hand grew higher and lightened the room, sending warmth up her body and giving her a feeling of control. There was a confidence rising up in her to confront the stranger even though it was unknown to her what he was and where he came from."But you are unknown to me? Who are you?" She asked as the wind blew in from the window, through her white dress and down to her bare feet. The ground beneath her feet was shaking, as if the house itself was frightened. Amalia stopped her movements and glared at the man in front of her.

The stranger bowed to the girl and smiled softly as he met her eyes once more, "My name is Noah Thompson. I am the admiral of the dark angles and Lucifer's faithful servant." He offered his in silk covered hand to her. "And I offer you freedom, Miss Gray." The young man proclaimed as if it was the choice of her life.

Amalia looked at his hand with a frown,"I don't touch people," she said with a serious tone in her calm voice as her gaze was fixed on his hand. The fire disappeared from her hand and the room immediately darkend. Though at any moment she could have the burning flame reappear to set Noah on fire. She crossed her arms under her chest and looked for a little moment past him outside of the window. The same view as always, trees and more trees. There never had been anything else and there never will be. It was easy to watch the seasons change through that crowded forest which helped the girl to get a feeling for the time that passed by slower and slower.

Noah smiled and let his hand hiding itself under his cloak again." I know that you don't," he sighed as he finally moved but not towards Amalia's direction, he moved towards the door. "I also know that you are unable to leave this place." His cloak moved over the ground, swirling up dust that glittered in the moonlight. "I know you have been here for over 100 years."

Amalia kept her glaze looking out the window ,her gold eyes following the movements of the trees blowing in the wind while trying to keep an eye on the guy's shadow." That is correct, Noah." She said as she kicked some of the broken wood away ." How did you know? Did Lucifer told you?" She gave him a bitter chuckle as she turned around to face him, "and if he did, how much more do you know?" Amalia was still unsure about this Lucifer, did the devil truly exist? Until that wasn't solved she had to keep up her guard.

Noah smiled as he laid his cold hand on the even colder doorknob. "Of course, he told me. The king and Lucifer are the only ones that knew about your existence." The door opened with the same creak as the black angel stepped out of the room and into the hallway." You are known as dead Amalia."

Concern was slightly forming on the girl's pale face as she followed shortly after him and out of the living room. This man was from the outside world, from where wasn't sure. He sounded British, so perhaps he came from England. "The king? What is his name? How do they know me? Or this place?" She quickly moved in front of him stopping him from walking any further.