Just an introduction to my fanfic based on Hush, Hush.

Disclaimer: You don't need one, you don't ever need one...

Chapter 1: Introduction: The Story of an Archangel.

I slowly came to when I could smell a minty bite to the air, that only meant one thing to me… Patch is around. I tied my wild hair into a slightly decent ponytail and then shoved a robe round my silky PJ's. Ran quickly to the bathroom to brush my teeth, i didn't bother to sound inconspicuous and that was showed by my mom shouting.

"Nora, honey, Patch is here!"

"OK! I'll be down in a sec" my words mumbled together through fluoride foam in my mouth. I spat, rinse, and repeated with listerine, my face cringed at the burning sensation, but I always liked the freshness of it. My mouth felt sensitive to the air as my breathing quickened in a hurry to get downstairs.

There he was, my olive skinned Angel. His jet-black hair pleaded to be tangled in my hands, his smile so warm and welcoming yet at the same time, spontaneous but I couldn't help stop the thoughts that had been swimming in my mind since that time my mom thought it was necessary to attend church with her. She thought it would help me take my first relationship seriously, and I should think about 'values over play' as she put it. If only she knew everything… that Patch was actually a real-life Angel. She would start planning a wedding possibly a baby shower, the thought of grandchildren being bought up by an Angelic father would be a thought that would cure any mother-in-law's sweet tooth.

"Patch, would like some more coffee?" My mom asked.

He gave a bright smile and politely declined. My mom warmed up to him a lot more, after realizing our relationship was more than just a summer fling, I guess she knew Patch was here to stay and as much as she didn't want him staying overnight, his strong muscled build had took her fancy as a body guard for me while she was on work trips, especially after last year.

I gave Patch a very deep hug, he was so warm, I could feel him over my bath robe.

"I think I could see a half a boob, your always so teasing in the morning." he whispered to my ear, if I wasn't still sleepy I would've protested against his mood ruining comment, but I let this one pass.

"Right I have to go, you kids be safe, and remember Patch, and you to Nora. Values before play." My eyes rolled at her parting comment before she left.

"What do you want to do?" Patch said with his smile, six months ago it was that smile that scared me, I don't know whether it's immunity but it seemed like a smile that craved adventure.

"I actually want to stay in."

"OK." He sat down on the sofa and I sat beside him, curling into him. I laid my head down onto his lap and looked up to his prominent thick jawline and he was choosing a TV channel.

Suddenly the thoughts of what my moms pastor was saying came into my head. They invaded my view of Patch like wasp to a trash can. I sat back up and looked at him straight in the face, and cupped my hand over his jawline.

"I want to talk to you about something, before you answer, please answer me honestly, it may affect our relationship." My voice croaked, did I really want to know the truth? If it meant losing Patch, but if the answer is what I think it is… Then it would be best.

His face turned into a half-smile as he chuckled his words. "What's wrong?"

I grabbed the remote out of his hand and muted the TV. I waited for a response, by now he should of rummaged through my thoughts but his face turned serious I felt myself getting hot waiting for a reaction. Instead he place arms around me.

"Nora, Angel, what's wrong, you look horrified!"

"Haven't you gone through my thoughts?" I relaxed… slightly

"No, that's something I don't want to make a habit of, it's not done the thing when your an Angel unless it's necessary." It's almost as if he had read my mind.

"That's kind of the subject I want to bring up."

"Yeah?" He asked and let go of me, he looked more confused then anything.

"Let's talk about your boss."

He sighed slightly. "The big man" he breathed.

"Yeah, well, what are the rules and regulations of your job, involving me."

"If the question is, are we allowed to be a relationship, the answer is no, we are not and yes I could lose my wings and become a fallen one again."

My heart pounded, it was the answer I didn't want to hear. I didn't want Patch to go through his wings being torn from his back. What was the point in everything, he got his position as an Angel, he redeemed himself, he still lusted to be human of course, but being an Angel again was also something he preferred over being Fallen.

"Does he know… about us?"

"We are talking about the most powerful being ever right?" He asked, sarcastically. I nodded slightly.

"Yeah, he knows. Probably knew before I even got my wings back."

"Then why have you still got them?"

"Ever heard the saying 'God works in mysterious ways'?" Again I nodded.

"Yeah well it turns out, it isn't just your usual cover up to a mistake, or tragedy. He really does work in mysterious ways, not even Angel's or the Archangels can figure him out, were not meant to."

"You're always so half-assed to follow him, almost like a human." I asked, it was strange, I'd never thought of Angels being like this, like he seen God as a 9 to 5 boss at your local supermarket.

He breathed out a contemplative sigh before he began to speak.

"We Angels are not quite the amazing God's race the bible depicts, the ones written in the bible are the ones that gave important messages they don't count for all of us. We also get tempted, bound by free will. Trust me everything would be a lot easier if we didn't have free will, ex-Archangel Lucifer is prime example."

