Prologue.

May 19, 2151

New York, New York

Here we sit, in our house, with our child.

Is it just a dream? Well it seems like every day is a dream, but today, it just feels normal.

We are on our couch watching TV, with our child in there room downstairs when we hear the doorbell ring.

"I'll get it!" We hear our child call out to us.

We hear the door open, and hear a dark voice mumble some words.

"Mom! Dad! Someone is at the door for you!" Our child yells.

We get off of the couch hand in hand, and walk down the stairs.

When we reach the door we tell our child to go back to their room.

We walk outside to the cool night.

We used to be afraid that he would show up, when we first started a family we would hide our child in their room in fear that we would hear bad news.

"He has escaped."

That's the news we were afraid of.

"How long?" My husband asks beside me.

"He just escaped; I rushed over here first thing. I think you got a few hours to pack your things."

I put my head on my husband's shoulder, he put an arm around my waist.

This can't be happening, it just can't, we have been living together with no problem for over a hundred years.

"Thank you for the information," my husband says steering me back to the house.

We opened the door.

"He is also coming straight so you might want to lock up your house and move."

We turned around quickly to face him.

"What?" We both yelled at the same time.

Then we heard our child scream from the top of their lungs.

We opened the front door as fast as we could and ran downstairs.

Before we could get to our child's room we heard another sickening cry.

We both flinched at the cry; our child knew how to cry especially really loudly, or when someone they didn't know was attacking them.

Then caught off guard we both tripped over something.

I felt the floor attacking my face, but then was quickly yanked back up with my hands behind my back.

I started struggling in the person's grip.

Then something caught my eye in front of me. My child's head was in a noose.

Then the rope went up and so did my child's head her feat getting inches off of the ground.

"No!" I screamed. My child was too young to die.

Then all of a sudden I saw my child's feet return to the ground.

I looked around trying to see who had the noose's rope.

Then I saw it, he was hard to see he was standing in a corner grinning, looking at my child.

That grin, it was so familiar, so deadly, it gave me goose bumps whenever I saw it. I have been avoiding that grin for over a hundred years, and now that I see it again, it brought back bad memories.

Then he turned and locked eyes with me. He let go of the rope completely and started heading over my way.

He put his hand on my cheek, I turned away, but he put his other hand on my other cheek.

"Get away from her!" I hear my husband growl.

I turn my head trying to find him, and find him standing in the doorway while I am in the middle of the room.

"Keep him quite," he yells at the man holding my husband.

The next thing I know the man holding my husband drags him out of the room.

"Now, were where we?" He said then I could feel his lips on my neck going up toward my jaw, and then close to my lips.

I brought up my leg and hit it between his two legs.

"Nice try, I'm a fallen Angel I can't feel pain." He said grinning with joy.

"Yeah, well I'm an Archangel."