In a time of darkness and ruin, brought upon the earth by beings that were once the height of faith. Blood spilled by rusted blades that had gleamed brightly once before. Curses spoken through the mouths of which would have sang praises.
It is the time of the Angels who fell.
Seventeen year old Skye Vermilion had been fighting for survival most of her life after watching her father be stolen from her, but never did she think of losing her mother too. Not to a human or any born force of evil, but by the hands of Angels.
Her only hope is to run, until she is adopted into a pack of survivors. They call themselves the Reapers. Now with the power to kill the divine, she seeks vengeance for her lost ones...
...and take on the Fallen.
"You're a target now Skye! Why would you do this?! Don't you care about how this would make me feel? Don't you care about us?!" Dean yells at me.
"Us? There is no us." A tear falls from my cheek. "You ruined us. You ruined what we had. I am doing this because you had no right to save me last time." I say, gritting my teeth together as my tears fall down my face.
"Please Skye." Dean's voice cracks as a tear falls.