"Satan" I breathed scared, I couldn't believe that I didn't come to such a realization if Angels were real, so is the most evil of them all.

"Yeah, you see, in many ways, we were built the same as humans, free will, temptation and sinners the major difference is that we were built for different purposes, you were built to live, to experience and to believe he was real, we were built to serve and protect his creations, for that we had to know he was real. Humans are so easily forgiven for that difference, for a fallen angel, they may never be able to redeem themselves and they then usually turn to rebel and become demons. Just like Lucifer."

He noticed the shock on my face. He kissed me lightly, suddenly his kiss made me nervous more, am I the reason Patch will be condemned? I couldn't imagine Patch a demon, I pictured horns, fire stuff out of hollywood.

"That time I read your mind, and no, your not the reason, I am the reason, I sinned, in the first place. And hopefully I wont look like what you just pictured!" He chuckled slightly, I failed to see the amusement, I was completely seriously terrified about what I could of gotten the love of my life into.

"Stop worrying Nora. I wont become a demon, rebellion against God has never been my wish." Slightly eased by his comment and the kiss that followed, I was still in two minds, but I knew Patch, he wouldn't let me go that easily because I'd thought I would condemn him but guilt was still lingering in my mind, and it kept flipping to the image of a devil. There was so many questions, but I wanted to know more about the transition from Angel to Demon.

"What happened in the beginning? Between God and Lucifer." I asked, of course I knew the story, everyone did, but I wanted his version. An Angel's version.

"Well… that is one heck of a story." He said trying to close the subject. I wouldn't budge.

"We got time… start from the beginning"

His face hardened.

"I can't tell you the meaning of life, only an Archangel knows that."

"No I don't want to know that, not right from the beginning, just the beginning of Lucifers and Gods story."

He pulled me closer and he was now talking into my ear.

"Before humans, God was trying to create a sufficient race, much like Angels, but he was failing, creatures you called Dinosaurs, and other pre-historic animals, wouldn't develop, and every era, he would start again only to find the usual unwilling development. Archangel Lucifer was finding it hard to keep with God's reasoning. After he found out why God was creating such creatures, 'the meaning of life' he seemed to be excited, it was from then that we knew, and surely God knew why Lucifer was excited, because that's when rumors circulated, 'God was power hungry' 'He wants all the glory and worship' ex cetera. After God made humans, or back then 'creatures in his image' he knew it was perfect and that he had got it right this time. That's when Lucifer made his move. Humans, to him were easily manipulative and easily discarded and so he wanted to turn them away from God, and towards him, he wanted to be worshipped. You know the serpent story, he told the first humans he was better than God and they should worship him and his Angels. God had set one rule, he told Adam and Eve they did not need to know anything about the logistics of life but just to experience it, it was his gift to them to experience it, but Lucifer tempted them and they gave in. Thus came the big rift, Lucifer and the humans essentially created sin. God angry at the betrayal, punished Lucifer, tore of his wings and all those involved, which was about one third of the Angels."

As he spoke softly into my ear I could feel almost despair in his voice something I've never seen him feel before, it made the images in my mind more chilling to think of, but I was also sure Patch was placing a few of them there on purpose.

"To go against God back then was unheard of, but because he created us with free-will tempting ideas crept into our minds and into our emotions. Anyway, those who had been punished stayed with Lucifer, and started their rebellion, and still to this day, try their hardest to overthrow God, but as always Lucifer fails, he can't succeed, unless he finds the 'one'."

This chilled me more, Patch bought me closer feeling my shiver.

"The one?" I croaked.

"The anti-christ, new world leader, a mere vessel, you see in order for Lucifer to succeed, he needs to play God in a form of a government. Claim to be a messiah, a chosen one. To deceive people into believing him. He can't just come out like he did in the early days, because for people to believe in him, also believed in God and inevitably chose God over him. He has been trying ever since, you'll be surprised how big of a part he plays in your history without even knowing, you can imagine whom he tried to manipulate of course I'm sure. But he has his fair share of followers, most of them don't even take him seriously, they see him as more of a last resort. Being a Fallen Angel is hard, being an Angel your following orders all the time, when your Fallen, your not and most find that very hard to deal with"

After he had finished his story I broke free from him and grabbed his face close to mine. I could the warmth of his breath on my chin. Still frightened I tried to sound as stern as possible.

"Don't you ever, ever join Lucifer." I said.

He chuckled to himself and I felt slightly annoyed.

"I'm not joking. Don't you dare join him." He kissed me softly I fell deeper onto him, straddling him now, he held face close, he rubbed his nose against mine. It sent a tingling sensation over my face.

"I turned down his offer all those years back, and will do it again, trust me. Now I'll make you some Tacos." I could feel his smile on me as he pecked my lips.