Prologue
The neutral autumn air was lined with calmness for the carefree humans below. It felt so quiet and relaxing…but not for , the simple description of Angels are white cloaks those vicars wear, and golden halos that shine like the midday sun- well. They don't say that, but everyone expects
them to.
Angels are actually normal babies, who got chosen by the high council of Cloudae. They grow up in another, paralelle world to Earth, called the FG. Fake Ground, as most
people refer to it. They have everything you have. Same shops, same books, same language with hints of changes…even the same lampposts. But the lifestyles are
completely different. Anyway, enough about goody-two-shoes angels. Let's learn about the others.
Well, the "bad" ones have to live with certain flecks in their eyes. There's a key for it, see.
Red's be for the worst…the scum, the rapists.
Yellow is for Personal Property Damage, or injury on an older victim.
Green is for plain murder. That's pretty common.
The blue flecks are for robbery and/or indecent exposure. Man, that's an unused term.
Purple and/or Brown tints are for many different things, like ruining some stuff…although that's not important.
Right. So, the Cloudae, you want to know about them, right? They're these high-ranking, very important – male, I'll have you know. Girl's aren't allowed to be in it… - old
codgers. That's pretty much all I have to say about them!
And who am I, I guess you're wondering?
Well…that's a secret!
I'll tell you one thing though….
I'm a Fallen Angel.
OMFG This is really short e.e I don't like it being short. But I don't write much, see. I hope Chapter 1 is larger e.e