Fallen Angel

Prologue

It was not at all what I had planned.

I'd thought nothing could be worse than being held captive by Aidan, a powerful fiend, who allowed me no personal freedom, he was always there, I had no chance to think, he was always in my head.

I'd planned to escape with the help of Zeta, his sister; to just slip past his servants, whom I knew even then, might suffer horribly through decisions I'd made. But I didn't care.

Selfishly I continued with my plan to escape.

In a grim way, it was almost amusing.

Me. An Angel, a powerful being of light and mercy, was held by one of the darkest of dark beings and bringing all that the good abhor down upon those innocents following the will and dictate of their powerful Demon lord.

A crystal like tear slid down my cheek and dripped into my lap.

I hugged my knees tighter to me, scrunching in on myself, cringing away from the mess of blood and gore.

My white feathered wings shivered and my thin white silk dress, now covered in sticky red, slid further down my thighs to bunch at my waist. Why had I asked Zeta's help? Aidan, true, had been controlling, possessive, often bitter toward me, but he'd never harmed me. Physically or Mentally.

For an Angel it was hard thinking a Demon as anything other than evil. For hundreds of thousands of years his kind and mine had warred with each other in the shadows.

A warm shiver passed through me. Oh no...

The door opened into the red wood room which was covered in blood. I heard a sharply in drawn breath.

It hissed out in a deadly growl just as quickly and I knew he'd spotted me, my silver-white hair and pale body giving me away.

Only I wasn't so white now.

I was Fallen.

I felt his presence before me, I raised my head and looked at my hands before turning my gaze into his blazing eyes.

"Whats happened to me?!" I screamed, losing what little grip I had on myself finally.