[Prologue]
There were the mangled bodies, with branches pierced through them, which in a twisted sort of way made it almost seem like they were being embraced by the plants.
There was the fresh crimson blood staining what had once been an immaculately clean white carpet.
There was the smell of death and corpses interlaced into the air.
There had been a family living in the house once, now no traces of them existed except their remains. And there in the middle of it all crouched a trembling girl with wide eyes staring at her pale hands. The hands of a murderer.
An invisible force seemed to constrict the girl's throat making her double over, choking and retching on top of the already stained carpet. Shaking even harder now, the girl wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes, wishing that this was all a nightmare that she would wake up from in a moment.
Tentatively she cracked her eyes open only to see that nothing had changed, her parents, her siblings, still lying on the floor dead. And that's when she broke. The coppery and sharply metallic scent of the fresh blood and the sick taste of bile in the back of her mouth flooded her senses, she had to get away. Scrambling backwards on her hands to get up, she turned and ran.
While the streets had seemed so empty and silent before with only a slight breeze rustling past the closed windows and stirring the dust up from doors and sills, now her blood pounded in her ears.
The girl frantically wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with the back of her hand. She had to get away.
She ran to get away from the place where she had murdered her own blood relatives. She ran to get away from her curse - a curse she had once considered a gift, something that made her unique and special.
She kept running even once the sun had come over the horizon, touching everything and giving warmth to the world. She kept running until she collapsed from exhaustion and closed her eyes, hoping it would all end.
Why was life worth living anyway?
She had no purpose. She was not needed.
The girl was freezing to death, the cold was penetrating her from the inside out. She had already accepted her fate. She would die, there really was nothing more to it and she'd always wanted to know what awaited her on the other side anyways.
The girl started to cry - no emotion showed on her pale face - she simply let the tears flow because of existence.
Hours later the girl lifted her still damp face skywards. A boy stood above her, his eyes never straying from her's even as he held out a hand towards her.
"Come with me," a hand outstretched towards her small frame.
The girl stared upwards with the first emotion on her face in a long while. Hope.
"My master has need of you." The boy was covered in grime and dirt and looked by no means angelic, but to the girl he was one. Slowly, the girl lifted her arm and placed her delicate and fragile hand in his.
He was a light in her darkness which would pull her out.
He was her Angel.