Prologue
Fallen Angel
The street lamps guttered and a cold breath rushed through the hair of the guy in the trenchcoat. It had been a rough day without any sign of success. The steps behind him got closer. He tried to run faster but thank the first wound they did to him, he couldn't help it.
'Hey! you bastard! You can't run for the rest of your life. Why not end this pain?', they called for him.
'I'm not what you think I am. Please let me go.'
'Of course you are. You are one of these bitches of Lucifer. A fucked up demon, that's what you are.', they shouted at him.
'How many times do I have to repeat it? I'm an angel... a heaven's spirit. Now let me go.'
'You are a freak. That's it. Nothing but a freak.', the angel heard his tracker only a few steps behind him.
'Here you are.', the men laughed and stabbed a knife trough the angel's back.
'Another one we got rid of.', they said and laughed.
The helpless guy carried his hurt body to the next phone box. After he locked himself in the box he sank down on his feet and if anybody would have been near him, one might have seen a tear running down his face.