A young angel, of the highest caliber, wandered to the land of sin one dreary night. The land was beautiful in many ways but everything was tense and scary at first. The land drew the angel in making them disregard their duties to sneak back and explore. On one of their adventures a murdering spree ensued as the angel realized how toxic people were to each other. The once beautiful meadow was stained red as the angel brought thirteen of the worst people to be found to their slaughter. It was a mass murder at its finest. The angels white clothes were stained red as their hair shifted to a scarlet red, their wings black, and their eyes violet. The angel went on their crusade, slaughtering over sixty people in cruel, wicked ways. And so, the Angel of Blood was created, born from within the worst of the Fallen.
A legend, a myth, folklore, a story among many of a time over five hundred years ago. Or so it is thought, until one teenager finds something that will forever change them. As there is a great prophecy that's about to come to life. One teenager is about to find out that there is more to the world than what can be seen.
Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of.
Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers.
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