WIP DESC, MAY CHANGE
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Cast from the ranks of angels that protect humans from medieval forces of evil, Gerard (née Gennadois) has become what they call a Fallen, an almost vampiric arch nemesis of the aloof creatures of light humanity has come to know. With ragged, clipped wings and pale, gaunt features, he inspires fear in the most steadfast of humans, unlike his cherubic counterparts.
Gerard wants nothing more than to exist in debauchery and decadence to forget the horrors of his past. The Fallen race he has become a part of typically descends into madness mere years after their outcast, existing too close to the fickle human creatures, but Gerard has resisted the animosity in his brain for countless years. The human world's ever-changing quality, one which torments the minds of other angels, is a rhythm he finds so nostalgic, but he has grown to want nothing more than his wings-his freedom.
Frank spent his whole life waiting. Empty, a shell masquerading as a person, his death came in the merciful form of a bus, cutting through him like a blade through his wrists. Now reborn and appearing mysteriously in the New Jersey hub with dim, disjunct recollection of his previous life, he is sent on a mission: to finally dispatch the rogue Fallen wreaking havoc in the human world. When he is separated from his partner and forced into Gerard's clutches, he must make a choice: to complete his mission or aid the fallen angel in his journey back from the inferno.
After a failed suicide attempt, Gerard Way gets admitted to Monroeville Psychiatric Hospital, where he's to be treated for his depression and suicidal thoughts, amongst other things. In the hospital, he meets Frank Iero, a man with a sick mind, but a big heart...and so much more. Can Gerard help Frank, as well as himself? Or, are they both a lost cause?
WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS MATERIAL SOME READERS MAY FIND UPSETTING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK