When Angels Sin

Epilogue - When Angels Fall

Darkness engulfed him like the Black Demon Sea. The clash of steel still rung within his ears. The stench of blood filled his nostrils, its taste heavy and raw in his throat. His whole head throbbed with terrible pain, dreadfully intensified in the right half of his face. He heard distant voices. A man was speaking. Then a woman. And then a sudden light flashed into his closed eyes.

Thudding footsteps approached him. His heart hammered greatly, but he remained still in his place. His body was too weak and drained to try moving anyway. He tried to open his eyes. He did not know why he found it so difficult to open his eyes! He hardly managed to open his left eye slightly, while his right one was tightly and stubbornly shut. He slowly raised a shaking hand towards his face. He could hear the clanking of metal as he moved his hand, and he realized that he was chained. Why am I chained? As his trembling fingers reached to his eye, they landed on hard thick bandages that were tightly wrapped around the right half of his face.

"Do not touch that if you want to heal quickly," a gentle voice spoke. He looked up towards the speaker. He still could not see clearly, but he could make out the form of a woman with long black hair. He had never seen this woman before. She was a winged one, perhaps a healer.

"Where am I?" he whispered in a weak choking voice as he tried to scan his unfamiliar surroundings. It was not his room. It was small and dark and barren. He was not at home. As he moved his head to have a better look around him, it throbbed so dreadfully that he thought it would explode. He moaned in pain and his hand reached for his aching head.

His heart stopped in horror as his fingers touched the sharp ends of unfamiliar cropped hair. He quickly snatched at his head and he found his hair ending abruptly before he had a chance to hold it between his fingers. He trembled as he realized that his once long glorious locks were no longer sliding leisurely in his palm, and ragged cries escaped him.

"I am sorry about this," the woman said gently. "You had a fever and you were dying, so we had to cut off your hair to cool you down."

It all came back to him suddenly. The last thing he remembered was that large ferocious warrior who was so determined to kill him, swinging his brutal blade right into his face. His heart sank and his hand involuntarily reached to his bandaged face once more.

"What happened... to my face?" Mikal asked in a shaking voice.

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A/N.

Thank you so much for putting up with all the drama and reading this far!! :D

So, apparently, the story does not end here. There is a second book "When Angels Fall", and it's already posted, so we can get to follow the fate of our favorite (as well as our most hated) characters. 

Thank you again for reading my story. If you have any comments or general thoughts, I'd very much like to hear them, so please feel free to comment whatever you like.

Lots of love <3

And see you in the next book ;)