When The Fall Comes

Chapter I

He set foot on the beautiful world. The skies revealed the sun's orange glow as it crept near the horizon. The buildings of the city became alive once the lights were switched on. The streets in the distance were swelling with human life. It almost brought a smile onto his face. The young man shook his head. "Calm down, Feyril...," he said to himself as he took a deep breath. "You got a job to do."

His hair went from pastel purple to brown as he tied his hair into a low ponytail. His once violet eyes turned blue after he blinked. His uniform changed as well. What was once a tunic with grays, purples and whites were replaced with a white polo shirt and dark gray jeans. He fixed his formal footwear before blending into the crowd.

He searched the vast city for what felt like an eternity. His eyes scanned around the environment. The angel in hiding glanced at a clipboard with what appeared to be a document of a young female. The small patch of notes said that the girl refused to go with the previous angel that was sent. The girl claims that she was waiting for someone else and will not go with anyone but him. No matter what the previous angel did, the little miss didn't budge. When they asked the angel what happened, the angel confessed that he doesn't remember. That was when the Seraph decided that an angel higher up should take the task. After serious consideration, he ended up choosing Feyirl.

After searching for a while, the elite angel arrived at his destination. He took a deep breath before stepping into the alley. Once the coast was clear, he returned to his angelic form. A soft violet aura covered his left hand to remove the darkness ahead of him. A tiny squeak was all that registered in his ears. Feyril blinked before taking one more step forward. The area where the noise originated from was soon illuminated, and the light revealed a small girl. Her round, blue eyes were quivering at the sight of Feyril while her uneven hair rested on her shoulders.

He was taken aback by her appearance and got down on one knee. She whimpered and moved a little away. From her crawling, he could only assume that she was too feeble to stand. "Little miss, do not be afraid. I am not here to cause any harm," the angel spoke softly as a small smile was formed on his lips. "Are you alright?"

There was no verbal answer. The girl simply stared with her widened eyes, which bewildered him. Her surprised reaction to his angelic appearance was reasonable, but she seemed to be taking this situation well.

"Young child...-"

"Are you an angel?" The sick voice spoke up to him. "Is your name Fewril?"

The angel was about to speak, but he couldn't as his mouth quickly went dry. "I am, but how do you know my name, Little Miss?" he asked.

The girl stood still, which frightened Feyril. He hadn't even introduced himself to her, so how could she possibly know his name already? Feyril noticed that the girl was silent, so he called out to her once more. "Um... Little miss...?"

The child gave a wide smile before quickly running to the angel with nothing but her bare feet and dirty gown. The girl draped her arms around the angel's legs before glancing up at him. "Mister Feyril," she said. "You're finally here! I was waiting for you!" Tears streamed down her face as her already wide smile grew bigger. "Everything's gonna be alright now!"

Without thinking, Feyril moved away. He made sure not to harm the little girl as he did so. He spoke the first thing that came to his mind. "Um, forgive me, but I don't know you..."

"I know," said the child. She hopped in place. "But, it doesn't matter because we're here together!"

"Yes...," Feyril's voice went quiet as he looked up. The sun had vanished from the horizon. He mentally sighed before adjusting the position of his hair. 'Stay focus, Feyril,' he thought to himself. 'You still have to bring this girl to heaven." He glanced down at the little girl, who was holding his toga. 'But this girl is very much alive... Wouldn't that disrupt the spiritual spectrum?' He began to feel rather odd. It was as if a part of his mind shut down.

He couldn't think straight. In fact, he couldn't think at all...

"It's getting dark, Mister Fewril..." The small girl hid under his robe.

"It is... Where are your parents?" Feyril asked unknowingly. When there was no answer, Feyril placed two and two together and responded without reasoning. "I see... Well, I can't just leave you out here."

"There's an orphanage nearby," the little girl spoke with a smile on her face. The angel's eyes couldn't avoid that sweet, mind-numbing, mesmeric smile. "I'll be safer there."

Feyril mentally shook his head. The Seraph... The mission... He can't forget about it.

"I cannot," Feyril said. "You must come with me to Heaven. The Seraph really wants to see you."

The girl frowned to this; however, it was the frown a child would give when they don't want the adult to know they are afraid. "No, it's too dangerous up there... I wanna go to the orphanage."

The angel shook his head again. "Don't be silly, child. Heaven's the safest place I have ever known," Feyril gave a playful smile. "You will be safe there. Besides, you are very close to death, and your soul has been yearning to leave nevertheless."

"No."

The deep, lifeless tone caught the angel off guard. The little girl's stare cut right through Feyril. It was as if he was looking directly at a black hole. Her voice was low, almost inhuman. Her face drew close to the elite angel's face. "I need to go to the orphanage. Take me there."

Something in him clicked. He wasn't in control anymore...

He gently took the child's little hand. "But, of course," Feyril didn't even know that he said that. He unconsciously grinned at the little girl. "Come along, little one. Let us go to the orphanage."

The little girl's face returned to normal. She smiled sweetly at the angel. "Yay, and okay, mister Fewril!"

The two did not speak during their walk. Feyril would often glance at her as he held his hand. He could see her and could feel himself smiling, and yet he couldn't hear anything. He watched as they both entered the lobby for the orphanage and got her sighed in. The last thing he remembered was the look on the girl's face. Her eyes were dull like earlier, but she was smiling at Feyril instead. She said something, but Feyril couldn't hear it. He felt himself nod them.

The elite angel blacked out soon after this exchange.

The angel woke up to on a bed, but it wasn't his. The room was dark except for himself and the mattress. Despite pain screaming in his body, Feyril sat up and glanced around as the room lit up. Small, diamond-shaped crystals began to float around him. His violet eyes glistened with fascination and wonder.

"Amazing, isn't it?"

Feyril jumped at the sound of someone's voice. He glanced around but saw nothing. Feyril heard the voice chuckle before speaking again.

"Greetings, Feyril. I have been eager to meet you. My worker, Autumn, has spoken much about you."

The angel blinked and glanced up to the overhead light. "You know her? And how do you know my name?"

"I know everyone's names. And of course, I know Autumn. She works for me."

Feyril tilted his head to the side. "How does a child work for you? I don't understand."

"I'm afraid I can't tell you, Feyril."

There was some silence after the voice spoke. Feyril frowned as his eyes glowed nothing but dissatisfaction. When the call began to talk again, Feyril couldn't help but blink in confusion.

"Fall is coming. You must help her protect everything and everyone you've ever known."

The crystals faded away one by one. The light above flew away from Feyril, leaving him in the dark with its last words.

"And, whatever you do, don't let him take her to Heaven."