this was scary, it was dark and cold, the rain pouring on my wings. starting to ache from the strain of flying so far so fast. but the shadow was still there. I know it was him again, the demon who was doing everything in his unholy powers to make me a fallen. " get back here! stop running! " the nightmare flying behind me calls out. " no! go away! leave me alone! " this was the seventh time he had done this. and as usual it didn't matter that I told god, I was always put out to the seventh gate to keep an eye out for demonic activity. and every time, he showed up. bakura. the demonic prince of the dark god. " you know I can't do that! " he teases. his voice! right above me!? but how?!
" no! " I yell, tilting my wings to swerve out-of-the-way of the black blur. demons had speed of course, what with no feathers to create drag and all. but us angels had the flexibility. " arg! " the demon roars in frustration. " you'll pay for that you stupid angel! " I was used to such threats from the demon bakura, and flew away as fast as my white wings would carry me. slamming the pearl and gold gates behind me, breathing hard. I jump as I feel a fist close around several feathers in my right-wing. " ah! no! " I scream pulling away as fast as I can, the tears jumping to my eyes as feathers are ripped from their proper places. " get back here angel! " bakura growls after me retreating form. " get back here so I can rip out more! " the anger in his voice just pushes me forward faster. I never got scared, but he scared me. oh, he scared me to death!
I couldn't over power a demon, no angel could. and just the thought of becoming a fallen sent chills down my spine. fallen. the term was never used in heaven. the fallen were angels and demons who had friendly or perhaps even more with each other. that or the angels had purposely moved to hell. the fallen were despised by both sides. angels disgusted, and demons extremely unsettled. the appearances of the fallen changed as well. the angels once white wings, molted and turned black, and the demons horrid leathery wings tore and grew black feathers themselves. that was a fate no one wishes upon anyone. fallen. I never wanted to become one of them. flying as fast as I could to the royal city of Rashid, I fly right to the royal palace to see my father. that's right, god was my dad. Jessie my sister flutters out of her room. " Emmy? are you ok? " she eyes my injured wing. " yea! I'm fine, it's nothing! " i smile at her and try to throw her concern off of me. " it's just him. he came after me again. that's all. " the truth was it hurt like, well, like hell. I didn't want to worry her anymore than I already did. she was always like this. I didn't want her knowing he almost caught me that time.
he caught your wing pretty good this time. " she comments. I didn't know that it was that bad, I didn't think anyone could see it. "yea, just a few feathers, that's all. " Jessie gives me a disbelieving look. " your wing is bleeding all over the place, and I can see the bone." I look over my shoulder at the throbbing mess of my wing. " it's nothing. I'm fine! " I try to convince her. she was - by dads orders - stuck here in the palace, learning the healing arts of angels. " hold still. I'm going to fix this... " Jessie holds her hand over my wound and a faint glow forms over it,. " ok, just don't over do it. " I watch in awe as the skin and muscle stitch back together. feathers returning as well. " there. " she says looking over her work with satisfaction. " all done. " I look over my wing checking it for anything remotely out-of-place. " thanks jess. " I nod. " now, I need to go talk with father. " with that done I fly off farther into the palace. just another day in heaven, or should I say hell?