1. Chapter: Falling to the ground
The wind was blowing gently today. It was so peaceful. In the sky there were only some lonely clouds, looking all fluffy and almost begging to be hugged, even if that was not possible. In this quiet atmosphere flew a lonely angel with fluffy white wings, who was still so young and so small. The little creature had orange hair and very light skin, just a little child, almost dancing gracefully through the clouds. He tried not to think about what would happen if he would fall... Because falling or landing on the ground was like begging to die. There were creatures... evil and wicked, you never want to meet them, really...!
You might be able to imagine the young angel's fear, as suddently a cold and harsh wind picked up and ripped on his wings like a hungry beast, trying to catch and kill his prey. The young creature struggled, but even with all his power, he still lost control. The tiny wings, not able to fly anymore, stopped in their movement, as the bright haired angel was tossed around, till he started falling to the ground, not moving at all, like a rock falling from the sky to the cold and filthy dirt below... There he was: Unconscious, not moving at all, tiny and weak; vulnerable. But he wasn't lying there a long time, some minutes after his crash with the hard ground, a pair of golden eyes looked at the little mop of orange. They looked excited, and hungry... The obvious demon licked over his snow white lips with a shocking azure tongue. His eyes sparcled as he observed the young creature. But before he could even come close the the little guy, the angel awoke. Sleepy eyes couldn´t catch the demon, who hid in a bush with amazingly fast movements...
The little angel looked frightened, a lost puppy in a world of wolves. He tried getting up onto his knees first. Yup, his muscles still worked. Then he tried standing, and nope, nothing was broken. The young angel used his small hands to brush dirt from his clothing. He knew for sure some of the dirt was going to stain. He was unaware of the sticks poking from his hair, or of the pale demon watching from a distance that thought he was just a little too amusing.
The demon crawled through the bushes on all fours. He was like the alpha wolf in these woods. He stopped by a large oak tree which had roots sticking out from the ground. The demon placed a hand on one of them and whispered something sinister in an ancient tongue. Slowly the root began to creak, which startled the poor young angel. Before the pure young creature could escape, several roots shot out from the ground and wrapped around the young angel's leg. He could not longer fly, the root was far too heavy for his little wings, and he could only move as far as the edge of the small clearing he was in. The demon smiled in sick satisfaction, and sat back to observe his newest pray.
How funny it was for the evil demon to see the little guy's stuggling, like a little fly, cought in a spinder's net, HIS net, oh how much fun he was going to have~
While the pale guy was thinking about all the wonderful things he could do, the little angel was having other problems. "Lemme go! Go awayyyy!" The poor guy yelled and cried, he never has been in a situation like this. After minutes, that seemed like hours to the little orange-head he stopped his wild movements, way too exhaused to do more then some little muscle stretching as he panted and wimmered in deafeat.
Pure crystall clear tears streamed down the pale face. "Mommy, help me... I don´t wanna be here forever..." Little did he know that crying like that would only get more demons here. And most of them weren´t like the white haired guy, they were mindless... like they had no brain. They weren´t here for having fun, they were here to hunt a prey, and they were going to eat it...