Angels Doom

My name is Vickreil but you can call me Vick, I'm a seraph but circumstances had me in Powers. A race of warrior angel.I don't like humans, hated Witches and have a special craving for trouble. Ninety percent of the supernatural want me dead, but not to fear, none could stand against me. Anyways, A certain Angel who loathed me cause Archangel Michael was fond of me killed my Wife - the only reason I was living - and threw me out of heaven. How he did this without burning I still don't know.

Now I'm back for revenge, wingless and a little bit wounded my mind is set on destroying him but just one tiny problem. Now my Wife's essence was drawn into a human as if that wasn't bad enough. This human was from a lineage of powerful Witches. And if I'm to get my wife again, she had to stay alive for a few years. Just a few years right?, How hard could it be?, I'm only two millennia years old so what's a few years. Well a few years is a lot when you have the whole supernatural to get even with you.

It doesn't help that she was as beautiful as twilight and as tempting as the devil himself. Not with those eyes no.

Madison is my name but you can call me Maddy definitely not mad eye. I'm nineteen and I love Witches, basically anything of the dark sort.
Life was amazing, I had good friends and I spectacular boyfriend who turned out to be a demon, how shitty is that. Anyways, my life couldn't get much worse. Wrong, then came Vick, a specimen of beauty an enigma. He was awesome and he hated me. Like the one other thing that I admire the most hated me.
But I wasn't going to back down and maybe I should have cause things just got scary.