Summary: This is a Venger/Sheila story. In it, Sheila falls completely to evil. You should probably be warned that it is extremely graphic. It is definitely rated M for Mature.

Author's Notes:

a) Originally, a fan fiction writer, named C. Bell, wrote a one-shot story called Angels Will Fall. Then she took it down and posted a message here at the fan fiction website that she no longer writes. I contacted her to get permission to use her title and the idea, and she said yes! I'm using part of the original story as well.

b) I rewrote the first chapter, thus making it three chapters. It was missing some stuff, so I added a lot to it. If you already read it, please take your time to read the first chapter again before you read chapter two.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Dungeons and Dragons cartoon. All characters and events depicted herein are used without permission.

Thanks: Thanks to my beta-reader Rana Kane. Not only is she a really nice person, but she is my friend, too. (If you have never been to her website – Rana's Realm Lore - visit it - It's pretty cool!) I would also like to thank C. Bell for giving me the idea. Bubbles Hentai's story, The Choice, was also a really big influence. I originally read The Choice at Dark Haven. Currently, Dark Haven is down, but if anyone wants to read the story, message me, and I'll send it to you. Oh, and I really liked Fade To Black by Wandz!

Angels Will Fall

By

D.B. Cooper

Preface

There are some things that cannot be forgiven. Betrayal by friends has lead many to a fall. Mankind's history is one long path of it.

The worst betrayal is betrayal of the heart. It can be neither forgotten, nor forgiven. One tends to answer such with vengeance. But at what cost? Vengeance consumes the heart, eats away at the soul. What is left, then? This is the story of one such betrayal and it's consequences. . . .

Chapter One

Separation

It was raining heavily as Sheila turned and walked away from the others. Already she was drenched head to foot. Water swam from her hair, and her cheeks were red from crying and yelling. A tiny voice within her insisted this was not happening. But it was.

An overwhelming anguish coursed through her as the rain pelted her. It felt as though she would never again ever feel any other emotion — nothing but pain and heartache. It was like an arrow piercing Sheila's heart — a fiery, golden thing. It seemed to shed not her blood, but a rage that overshadowed all other emotions. Whether in weakness or in strength, it was this that allowed her to make a choice she could never have imagined mere hours ago — she resolved to leave.

In her heart, Sheila knew that she would never see her friends again. However, she didn't have a choice. In the mind-numbing pain of heartbreak, of ultimate betrayal, it had been the only choice. To be alone. . . . It had always been her greatest fear — to be separated from her friends. Now she went willingly. She had to leave them. She had to go and she had to do it right now.

Sheila could feel them staring at her as she left. She could see that they were just as stunned as she was and too shocked to react. She was going, just like that.

Tears ran down her face as she walked, the heat of her tears a staunch contrast to the cold rain. Her mind was numb, but one thing she knew was that she was no longer friends with any of them. Even her brother. There was nothing left to say, nothing left for her with them. Uni bleated pitifully as she left, but Sheila ignored her as the village faded behind her.

Why? I thought you loved me. How could you! Why did this have to happen? It hurt so much.

They had been together for nearly a year. She had thought he was close to marrying her. It had happened the night before in one of the many nameless towns they passed through. They had gone to a tavern — an inn, really. Sheila hadn't been feeling well after a few drinks and had gone up to the room she was sharing with Diana. The next day, she had looked at Hank and known. Afterwards, she had wept bitterly for hours.

Sheila had seen that the blond serving-wench had been interested in Hank when they first arrived, but she had ignored it. After all, Hank was with her, wasn't he? Surely, he wouldn't do that. He had told her that he loved her, and she believed him. And she had told him that she loved him. Their love for each other had been pure and right. They would spend the rest of their lives together, either at home or here in the Realm. Or so she had thought.

Eric had let it slip. Sheila had looked at Hank and just known automatically by the way he looked at her. What he had done was in his face and his eyes. It was betrayal. Pure and simple. There was no other word for it. It had begun then.

The worse part had been Diana's reaction. She had simply stayed inside, out of the rain with Presto. They hadn't come out to even try to talk to her. It was as if they weren't even remotely involved. There was no apology or flimsy rationalization for it.

Hank had tried to apologize to her, claiming that it was an accident. "I had too much to drink, and it just happened, Sheila. It wasn't about you or us. She came onto me, and it just happened. I didn't mean for this to happen. I swear to you, to God, that I love you. Please, please forgive me. I slipped, that was all."

Sheila had turned away when he spoke, but now she stared back at him, incredulously, before finally yelling in a tearful voice, "Your being drunk is no excuse! What you did was wrong! It didn't just happen, and you can't make it right with an apology and you know it!" She hadn't been able to control the tears anymore. Her throat was tightening. It took an effort to even breathe. Acknowledging it, saying those things aloud had made it all too real. It was over.

Dimly, she realized that Hank was talking to her. "Don't," she had said. "Just don't." She backed up a step. "I just can't, Hank. I . . . can't. . . . Ever." Sorrow and ache flooded her being until it felt as if she would never be able to feel anything else.

"Sheila, please," he had begged through his own tears. "Don't leave me. Don't leave us. Please. I love you."

Sheila just stared back at him. Then Eric had butted in. "No big deal," he said. "You'll just be mad at him for a few days, and then you'll get over it."

"Jeez, sis, what's the problem? I mean it isn't like Hank really did anything to you on purpose." Sheila knew that her brother was just a little boy and didn't understand. Still though, the pain of his reaction had been overwhelming.

That had done it. That was when her mind had been made up. They were all gone from her life. As simple as that, she could no longer be with them. Even if they could return home, she still wouldn't go back with them.