:Szent Angyal: Prologue

:Szent Angyal: Prologue

Prologue





I could walk on air with no effort at all. The wings were really just for show, or maybe a symbol of status? A symbol of an enlightened being, an angel. I pluck a snow white feather from one of the large wings on my back and studied it in my palm without any pain to flinch from. It was very clean and smooth; you could almost expect to see your reflection in it. A smile parted my slips and let it slip and fall down to where it may just eventually land back on the earth, or perhaps in the ocean. That’s where they usually ended up. Something as precious as an angel feather could only really be possessed by the fishes, who could care less in their case.
What a shame.
The sun was setting over a horizon, just over the ocean surface. It cast a beautiful array of colors on the sky. Magenta, orange, salmon, violet, and other combinations of colors. And nothing but silence, nothing else to disturb this peace. Stretching my arms I yawned and smiled to myself.

I was a holy being. Born, no, created without parents, a family. There were other angels, but not as much as there had once been. The skies use to be filled with angels, but for some reason, they began to disappear. Even her closest of friends. Dead. Or at least nowhere to be found.

Closing my sapphire blue eyes, I folded my arms behind my head and laid back on a cloud. It felt like satin, and must have been only a few shades lighter than my skin. A few seconds passed, and the reality around me disappeared as I drifted into a slumber, suspended up out of any humans or likely any other being’s view aside from perhaps a bird, and anyone in a plane wouldn’t be able to spot her on the cloud. Pale skin, white hair, and a pearl colored dress. Perfectly camouflaged.
And yes, and angel can sleep. Just because they have access to the high skies without the worries of any trouble that normal humans would have. No work, no thieves, pedophiles, none of that. But we could sleep. It was nice to get away from all the reality once a while. No one could disagree with the fact that a nice dream was better than your actual life.

Time passed slowly. The bright star lowering more and more over the horizon until there was only a slight glow was visible, giving a bit more illumination while the moon was still rising in the sky.

• • • ♥ • • •

She lay there, asleep, the rising of my chest still a little apparent. She’d remained totally undisturbed until I rose as a dark figure rose over the horizon. I slithered like a snake towards her but took more of the appearance like a dark fog. I loomed over her for a few minutes, remaining entirely unseen as I examined the holy being closely. My pale gray hand reached out of the cloud of black, stroking a soft white feather on the wings laid out behind her. The feathers contained no heat, but it was burning fire to my hand’s touch. However I didn’t flinch back. What shame. As I am a demon, I must destroy this beautiful creature that lay before me. I snarled, lips curling back to reveal a mouth full of needle sharp teeth.
Angel blood was delicious to me. It was absolutely intoxicating. And an angel here laying clothed in a beautiful silk cloth was too much to resist. Lifting my hand from the feather I brought it closer towards me and looked into my palm. The skin that had brushed over the feather and now meted away to reveal the bright red muscles and white bone hidden behind the smoke gray mask of skin. Grinning to myself, I pressed by sharp claws to her cheek.

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With a shout in agony, it seemed as if I was only just woken up from the peaceful dream by crashing shoulder first onto an ice-cold stone. As I rolled off a boulder and five feet down onto the ground, I clutched a shoulder where a new gash had formed along with many others I could easily feel. The one white dress was now stained crimson, and I now lay on my stomach in a growing pool of my own warm blood. What was with all this blood? All these injuries? I couldn’t possibly have slept through being slashed and clawed out, whatever word could possibly fit these injuries best.
“…” I tried to speak, but all that came out was a quiet, ineligible pained rasp followed by a bit of gagging on the blood that had filled my lungs and now began to pour out through my mouth. As I felt more and more lightheaded from the overwhelming pain and the continuously draining blood, I clawed my fingernails into the mud below me, which had been soaked with the currently falling rain and closed my eyes. Tears began to escape from the corners of my eyes and drip down my cheeks. If I were lucky, it would all end soon.
Usually, healing was a quick process. For an angel that is. No only did she not have the slightest clue how she ended up here, injured and in to much pain to move, but usually if an angel were injured, they’d be healed quickly, perhaps within a few minutes at the latest. That wasn’t happening here. It’d grown dark, perhaps hours after I’d gone sleep at sunset. I tensed up a bit, coughing up some more blood before wincing pain

• • • ♥ • • •

I sighed, watching as my precious prey fell to the ground. What a rookie mistake for a master like me. As a black fog, I followed her down the floor and stopping in the bushes, yards away. As the leaves shriveled up around him before he slipped forward towards the injured angel. Licking my lips, I crept slowly forward, wanting to more of delicious blood to fill my hunger. The grass died beneath me as I approached the angel, looking at all the blood that stained her clothes where I’d attacked her, and the blood that formed a puddle beneath her. Poor thing wasn’t even aware that she was even there.
Once I was close, I reached out, hand hovering just over a silver cross, worn around her neck. It glowed brightly. It wasn’t covered with blood like the rest of her. I chuckled. It would make a great trophy. My fingers closed around it, intending to rip it right from her neck. Instead, my hand burst into flames and I instantly dropped it. With a his sof pain, I turned and fled back up into the sky.

