EVIL2: First off I want to inform all who choose to read this that this is a collaberated story; Like all other stories written by us (Evils Anonymous), but this particular story, we descided to get our other Comrad to write up a character and so she did and Marcel was "born".
EVIL 1: Alright enough with all the idle chatter... Lets get this FIC ON WITH!
EVIL 2:Ok...

DISCLAIMER!
We own nothing of DMC(1,2,or 3) and would like to clear that up right now!
The only thing of this story that we own are the three orignial characters Israfela,
Tal, andMarcel... Oh yeah and the Cat too...!

Chapter 1: FREE FALL!

Blinding light entered the room as Israfela walked through the passageway into the dim hall of judgment, wearing only a simple plain white tunic and pants. At a glance she looked to be quite young, about 18 or so but with the sullen and serious look on her face she could have been any age. She walked to a single spot where she would be judged; her head hung low in shame with her dark hair draping over some of her face. She had failed as a Guardian Angel, to protect the woman know as Eva, from the corrupt ways of a demon called Sparda, and for this should would be punished.(A/N Even though Sparda did something good for the world by sacrificing himself most in heaven find all demons, no matter what evil and corrupt… so to all of you who are Sparda lovers… Sorry.)

"Israfela." The booming voice of the Archangel Gabriel called out. "You are here on the grounds of failure. We of the Archangel rank have thoroughly looked through your files and case and have come to a just form of penance for you." He announced a hint of glee in his voice. Every one knew he despised her, and for him to get this opportunity to judge her was more than he could have hoped for. She gulped silently, though her face showed no sign of fear for she refused to let him see that she was afraid.

"You are to be here by removed from Heaven and sent down to the Earth-" He stated.

"Please, I beg of you… I know I have committed an unfixable mistake, but please spare me the shame of a Fallen One!" Her eyes wide and filled with tears. She knew Gabriel was enjoying all of this, till a voice spoke and a bright shining figure stepped next to Gabriel.

"Dear child, do not fret so soon." The figure spoke out. Gabriel jumped not seeing the LORD standing next to him. Israfela looked at him shocked. God smiled at her. "Yes it is true that you shall be sent to Earth, for it seems that they are in need of help. Demons run rampant with little or none to stop them, as you very well know." She nodded. "So you shall be sent to Earth, and yes you will undoubtedly become a bearer of dark wings, but have faith, as you always have, for should you complete this trial period, then I believe that there is a very good chance that you may return home, where you belong." He smiled at her again seeing her smile back at him relieved.

"Thank you, LORD." She said bowing low. He walked up to her causing her to look up at him.

He placed his hand on her back right between her white wings. She held back a small cry of pain as a stabbing sensation spread from where he touched her though her whole back. "To make sure that all know you are not just any angel of fallen class, I mark you with your new rank." He said as he lifted his hand from her.

"New rank?" she asked puzzled, the pain now stopped.

"Yes, you are, for now and until you return, a Fallen Angel of Fate. You have always had a gift of Sight, and now you can put it to its best use. Help prevent the destruction of something so precious." He said nodding to her. And with that he was gone, as well as every thing else. All she could feel was wind rushing at her head first and clenching her teeth as she felt an unbearable burning at her wings as she fell through the air. It was all she could do not to scream out in pain, when suddenly she landed with a hard "Wham! Squish!" sound as she slowly opened her eyes to see what she had landed on.

"Drip, drop, drip" Demonblood dripped from Tal's nowbloodstained silver hair as she walked slowly down the empty street. It was an unusually warm night and Tal couldn't help but notice the ice cream shop happened to be open still.

"I think I deserve a treat, yes, most definitely!" she smiled praising herself and walking into the ice cream shop. A few minutes she returned happily licking a chocolate ice cream cone and continued on to her home.

Suddenly there was the loud sound of flapping fabric and feathers as she slowly looked up tongue out in mid lick. "Holy Sh-"! She started as the figure of a young winged girl came crash landing on top of her with a rather loud "Wham! Squish!"! Angrily she struggled to get the winged girl off her, and quickly stood up; ice cream plastered over her face and front of her shirt. The girl looked up at her while she looked down at her.

