Claire's POV
Claire Forman walked into the homeless shelter with her blonde head held high. She couldn't wait to give food to the people there. Claire had been doing this for years. She loved helping people, even ones that she didn't know. No one at the shelter knew of her true identity. Claire wanted to keep it that way. People tended to freak out when they heard the word angel. Some individuals didn't think that angels existed and the other half would just think that she was crazy. That was why Claire didn't show her wings, she didn't want to raise suspicions. The humans were none the wiser as she fed them oatmeal and gave them bread. Claire made her way to the counter, talked to some of her friends that worked there and passed out food.
This continued for the next couple of hours, and then Claire made her way home. She rushed to an alley. Just as she was getting ready to fly away to heaven, Claire heard a scuffle. She turned around and noticed a man was getting robbed. Another man with black hair and a black jacket had the first man upside down and was spilling out his money.
This will not do, Claire thought.
She walked right up to the second man and said,
''Hey, who do you think you are? This man does not deserve what you are doing to him."
The second man turned his head and sneered at Claire.
"Stay out of this, Angel."
How does he know that I am an angel?
Then she remembered that her wings were out.
Claire got red in the face.
"You will put him down right now."
The second man looked at her and laughed.
"And who is going to make me? You?"
She frowned.
"Yes."
He just kept laughing.
"Is this somehow funny to you?''
The second man finally stopped with the giggling.
"Yes, it is, angel."
Claire pouted.
She placed her hand out in front of her and white light poured out of her hand.
The first man fell to the ground and ran away.
Claire smiled.
"And that's why you shouldn't mess with an angel."
Now, the second man looked furious.
"You have no idea who you are dealing with, angel."
Claire sighed.
"And, just who am I dealing with exactly?"
He smirked.
"The name's Malachi. You just made the biggest mistake of your life, angel.''
I don't get it.
How could saving someone's life be a mistake?
Who is this guy?
Before she knew it, pain enveloped her.
What's going on?
Then, she saw that Malachi had his hands towards her and there was red light coming out of his palms.
He's not human.
Claire begged.
"Please, make it stop."
Soon, the pain was gone.
Malachi had a sneer on his face.
"Know your place, angel. Don't interfere again with a demon's work."
"D-demon?"
She had only heard bedtime stories about demons from when she was human.
Claire also heard rumors about them from the other angels.
None of them were good.
Malachi smiled and she shrunk under his gaze.
"That's right, angel. I'm a big, bad demon. So you can go back to your other goody-two-shoes angels and tell them that this is my turf."
Claire was in such disbelief and shock.
But she nodded her head and flew to heaven, crying all the way there.
Why do people have to be so cruel?
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Fallen Love
RomantizmClaire Forman was just a regular angel, healing people and helping them with their problems. Then, one day she meets Malachi Enders, a demon who should represent everything Claire hates. Soon, though she finds herself falling for him. Both of thei...