• • • ♥ • • •

“Hey, Feral! It-it’s a corpse! Over here! Oh my god! Oh my god!” I could faintly hear someone say when I was sure I was just on the brim of going loosing it again after having slipped in and out of consciousness just about every few minutes. I was silent by now aside from my slow irregular breathing, but the rain was still falling, perhaps heavier. How much time had past since I first hit the rock I wasn’t sure, but it seemed colder now. Two pairs of feet started heading in my direction, one pair stopping short but the other slowly and cautiously made their way forward until they kneeled down beside me. It was getting more and more difficult to pay attention to his actions, but I struggled to stay awake just see what their reaction would be.
“She’s actually alive, barely, but alive. It’s like… she’s been mauled by a bear. Her back is all torn up, so is her arm, and there are several claw marks around the rest of her,” The close voice said, almost with a disgusted tone. A male voice. He prodded me gently on my injured shoulder causing excruciating pain, but I didn’t even have the energy to flinch away. He ignored the blood around me and picked me up, holding me bridle style. No wings got in the way. That must have explained the torn up back he mentioned. That would also explain why my injuries wouldn’t have healed. The pain grew even more and more intense as the wounds were touched and stretched as he picked me up.
I would have cried out to him then and there to kill me and let me escape from this pain if I could.
“Feral! What are you doing!?” There was a tinge of fright in the other’s voice. A younger female more definitely. There was a few moments quiet before the smaller footsteps approached, stopping a few inches away from the male, presumably Feral, who held me. I could feel the blood trickle down my limbs. Perhaps that was the reason the girl was frightened. “And I don’t think there are any bears in this area. Actually, I know there aren’t any bears!”

Of course it hadn’t been a bear. Both of my wings had been totally ripped out miles high in the sky. No bear could possibly do this damage even it somehow was able to get into the air where I had been resting. They’d eventually find that out or already know it, but of course, to a human, there wasn’t really any possibility they could think of, right? Humans were… oblivious. Few wrote stories considered to be fantasy were in reality, real.
It was getting more and more difficult to breath. More and more I wondered who it was that had actually helped me. Straining to open my eyes, I looked up at a teenage boy, perhaps sixteen or seventeen. He had medium tone brown hair with a few darker natural highlights that was cut at the nape of the neck all the way around, while the bangs were just long enough to get in the way of the eyes though I could easily see his dark brown eyes behind them. His lips were pressed into a hard, straight line. He hadn’t noticed me eyes open.
Without turning my head I looked over to where the other pair of footsteps had stopped. A girl about six years younger perhaps. She had black hair that might as well have been cut with a knife. It was cut at different lengths and covered most of her face, though I could just barely see her black eyes behind them. She was frowning. Her skin was just as pale as my own and she was dressed from head to toe in black clothing. Her skin was drained of color, probably from the sight of me. The moonlight made her look even whiter. An interesting pair of people.

“Hm?” Feral mumbled, his eyes turning down to me. He noticed I was more aware of surroundings now. Not paying any attention to him, I turned to look around where I was. It was first the rock I noticed, a simple boulder with blood dripping down from the top where I hit the rock. The area around them, aside from the clearing they were in currently, was filled with tons of huge redwood trees, undergrowth like ferns and bracken. And large, lush and green forest. A small sigh escaped her lips. It wasn’t a highly populated area, thank goodness. And, I realized, the moon was placed directly in the center of the sky.
“She-she’s awake!” The girl whispered.
“Probably not for long,” He replied, causing the girl to shiver. The short black haired girl whimpered a bit, closing her eyes and turning around. I couldn’t blame her really. Cringing in pain as the guy adjusted his grip, I closed my eyes and didn’t bother to open them again. Gasping for a few more breaths as blood began to fill my throat again. I gave a shudder before passing out, no longer aware of anything around me.