"DEMON"! They both shouted and pointed at each other at the same time.

"I am no demon…" The winged girl stated plainly "I am Israfela, but you, on the other hand are a demon!"

"Yeah, so what?" Tal asked annoyed, whipping the ice cream from her fare skin and rolling her eyes. "And you…Israfela… owe me a buck!"

Israfela looked at her quizzically. "Where is this buck you are referring to, for I see no creature resembling the buck of which I am familiar with?"

Tal shook her head and sighed. "Never mind, so what are you suppose to be then?" She asked eyeing her and her wings slowly.

"Would you believe, I was an angel?" She asked meekly. Tal shook her head still not sure what the hell was going on. "I didn't think so" Israfela sighed as she slowly reached back to gently unbind her now burned and sore black wings. (A/N: When an angel is kicked out of heaven their wings are bound to prevent them from trying to come back before the first gate can be closed). Tal jumped back and drew her gun as Israfela reached behind her not sure of what she was doing. When Israfela turned back she was staring down the barrel of a .45 semiautomatic with wide eyes. "What do you plan to do with that?"

"Um… Nothing." She said quickly putting the gun away, seeing that the fallen angel was not going to attack. Slowly Israfela stood up only to fall back on the ground with her wings spread out behind her, moaning softly in pain.

"Ow…" Israfela moaned staring up at the sky, hearing the soft chortles of unsuccessfully repressed laughter. Slowly a gloved hand reached down and effortlessly lifted her to her still shaky feet. "Thank you" she said as she slowly regained her balance enough to stand.

"You're… uh, welcome. So what are you stuck on Earth for anyways?" Tal asked curiously. Israfela looked at her trying to decide whether to tell her or not when three Hell Prides flew out of the window of the bar down the street. A young woman wearing an orange and black body suit walked out from the bar aiming her .44 semiautomatic at the Netherworld Jailors.

"Still think you can take me? You little shits!" She roared at them a manacle grin on her face. Tal looked over and rolled her eyes and rushed over already drawing out her red and black .45 semis Lass and Lucia.

"Hey Marcel! Save some for me will ya!" She called out excitedly as the sandy blonde looked over, her grin widening, though to a more pleasant look. Tal looked back at Israfela and called back to her. "Yo! Izza, come and join the party!"

Israfela looked over, she had known all about demons as well as other things, but she had only read about them and on occasion encountered them in her past missions. She sighed and slowly walked over as already gun shots were being fired and scythes were being swung. There was only one Hell Pride left by the time she had made it over and it seemed that Tal and Marcel had saved it for her.

The two looked Israfela over not seeing any weapons on her and wondered how she would deal with the netherworld Jailer. The Hell Pride on the other hand in seeing the fallen angel let loose a horrid screech and charged after her, scythe swinging for her head. From the corner of her eye she picked out the demon coming at her and lifted her right arm up slightly to block. As she did so a black blade shot out of an unknown hilt in her arm. She caught with the same hand. The sound of metal on metal startled her as she saw the scythe mere inches from her face only to be stopped by the sword in her hand, of which she had no clue as to where is came from.

An inscription on the blade read Deluhathol. Slowly, as if possessed, a smile spread on her face as she slid under the scythe and spun slicing through the Hell Pride. It didn't get rid of it but it was pretty astounding for her. She hacked away at the jailor till nothing remained of it but sand. "Wow, who's your new friend Tal? And where can I find more like her?" the sandy haired blonde chuckled.

"You could say, she just fell from the sky," Tal answered, her words laced with sarcasm. "No joke Marcel!" She looked at her as she looked to be on the verge of a laughing fit. Tal rolled her eyes letting out a sigh of defeat. "Ok, well anyways. Marcel this is little dark winged devil -".

"I AM NOT A DEMON!" The winged little fallen angel burst out. "I am Israfela, once a Guardian Angel and… well sadly now of a fallen class." She sighed as she announced the finial statement and cast her gaze at the ground.

