I laid on the ground, the cool snow falling around me, the sky a faint grayish white as the snow flakes fell hitting and getting stuck in my thick long brown hair. Hitting my face and melting at the fading warmth on it, my left hand sat on my stomach where the sticky feeling still stuck to my hand as the red liquid ever so slowly flowed out onto my hand. The trees around me where a scorched white and black as I stared a the sky my thoughts fading just how did I end up here?

How did I end up in the middle of a fire scorched forest on the ground well it was slowly snowing and having a stab wound in my stomach? One word, one answer echoed in my head.

Sam

Who exactly is Sam? Sam is a man, a man I was sent to protect, and I did, I protected him with my eteral life that move alone made me a target, but I didn't expect i'd be killed for it. I finally subsided but as my eyes closed I felt myself being picked up and a gruff voice filled my ears as I faded.

"this isn't the end for you..you'll see.."

My name is Shelby, I'm a Reaper, I'm somewhat of one of those stereotypical reapers, you know the ones with those big scyths and a hooded cloak? Except I have a few differences from the stereotype. One, I'm not a skeleton, Two, My scyth is slightly more styled out than the ever typical simple one, and I have feathered angel wings. Now let me tell you something about my wings they aren't all white but they aren't all black either rather they're a mix, i'll explain exactly how it is.

My wings are white on the top, gray on the next layer, a darker gray thats speckled with light gray/white and then the final set of feathers is pitch black. The amount of scrubbing i've done to try and clean them so they are white again is futile. I have no longer cared about how my wings look but only because I realized that even if I did have white wings i'd never fit in with the angels, so much for equality. But screw angels, with the way my wings are I walk freely through the second heaven, or for better knowledge of you mortals, Hell. Other demons quickly clear my way well there is only exactly two who refuse to move from my path. One being the father of all demons, Lucifer, Satan, whatever you call him, to us he is known by anything and everything, I call him the Demon king.

But my father the one I am sworn loyalty towards is the other one, He is only a few years older than me in mortal years about two or three to be exact, but he is known as my father even though he isn't through out the second heaven for one reason, He brought me here. The story goes like this or so I was told anyways:

I was left in a clearing to die by fellow angels for falling in love the mortal I was sworn to protect, God being the one to have sent them and refused to stop them as they tortured me before finally one of the angel's feeling pity for my agony took his golden weapon, as each angel has their own golden weapon, his being a spear and drove it through my stomach granting me a guranteed death which would have been slow and painful if not for the demon who saved known only by the name of Thorn, he was one of the Demon king's right hand men, being the demon who controlled Lust. He wasn't a bad looking demon, and from all my time spent in the second heaven I would know, there are some pretty gruesome looking creatures, some decent looking ones meaning they don't make you cringe at the sight of them, and then there were the higher up demons like Thorn who actually had the appearance of regular mortals.

Thorn was taller than the average mortal male, standing somewhere around 6'5", he had slightly tanned skin and well toned muscles being rather large and defined almost as much as a mortal body builder, He had wings that were the cross between the stereotypical wings associated with demons, meaning large black bat wings and pitch black angel wings, in other words his wings held the form of the bat like wings well they were feathered exactly like black angel wings. His facial features where that of what one would expect of the demon of lust they were mesmerizing, he had a well chiseled features, black hair just a shade lighter than that of his wings and eyes the color of the darkest of sea blues. He had a ever so faint aftershadow that seemed to make him even more striking.

Thorn being the one who rescued me was the one who recreated me into the demon I am, or rather he appealed to the Demon king who with a flick of his hand granted Thorn's request as he then showed me the ropes, I learned about the majority of the demons, and I know some of the angel's names but Thorn didn't tell me much about the mortal I was meant to protect, He did tell me my story of how I became an Angel however.

He said and this is as I quote~

I was an accomplished guitarist being at the young age of 19, I had the world in front of me, I belonged to a successful band, I had band mates who were rather the perfect band mates. We rarely argued, we had a good time and to say I didn't have plans for the future was putting it right. One night after a night of playing one show we decided to hit a local club, me being 19 I just barely made it in but I had never been in a club before and of course my band mates felt the need to show me one at least once in my life time, they each proceeded to leave me to my own devices in an unknown club, leading to a rather drunken evening with multiple shots of achohal before I worked up the guts to get out on the dancefloor eventually finding a rather handsome dance partner, eventually leading to the back of the building leading to a hot makeout session, the man proceeded to try and get to second and third base when I gained some sense and that resulted in a seemingly calm man turning into a violent one. I was slammed against the wall hard enough to feel a wet liquid hit my head.

He continued to lose it everytime I resisted bashing me harder against the brick alley wall which soon led to me fading away. I became an angel and I waited twenty long years before I was finally given a task that some angels only had to wait 5 years for. But I hit it with my enthusiasm every ounce of my eteral being before I ended up in the spot that I did and my father saved me. I know very little of the time I spent protecting the man I came to fall in love with, Sam. But later I'll find out that even in the after life, God loves to throw curve balls.

As I played with some of the demons mortals have named as Hell hounds, my father came to me well I played with one sicking it on some of the smaller demons for my entertainment. I looked up when the familiar smooth yet rough hand on my shoulder as I look up and smirk. "Yes, Master Thorn?" I ask in the title I was forced to address any higher up demons than myself in. "Father Lucifer would like to speak with you." He said, now theres a rule about being summoned by the demon king. If you were late you died, knowing how Thorn was always late by a long time meant I was basically in hot water, lets hope he's in a good mood. I nod and quickly rush off my wings hidden under my red hooded cloak as I quickly make my way to the demon king just barely managing to get my breath under control as I enter the room he sat in. "Ah, if it isn't my favorite little Reaper, I suppose you have a good excuse for keeping me waiting." He said standing up.

Oh great looks like I caught him in a bad mood...lucky me...