I was falling, I couldn’t feel the normal tickle of the wind in my ears, but just the whipping force of wind pull my reddish brown hair everywhere. I’ve been descending for awhile now, but I guess it is a pretty far drop from Empyrean City. That is if I ever reached earth, and at this rate I could age many millennia before that happens. An eternity later brown, green, and yellow patches of ground started to become clear in my vision, and I began to panic. I didn’t know if my Allure of wind bending would work since one of my wings was broken, but I had to try. Closing my eyes, I began to concentrate on the layers of air around me, and at first it did not want to obey, but I reached out again and it finally bent to my will. The wind made itself into a ramp underneath me and began to slow my descent and eventually dropped me onto the hard earth as softly as it could.
I landed on a rural part of earth where the ground was mostly dirt and there weren’t many biotic plants. Standing up slowly and dragging one of my snow white wings behind me, I began walking to the road nearby. Once I stepped on the harder pavement of the highway I realized I really was in the middle of nowhere. Ugh. Having been falling nearly seven minutes ago one would think I could at least see buildings somewhere close by, but no. Now contemplating which direction to go I turned left, and then I tucked my wings back into the slits in my back so that they just looked like a wing tattoo, although the silver sword on my hip was a bit conspicuous. On the bright side when I was pitched over the side of Empyrean City they dressed me in white wash jeans and green blouse would fit in perfect with the modern style of the humans.
The pavement under my bronzed bare feet was starting to burn them and for the hundredth time I wished they had not broken my wing. It was such a stupid punishment anyway, before being officially forbidden from my home they had to break my wing to assure themselves I would end up on earth. It was the standard punishment they gave to all level 5 criminals, but a level 5 criminal had never been royalty before. I was banished from my home for “disturbing the peace”. A load of crap in my opinion, and I intended to find out the real reason.My plan was simple: gather reinforcements who believe in the threats to peace...reinforcements who were unfortunately all in Sheol, march back to Empyrean City, demand entrance and a visit with the King, convince him a war is imminent, and fight back against the enemy. Simple or foolhardy? I began to wonder.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew past me and my internal alarm went off. A strong gust was my Allure’s way of saying danger was near. I knew it would come eventually knowing fallen angels are not only valuable in the underworld, but also to other fallen angels and kin alike on earth. A crack sounded to my right and my head snapped in that direction, then another crack sounded in front of me. Well whatever type of demon it was it brought a friend, and so I pulled out my sword, Allegra. The silver and teal hilt and silver double edged blade shined in the sunlight as I listened for my attackers. The ground began peeling away where the first crack occurred and a hell monkey jumped out, or to be more exact a greasy black monkey form with purple fangs, yellow horns, and claws three times the size of my hand.
I gripped my sword a little tighter, the hell monkey walked slowly and cautiously toward me sizing me up. Then its companion decided to pop above the surface and it was two on one. I took a ready stance as the partner hurtled himself at me, I barely blocked it from striking me in the heart but the monkeys claws did graze my left shoulder. I gasped, but didn’t have time to worry about it because then the other hell monkey attacked. This time I was ready and I plunged my sword into its stomach before its fangs could reach me, but again its claws struck my face. I pulled my sword free of the now dying creature and faced the other again. When I looked into its eyes to challenge it, the demon reared up and also charged at me. I bent down, tripped the monkey right over me causing it to land on its stomach, and before the demon could get up again I stabbed it through the back where the heart would be on the other side. I shivered because these things disgusted me; luckily they were low class demons and easy to kill, unluckily I would have to grow accustomed to them once I gathered supplies and entered Sheol. I slid my blade back into the scabbard on my hip and walked away from the disintegrating carnage.
My heart was still racing as I started making my way farther down the paved road. Those were just small demons and I knew soon the Angel bounty hunters would be after me, both human and demon. Of course being nearly immortal was not without its limitations, especially now in the middle of a desert, I could really go for some water. Then again there is one way to kill an angel and that’s by stealing their magic and disabling their wings so I was very vulnerable. I started walking a little faster in hope of civilization being nearby. Hills had to be the worst when walking on hot pavement without shoes. Honestly one could argue that the amount of sand on my feet was a shoe in itself. Once at the top of the hill I looked around and saw a little town nestled between two large water towers, I practically ran the rest of the way. The closest building I came to was a gas station with a back end attached for the owner. The sign just outside the town limits read, Duston. Yeah, it was a small town.
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