A/N: Yesh, I know...a very short prologue. I'm just testing the idea out actually. I won't be able to post the first chapter until after this weekend since I've got alot of stuff going on, but hey! I felt like it was a good idea and scenes of this story just keep playing over and over again in my head so I figured I should write it down before my head explodes. XD
THIRD FIC! Whoooo!!! head explodes
Dresden
Prologue: In The Beginning
Father Scott Jacob lowered his ancient body into the creaking chair pushed close to his desk, taking a deep breath as the setting sun leaked through the window, casting the room in a blood-red wash. The dust settled as he ran a wrinkled hand over the worn red-leather book in his lap, a distant frown tugging at his lip.
The room was suddenly pitched into darkness as the setting sun was sucked behind the black clouds that had been looming over the small island-town of Woolsworth for hours. The Father heaved a large sigh and opened one of the desk drawers, letting the handle clatter back into place as he gently removed a white-wax candle from the depths.
The candle sputtered to life at the touch of a match.
Scott silently took up the twisted green-quill pen that had lain reverently by his hand until that moment, uncorking the ink well with a soft intake of breath and letting the cork roll in mindless circles. The red leather book settled perfectly into the wood-grains of the ocher desk, waiting silently with its unfilled pages.
The dark crimson ink rippled in its glass well as Father Jacob plunged the end of the quill beneath its surface, letting it drip dry for several seconds before transferring the quill-tip to the yellowed paper of the leather book.
He took a deep breath, and let the quill spin…
In the beginning…there were Angels. And in the end…there were Demons. I was once a holy man. The people of this town called me 'Father', and they were all my children. I once believed that God was watching us. I believed He had a plan. I believed a lot of things…and for once, I believe I placed my faith in the wrong place.
For in the beginning…there were the Angels. Creatures of light, neither man nor beast. The flowers spread where they walked, and the birds sang when they neared. In the beginning, there was life…but as I have learned…all living things must die.
For in death…there were the Demons.
I once believed in God.
Yet I believe no more.
Listen to my story.
The story of my Angels…who fought like hell, to keep the Demons at bay…
