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Wings -Chapter One
It was a cold crisp winter day. a lone figure sat in the middle of a long forgotten flower field, her long black hair contrasted beautifully with her ice blue eyes and pale skin. Her sinfully pump lips trembled with hurt and sorrow. White wings ripped from her back covered in her own blood and tears. She stood there in the middle of the snow-covered flower field.
"Why?" She asked him as tears dripped out of the corners of her eyes.
Another figure stepped out of the shadows. His glossy white sliver hair was covered in snow, a little bit ruffled up like he just got out of bed. He had two red stripes on each cheek, and a blue crescent moon on his forehead. His golden eyes looked at the shaken petite figure in the middle of the flower field.
She was an angel. He was a demon.
"What did I do to deserve this Sesshoumaru?" She asked as she slipped the silver engagement and inspected it.
"I tried to ignore the key clues of your... Disloyalty. But they just became more relevant and constant... I get you're a male, Sesshoumaru-sama" he flinched. "But on our wedding night?"
Her voice was as cold as ice. She looked at him her eyes were void of emotion. Her wings spread out getting ready for a hasty retreat.
"You are worse than Inuyasha, my love." With that she left.
A blur of feathers was there and now was gone.
1200 - England
A shadow.
that's all she was... Blue eyes darted around the alley way. The rain made a soft patter on her red trench coat. Her boots made soft clicks. It has been 500 hundred years since she had her wings broken. She now made it her life goal to hunt down the monster that did this to her.
Angel without her wings is like a dolphin with no flippers. They can't swim so they drown. They die in angel society, along with all their records and knowledge about the other world. But she slipped through the cracks.
She remembered everything... Her past life, her daughter and once lover.
Everything...
She remembered feeling so utterly hopeless as her baby angel was ripped from her arms. The way her past flame abandoned her for a wind witch. Her nose scrunched up in distaste as she past a homeless beggar. 'Humans are all so weak.' she thought with distaste. Her senses were higher than most, because she was a mix. she had wings, broken ones, but she did not have her purity. She could hear, smell, see and sense better, but it did not make up for her broken soul. She was a demon in her eyes. She lived to hunt, and kill without remorse.
She past the orphanage.
She would not be visiting the children today. No she had to kill an enemy. One of the main reasons her life was filled with pain and she would not stop until he was gone.