It was night, a cold, rainy grey night. Clouds covered the beautiful black sky, and you couldn't even see the stars. It was a depressing night in the city. You would think that the streets would be barren of people, but there was actually a decent crowd of people out and about wandering the streets at night time. A cold , harsh, chilling to the bone wind was blowing through the streets and their elm tree's planted into the side walks, their small green leaves rustling in the chilling wind, as rain pelted the leaves and the wet concrete that paved the streets. The lights illuminated up the streets and the faces of the people, there were some more darker spots of the side walk though. So far it was a pretty good night.
On the farther side of the city, in a decent sized apartment building, devon was lying on his bed staring blankly at the ceiling. His head was still swarming with thoughts and what ifs. He rubbed both sides of his pale face. What the fuck is there to do around here? He glanced out the window for a few seconds as he thought to himself with a heavy , sounding frustrated sigh. His genetics didn't like him resting for more than a hour or two a day. After about 10 minutes of him lying there on his bed, he finally got a idea, he was going to go for a walk. He managed to push himself up, he was now sitting straight up on his bed. He suddenly got a major, piercing head ache and groaned in pain, he held the sides of his head as the pain went away slowly.
The young adult angel, a mere fledgling, got out of his bed stumbling a little bit, he swiftly regained his balance and steadied wooden floor beneath his feet squeaked, sounding some what mocking. Devon laughed. His white/grey wings were spread widely out as he walked over to the closet, he plucked out his straight jacket type thing. he stared at it for a few minutes and then his wings folded up flatly against his back as he slipped the straight jacket on and buckled it up tightly. His face cringed a little , it slowly returned to his normal facial expression. He hastily grabbed his favorite leather jacket and put it on, swiftly zipping it up and walking over to the shadow of a lamp, he stared into the darkness of it for a few moments, his eyes flicker black momentarily before he walked into the shadow, disappearing into it.
He appeared on the other side of city, the more dark side of the city, the druggie and gang side as some people may call it. He didn't expect it to be raining out. He sighed out of pure happiness. Devon loved the rain, he liked the way it felt on his bare pale skin, the way it felt on his face, and espacially the way it felt on his wings. Unfortunately his wings had to be hidden from human eyes, since they could not know what devon is. He shoved both of his pale hands into the depths and security of his pockets. He began to walk down the sidewalk silently, his feet making no noise at all on the wet concrete below his black buckled boots. He didn't have his hood up, and he didn't plan to put it up either.
He had been walking for about a hour now, the street lights above him hitting his face softly, but no shadow. Some people turned their heads as he walked by, some of them even whispered to one another or cursed nasty things under their breath, thinking devon wouldn't hear them. He did hear them , but he ignored them, them and they're stupid words. He was known as the shadow walker in this city. Every now and then his blue , angelic eyes would glance to the rainy sky above him. He was soaked from the rain, his clothes drenched and his hair dripping wet, he didn't want to go home yet though.
He turned a corner, turning into a dark alley, not paying attention, he bumped directly into crowley…