Here is the prologue of my first story then I'm ACTUALLY going to finish.
Summary- "Duc? Sure you're not confused with bastard?" Fallen. That was what he was. A fallen smart arse. I wish he never walked into my life. Too bad I'm related to a half-human half-fallen angel. They're called Nephil's. And one fallen angel. Well I'm his vassal. He wants me dead to become human. Too bad he falls in love with me.
Disclaimer: Like every other person in the world, I wish I was Dan S. But I'm not. I don't own iCarly, Nor do I own Becca Fitzpatrick's Book, Hush Hush.
Chauncy was with a farm girl, on the grassy banks of Loire River when the storm rolled in, and having let his gelding wander in the meadow was left to his own two feet to carry hi back to the chateau. He tore a silver buckle off his shoe, placed it in the girl's palm, and watched her scurry away, mud slinging her body. He pulled his boots on and trudged through the muddy banks, heading for home.
There was a movement within Chauncy's vision and he snapped his head to the left. At first glance what appeared to be an angel. Neither stone nor marble, the boy had arms and legs with a naked torso, and bare feet. His peasant trousers hung low on his waist. His long black hair soaked through with water hung on his blank face.
"Who goes there?" Chauncy's hand had crept towards the hilt of the sword he was carrying with him.
The boy hinted a smile, but Chauncy did not receive the full smile.
"DO NOT play games with the Duc de Langeais. I say give me your name!" Chauncys hand had now pulled out his sword and he was holding it towards the boy.
"Duc? Sure you're not confused with bastard?" The boy leaned against the tree towards his left.
These words hurt Chauncy's pride and he would not allow anyone to disrespect his father. "Take it back! My father was the Duc de Langeais and I have taken over his position!"
The boy shook his head. "Your father wasn't the old Duc"
"And your father?" No answer from the mysterious boy. "I'll ask once more. Who are you?"
The boy walked up and pushed the blade to the ground. "One of the Devil's brood" was his answer.
"You're a bloody lunatic. Move so I can pass you."
"Listen carefully. I need something from you and I won't leave until I have received it. Do you understand?"
He shook his head. More of disbelief then anything.
"I need your oath of fealty. Bend on one knee and swear it. Now."
"Lord, I become your man" Chauncy spat venomously at the boy.
"Meet me here at the start of the Hebrew month of Cheshvan. During the two weeks between new and full moons, I'll need your service."
"A…fortnight! I am the Duc de Langeais!"
"No, you are a Nephil."
"A what?"
"You belong to the biblical race of Nephilim. Your real father was and angel who fell from Heaven. You're half mortal. And half fallen angel."
"Who are you?"
The boy turned and started walking away, and although Chauncy wanted to follow him his legs felt like they couldn't hold his weight. Looking at the boy he saw two thick scares on the back of the boys naked torso. They narrowed to form and upside-down V.
"Are you – fallen? Your wings have been stripped haven't they?"
The boy—angel—did not turn back.
"This service I'm to provide. I demand to know what it is!"
The wind howled above him as the boy laughed, continuing to descend through the trees.
Okay so this prologue is kinda confusing. You won't here from Chauncy personally but there will be mentions of him.