"Whatever you say kid, though I don't doubt the fallen angel crap. Man just look at your wings." Tal said as she looked at her, half a grin on her face. Marcel smiled shaking her head.

"How is it Tal that all the interesting things happen to you?" She chuckled. Tal looked at her and shrugged.

"Just lucky I guess." They both smiled at each other. "So Izza-"

"Israfela." She stated plainly.

"Whatever, Izza. So do you have a place to stay, or do you plan to stay out on the streets?" Tal asked ignoring the dark winged one's correction. Israfela stood there silent, she hadn't planned on where she could have stayed, and really she had no idea how long she would be on Earth.

"Hey I have an idea. She can stay with us!" Marcel said in an excited tone.

"Oh no Marcel I wo-" Tal started

"Oh come on Tal, you know you wouldn't mind. Besides you asked, not me" Marcel stated.

"Wha- I wouldn't want to be an inconvenience." Israfela said sounding somewhat meek.

"Look see she does not want to be and incon… Inconve…A nuisance!" she growled at Marcel.

"Look Izza-"

"Israfela!"

"Yeah ok, well look here. You would be in no way a bother to us, just as long as you can pull your own weight around." Marcel said, a large fangy grin on her face, and with that grabbed the dark haired girl and led her off in the direction of Tal and hers home.

Marcel ran though the door and through a doorway as soon as she entered the house with Tal and Israfela following slowly behind. Tal walked through the door of her "humble abode" with Israfela a few feet behind.

"Well here we are. I guess I should give you the "grand tour"…" The silver haired woman said as she walks on. " Well this is the living area… Over there where Marcel ran into is the "evil place", a.k.a. the kitchen. Up the stairs past there are more rooms. Farthest back is the bathroom, next to that on the right is my room. You are not allowed there. Next to that is the weapons room and Marcel's room is across from that. Now next to her room is a study of sorts… actually it was another bedroom, but it ended up getting filled with books and a computer or two, but over all there is a bed there and that is where you will be sleeping. Now any ques-" She stopped looking back to see no one behind her. She walked back down the stairs to see the little fallen one stuck in the door, or more precisely her little dark wings.

"Ummn… A little assistance here would be greatly appreciated!" Israfela called out to Tal who stood there pondering whether to laugh of help her out. In the end she reached a compromise and did both, laughing as she opened the door wide enough so that she could clear the doorway.

Israfela pulled her wings as close as was physically possible for her, and rubbed the spot where the door had caught them. "Thank you."

"Welcome, now back to the …" Tal began.

"COME BACK HERE YOU EVIL LITTLE ABOMINATION!" A loud shout came from the kitchen. Both Tal and Israfela rush over to see what was going on. Tal skidded to a stop in front of the kitchen doorway in time to see a furry little ball of orange stripes zip past Marcel and bound into her arms.

" Great, why is it that you are always at war with my sweet little kitty here?" Tal asked a very angry Marcel.

"Sweet? You have got to be kidding me! That lazy little ball of fur is plotting my demise! I know he is!" Marcel growled at both cat and owner.

"You are imagining things… he wouldn't do that." Tal said happily nuzzling her precious cat.

"Whatever," Marcel walks past Tal and whispers to the cat, "I've got my eyes on you, fur ball." And with that Marcel was stomping up the stairs.

"Does this happen often?" Israfela asked from behind Tal.

"Yeah every day… Oh yeah! This is my cat Ziperunius Oliver Dido Edward St. Kittycus III," She said extending the cat out to let Israfela see, " but you can call him Zip-zip or Zippers."

"Hello there Zippers" The dark winged girl said extending her hand to pet him. Zippers hissed at her and attempted to swat at her with a very sharply clawed paw. She pulled her hand away quickly and looked at Tal who was smiling at the cat.

"Isn't he cute" Tal said in a sugary tone of voice.

"Adorable, uh, I think I will go check out my room now." And with that she left the demon hunter and her evil cat in the doorway of the kitchen and made her way up the stairs to her new room.

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