Forgotten Memories

Fallen

This is an old fanfiction pilot I wrote in 2016. I was really into Supernatural. I only remember little snippets of the plot. This so old, yikes. This is also the last time I used first person.

"You're making a terrible mistake!" The girl pleaded to the three in standing in front of her, slowly closing in on her. Each step they took forced her to take a step back. She wouldn't be able to keep taking those steps back, she would meet a stop at some point. This was heaven after all, and she was on their playing field now as hers was ripped away from her grasp.

"No, we're only trying to save heaven from you," She shook her head, a few strands of her black faded to grey hair falling in her face. If anyone were to save heaven from the civil war taking place as they speak, it would be her. It was her job after all; to save heaven and its warriors.

She could feel her hands trembling out of full-blown fear, why was such a great warrior scared of something like this? Sure she was out of her playing field and out a number but to her 3 was nothing; so why was she scared? But alas, she was not great, she flawed, torn, and soon to become a fallen warrior.

"Naomi you know if I fall, heaven will surely fall along with me. You need me if you want heaven to stand!" She growled in a petty attempt to cover up her fear and look intimidating. It failed though as they only snickered, they loved this to bits. Funny how your own siblings will turn against you.

The one to her right, Uriel spoke up. "We don't need a wingless angel, you'll just be dead weight." A frowned graced this warrior's plump pale lips and glanced at her wings. The once magnificent wings that were black feathers at the top and went down the transition to white, always giving off a shine, now where pathetic and decaying.

Feathers rapidly falling as the meat/skin holding them in place was getting eaten up by the acid injected into them. Blood dripped out of various places, and you could see some of the white bones stained red. She folded her wings tighter behind her back, hoping to hide them. Such pretty, now ugly things should not be seen.

"Z we don't need you, we never had! Father only said that so you would felt like you belonged, but you don't, you were never supposed to be one of us in the first place," This time the Angel, well more like archangel Raphael, to the left of Naomi spoke.

She bit her lip softly as they stepped closer. When she took a step back her left foot slipped sending small pebbles tumbling down to earth. Not to mention almost sending her down as well. She recovered and glanced down. The earth's ground was barely visible from the view she was seeing.

She looked at Naomi, Uriel, and Raphael with her silver eyes, surprisingly human for once. On a normal day, the pupil would be in the shape of a diamond, and instead of having an iris she would have two rings around the diamond-shaped pupil. The inner ring moving counter-clockwise, the outer band moving clockwise.

"Father is not going to be too happy about this," She spoke trying to buy herself time to figure out a plan. Flying was not an option, talking will only be a distraction for them, her magic has been cut off, but anything to get out of this mess? Unlikely, which she knew from the beginning anyway. She just wanted to keep her hopes up. And she doubted she would be able to survive a fall like that, angel or not.

She didn't understand why she kept trying. Anyone else in her position would know it's pointless. She'll end up down there no matter what happens. But if she had to guess why she still tried, was most likely because she still cared for this place, and she didn't want heaven to become a royal mess.

"Well father won't know," Uriel said with certainty. The girl looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Was he stupid? Father sees everything! Of course, he'll know about this!