Angelfall - Prologue

I am a fallen angel. I am also one of you.

I could sit here all day and explain exactly how this works, but I can’t. You cannot know who or what I am. That would be dangerous.

Suffice it to say we are among you each and every day. When an angel falls, we are born into a human body. We are like you, yet we are not.

There are thousands of us, yet you know none of them. We keep our secrets well. We do not endanger you. We protect you.

Because there are worse beings than us.

It had been raining all day, and at a drowsy eleven at night, the ground was wet. A light mist blanketed the city, and street lights appeared to have haloes in the glow.

I walked down the street, wrapped in my own thoughts, leaving work, though my lack of a vehicle made it slower than I would prefer. My route also took me through the baddest part of town.

I was not concerned with this. If somebody attempted to hinder me, they would quickly regret it.

You do not hinder a fallen angel.

I turned into a small, dark alleyway, hoping to cut a little travel time off of my journey. The walk home could be so long, anywhere between a half hour and double that.

I felt the air stir on my skin, and immediately I knew something was wrong. My vision, stronger than the average human’s, caught a flash of shadow in front of me, as I sensed movement behind me.

“Stop right there,” commanded a cocky-sounding voice. I could barely contain a smile.

So the local kids wanted to try their luck?

I slowy raised my hands, making sure to keep them displayed. “Having a nice night?” I asked.

They seemed silent for an instant, wondering why I was acting so brave. Apparently, they decided I was faking it.

One of them, a tall man with a cruel, chiseled face, stood right up in front of me, and growled “Keep that mouth shut.”

“Righty-o,” I said, and just as his face contorted with anger, I slammed my fist into his chest, throwing him back across the alley.

I heard and felt a knife, slashing through the air, and, with a grin on my face, spun and caught it as though we were simply playing catch.

“Dull,” I commented, glancing at the blade, before snapping it like a twig and body-slamming its wielder against a dumpster.

The third hoodlum attempted to fire a gun. He was soon unconscious.

I heard the first man approaching yet again, and I felt my eyes glow white as I bent the light in the alley.

Every fallen angel has a power, what we call a trait. Mine happens to be Lightwielding. even in a dark room there was still a surprising amount of light. In this alley, there was plenty.

I solidified the light and threw it like a wall behind me.

I heard nothing...

Suddenly I felt hands on my shoulders, and I was thrown into one of the brick walls bordering the alley.

I landed and quickly glanced up. What was this man? A demon? He had to be, he wasn’t a fallen, I could tell.

He picked me up the the throat, slammed me against the wall, and pain lashed up my spine.

He leaned into me, a hateful look on his face. “Little fallen angel want to mess around in my part of town?”

“Who... are you?” I gasped, my windpipe closed off by his fist.

He didn’t answer immediately, which scared me. When a fallen asks a demon their name, the demon will immediately answer.

He seemed to take his time, though it felt longer being unable to breathe.

Finally, he tilted his head. “You can call me Anti.”

That’s when I finally realized his eyes were a strange color - a deep, dark purple, the color of fear.

He slammed his head into mine, and I remember nothing after that.

My name is Matt Faller. I am a fallen angel, and I battle things you couldn’t being to comprehend.

End of prologue...

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