AN: this is an actual book that I plan on publishing, but I just need different feedback on whether I should pursue this to be published or not. I guess I could call this my focus group ^^

I will post the first two or three chapters, and based on the popularity, I will go from there ^^ Thank you and enjoy

chapter 1

The ground seemed to beckon to me from where I stood at the top of the forty-eight story building. The wind whipped my cinnamon hair into my face and I sighed as I pushed it away. I heard the sirens blaring and people shouting at me from below. The small smirk that escaped on my thin ruby lips couldn't be helped. Some days mortals easily tricked. The last command for me to get down was given and I thought that I might as well give them what they want. So I jumped.

I watched at the people below began to panic as they believed that they were about to witness a death of a young teen. Women screamed, men swore, dogs barked, cats hissed, and time froze. It always seemed to do that when I flew, I only rarely got to fly on my own time. When I flew and felt the wind and updrafts lift my body into the open sky, I just felt so free, so careless. That is until I began to get closer and closer to the ground.

I opened my wings and let the leathery skin, soft feathers, and powerful muscle and bone lift me into the air just before I hit the ground. I couldn't help but laugh at the frantic people below as I flew into the night sky. The looks on their faces were priceless.

Of course my mood was dampened slightly when the sky began to pelt me with freezing rain, soaking my black shirt and size three jeans and plastering them to my tiny frame. I was going to pay for that later.

A beginning feeling of agony began to run through my locking up wing muscles. My black feathers began that stick together and to the skin of my wings began to freeze. The downside to having wings, cold was bad. Fire also had a tendency to disagree with me and the other Enmortals but that was normal, right?

I sighed knowing that I would have to go home and face the music of the great and powerful Jason who monitored my flying. This was not going to be fun seeing as how I am not supposed to be flying, but living a normal life. I angled my wings slightly heading for the apartment not knowing what to expect. If I was lucky, he wouldn't know about it yet. Yeah right that's a good laugh, he always knows everything. The man had to of keep a tracker on me or something.

I landed on the terrace outside of the apartment and walked under the awning to strip down. I shook out my wings and stripped down to my underwear and opened the sliding glass door. I strode inside to a very pissed Jason. His tall frame was stiff with anger. I gazed into his green eyes that normally were friendly but right now were hard and showed anger. Even his dark brown hair seemed to be stiff over his left eye with tension. He strode over and pulled a blanket off of the nearby chair and draped it over my bare shoulders. I shivered when he ran his hand over my Demon mark. The hour glass over my left shoulder gave a light shimmer reminding me just how inhuman I really was.

33I'm known as an Enmortal. Our biggest trait-aside from the wings- is a little design-otherwise known as our Demon mark-on our left shoulders, right over our heart, none the less. Mine is a golden brown hourglass that has red sands falling. It is imprinted in my skin and due to Demonic magic, that only Lucifer himself can use, it glows whenever I go full angel or I eat. Or well get aroused but that hasn't happened yet so yeah.

"Why the hell were you caught flying on the news?" He demanded in his deep british accent as soon as he knew I was warmed up. I shrugged and walked to my room. Leaving him to fume in the living room. He would join me for bed soon enough.

I have never spoken a word in my life. Not one. I just donʼt, end of story. Also my name is Hazreal, but people mainly call me Hazel. I have my wings due to the fact that my now deceased parents made a deal with the devil. He had originally designed us to to help him fight in a war against the holy ones. After making hundreds of us across the globe and training us for years on end, our great father signed a treaty and we became useless. Now I am cursed to live forever with hardly any purpose at all. Occasionally Lucifer calls us to do menial tasks such as helping a fellow, or reaping a soul, or even making someone disappear for political reasons. But otherwise we are supposed to live a "Normal life" which i find impossible. Because of you know the wings.

We don't eat normal food often we generally live off of our Watchers blood, nothing else will sustain me the right way. I mean I can eat and such, like if I drink an energy drink I will still get the same effects as anyone else butI just don't need to eat, most of the time our cupboards are only filled for Jason. Jason comes into play because he is here to take care of me, keep me in line, keep me sustained, and train me for a possible war. If Jason fails in his mission then he is terminated, not that I would tell on him in any way. I love him too much. However we are forbidden from loving each other, as in if we were ever caught married or lucifer forbid in bed doing anything other than sleeping, then we both would be sentenced to death. So when I say that I love him, it is more of a plutonic love when the laws are forced on it, no matter how much I would like otherwise.

There isn't much more you need to know about me. If there was more I wouldn't tell you anyways.