Angels Doom

The Fall

My whole body felt on fire. My own blood bubbled like acid inside my veins,my legs felt like jelly. Then did I realize, I had been poisoned. obviously.

Struggling to get up I threw myself at my bed trying desperately yet futilely to grasp my sword which lay mockingly comfortable on my bed. It beckoned me to reach it,my hands were numb, my movement slow. Then as I had suspected, my door burst open, two men rushed in. the two wings and a scythe symbol on each man chest signified that the men were from The Power Angels. My Wing.  I tried frantically to protect myself but my body just wouldn't respond. They quickly and efficiently bent my arms behind my back and cuffed it with an enchanted cuff before dragging me outside. My vision was blurry and my hearing muffled,but I could still see the ugly face of Zachriel. The one Angel that loathed me the most. The feeling was mutual. I should have known, nobody could manipulate my own men to go against me, well apart from Lucifer but i don't think He gives two fucks about me.

Though my vision was a little bit blurry, I could make out the hazy outline of his face, his crooked nose and too big eyes. You know sometimes I wonder if God truly Made him or he was just spit out of hell. His hands were clasped behind his back looking every bit the fierce Wing Commander that he dreamed to be.

In reality though, Zachriel was a seed of hell and hate and jealousy had found it's way into his heart. He was my mentor once now he's just an idiotic coward. Michael the archangel of War  plans to name Uriel the third wing commander. Somehow Zachriel had thought it was my fault cause I was always interrupting him when he could handle himself during face offs with demons. Stupid hell hound could have died a thousand times if it weren't for me. Bless my good and pure heart.

Anyway, I grew to loath him and I wished I had let him get killed on one of those missions. He purposely gave me extra -very and totally unnecessary- assignment on earth. Follow humans around, Get info on the number of humans turning evil, keep old people company and the likes. THAT IS NOT WHAT A POWER ANGEL DO, I'm supposed to be fighting demon's hunting rogue vamps, destroying ghouls. Not playing around with humans. Fortunately, Michael had grew fond of me and has been keeping me up on the latest fights, I guess he saw my really impressive fighting skills. This made Zachriel extra angry at me but joke was on him.

He figured the more he sent me on useless assignment the more I get to spend time with The Great Archangel Michael. He eventually stopped and has been off my case......... until now

When I saw him, Anger rolled of like waves and strengthen me enough to throw myself at him,but before I did I was pushed down to the dirt by men I had fought and bled for. Betrayal really hurts. Without anything minimizing the fall, I plunge  face first into the cloud and broke my nose -be warned, clouds in heaven don't just dissipate oh no it's soft and solid as the ground humans walk on-. Blood trickled down my nose but I didn't worry, it was going to heal. I spread my wings on impulse happy that I -at least- haven't loss control over it. But I immediately regretted the action when the two men pressed their knee on the soft delicate extremely pretty wings, breaking bones and holding me down.

Pain erupted from my wings and travelled straight to my skull, my already blurry vision turned red and dark spots threatened to pop out. I wanted to shout and scream in pain but I couldn't let them win. Couldn't show them weakness,so instead, I masked my expression, acting like it didn't hurt like hell. They twisted their knees, destroying the fragile wings even more trying to coerce a yell from me but still I remain impassive,eyes trained at Zachriel who only watches with amusement.

How not surprising that he finds it ........ amusing. He tsks and I  was brought up into a kneeling position. I couldn't protest, the poison had worked a little too well

"It's pointless blaming me. You knew I'll come for you yet you let your guard down". He had the guts to squeeze his face in distaste at me. "I am disappointed"he said eerily calm "I expected more.......Fight". He added.