Note: A little background on Uliah... pronounced (You-lee-ah). She is one of the seven Archangels, one of God's most powerful warriors. She arrives on earth the evening after the Blue Night.

Chapter 1: Fallen

Uliah could not remember sleeping. She could not recall ever having felt pain or fear, for she was an angel and such things were foreign to her kind. But as she awoke naked, smoke rising from ragged stumps where her wings used to be, Uliah was quickly and most cruelly introduced to both.

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Shiro Fujimoto had been woken from a dead sleep by a strange noise coming from the alley. The rain distorted it, making it sound like a stray cat begging for food. It didn't take long before the priest realized the cries were human. Jumping out of his bed, Shiro grabbed the emergency flashlight from his drawer and ran outside. Following the direction of the cries, he ran through the rain- cutting through the muddy parish gardens. Bursting through the side gate leading into the alley, Shiro's eyes widened, shocked and outraged by what he saw.

It was a young woman sitting hunched and completely naked in the middle of the alleyway. Her face was buried in her hands as she cried out over and over in the deepest agony. Her whole body was wracked by her sobs, becoming no less tortured with each cry. Shiro had never seen someone in greater despair.

Hurrying over to her, he kneeled down, setting the flashlight on the ground beside him.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, careful not to distress her any more than she already was. Still, knowing her physical condition was crucial at the moment.

Hearing his voice, Uliah looked up into the eyes of the priest before her, her bloodshot grey hues penetrating his. She appeared utterly lost and afraid.

"Why? Why did He do this to me?" She asked.

"Who?" He asked, thinking she was referring to a boyfriend or spouse.

"… God." She breathed before lunging into him, wrapping her arms around his middle and holding onto him tightly as she began sobbing again.

That's when he saw them, two scorched appendages protruding from her shoulder blades, each about half a foot long with bloodied white flight feathers sticking out of them. Hardly believing what he was seeing, Shiro reached up and grazed a finger over the tip of one of the larger feathers. The wing then flinched beneath his touch, causing him to gasp. They were real. Could this really be an angel, he wondered.

Shiro let the woman cry into his robes for a while longer until she seemed to have tired herself out.

"Let's get you out of the rain," he said, helping her to her feet. She seemed somewhat unsteady so he kept a guiding hand on her elbow as he led her into the parish.

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