Full summary: Cast out of heaven for the chaos and destruction they've caused, two groups of fallen angels part their ways in total remorse over the loss of their homeland and what is their identity- their wings. One prophecy however, states that only one side may return to heaven- in which a being more powerful than any of them combined is to guide them on their way. However, it is this powerful being's choice and honor for whom he will grant passage to their home. Through deceit and trickery, the epic destruction is once again cause of something they were so close to attain. Flash forward centuries later in the small state of Ohio. Blaine Anderson, their so-called leader is brought to attention as a new, yet familiar face is welcomed. One familiar face that goes by the name of Kurt Hummel.

A/N: AHH! LOOK! I'm back. For those of you who don't know, this is a RE-DO, you can call it, of my other fanfiction. I would say more, but I'll just leave you to it. You know the usual- I don't own freaking GLEE okay?

PROLOGUE

The sound of soft footsteps echoed through the halls of Dalton Academy; This prestigious all male private school buried under thick trees in Westerville, Ohio. A man, no taller than 5'-9'- with eyes that held the richest of hazel, held a stature that radiated that of an old soul; in the place of a teenage boy nonetheless. His eyes held deep struggle, as if he's been through so much in his time on Earth. For they were tried eyes- eyes that deemed to have been put through centuries of pain and remorse. However, with his hazel eyes flashing bright, it gathered the courage and indignation within. Events that he has grown from and has kept his head held high ever since- never looking back.

He's going back. Back to where it all started. "Blaine" Wes called out. The dark haired boy turned to meet the twinkling eyes of Wes and David," Welcome back" He smiled.

Slam! The sudden impact of the cold metal knocked Kurt Hummel to his knees, releasing a hiss of pain. His glazs eyes- which have now turned into a bright green- flashed in question and in anger. When will this torment in his own personal hell and pain from Dave Karofsky come to an end?

Through his disorientation, he pulled himself off the ground with the strength he could muster- wobbling on his right leg as he did so. He felt a wave of nausea pass through him. Ugh. Déjà vu…that's what it probably was. Though Kurt won't admit it to anyone but himself, he's been having much of these little flashbacks for a while now- images that resemble hazy memories that come and go. This one however, happened to appear in a dream from the previous night. However, instead of visions of solitude, actual people- men- were involved- people whom Kurt can't seem to disassociate with. People he has the strongest feeling he has or will meet.

Warblers. Now that name seems familiar. Poignant and embedded in his brain forever- he thinks. He doesn't know anymore; then again, did ANYTHING in Kurt Hummel's life make sense to begin with?

It was dark. A boy with brown hair and eyes that currently held the most mesmerizing shades of blue and greens shuffled through the dark corridors of an empty hallway. This building—a prestigious and almost royal palace—looked eerie and mysterious at this time of night.

The boy managed an exhale in his panic of a state. His heartbeat quickened and he could feel the blood pulsating through his veins. He gasped as he paused in the center of the common room of this private- school like sanctuary.

There were intruders; The Trio of Darkness—or Trio of Tenebre as the Italians call it: Xander, Kieran, and Demetri. They were sinister beings; demonic and sadistic. Their eyes held a cold black that sent chills down his spine. In all truths, that was who they were. Unlike the others, the friends Kurt presumed this blue eyes boy has grown attached to, these were soulless beings; Beings who had not a care in the world.

The Trio of Tenebre were known as one of the supreme rulers of the underworld-except for Satan himself of course. Underworld. Hell. It was all the same. Kieran and Demetri, the twins of the trio, were the complete opposite, yet completely alike at the same time; Tall, slim build with chestnut hair and those demonic eyes. Then there was Xander, the leader of them all.

Unlike the two brothers, his jet black hair and somewhat paler skin than all the other demons, was contrast towards his eyes- the richest and darkest of black a person could ever find. He was darker and more sinister than anyone could imagine.

"Well well well, lookie what we have here…" Xander cocked a smirk as he fondled with the gavel on the stand.

He gulped," What do you want from me?" He said with a sense of courageousness.

"Oh. You know exactly what we want. The only problem is…we know exactly what you won't give us." He averted his gaze for a moment to look around the room, mock resentment evident on his face. "Pity." He said nonchalantly, clicking his tongue.

He signaled to the other two behind him as they nodded. Before this boy could register what was happening, he felt the air being knocked out of him- his chest constricted; Every breath he took made it harder to function.

Demetri and Kieran appeared at the boy's side with a look that said they were satisfied. Xander's eyes flashed with anger. Kurt felt a burning in his chest; a pounding in his head. He fell to the floor as he clutched to himself, willing for the pain to subside. Xander was far from furious by now through his raging, never-ending anger. "You think your little Warblers are the only ones with power?" he shouted.

"Blaine…" He uttered, choking on his words as he was starting to lose consciousness. Xander bent down to the huddled up boy, grasping his face and making him look at him," Blaine isn't here right now. Don't you understand Kurt? You had the choice. You obviously chose them. And that is NOT okay." He said through gritted teeth." Look at where you are now. Look at what they did you." His voice rose," The consequences…if you had only been the wiser and sided with us. Look at this pain that your beloved little Blaine has done to you. Do you think he is worthy of your love? That any of them is worthy of your power?" He kicked the boy in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain, moans escaping his lips. "Of course not."

The boy- Kurt- could feel his body tense and subside to numbness as cold air breathed against his neck. Coal black eyes stared at him now and he could see his reflection, but also prey in it's eyes. As Kurt stared into the cold eyes of his now sudden predator, he could see all the deaths, murders, pain, and anguish in that quick little glance.

Kurt's crystal clear blue ones that show complete innocence juxtaposed with those deep black ones that showed nothing but complete malevolence. He tried to squirm out of Xander's cold and rough grasp. Kieran and Demetri noticed this deep struggle and decided to help- Xander. The pair came from behind, holding Kurt there in place. His hands, shackles, and he is the prisoner of this deathly and sinister ending of a life. As Xander stared directly into Kurt's eyes, it turned into a battle of clashes, glares, and resentment towards the other. Kurt could feel a tingling sensation sending shockwaves through his veins; Like something was trying to rip out his soul.

Xander broke his gaze and the pain subsided as Kurt let out a breath- only to resume even harder. The Trio formed a circle, reciting a satanic chant in Latin that Kurt could slightly pick up," This being knows not what we have in store, but listen closely, our satanic savior, we will tell you more. Heavy as a gasp, quick as a wink, he is currently the passage and our only link. He will be ours one day, for only a mind-erase away. Memories are nothing but a fickle thing, but when I'm done with him, our shining treasure brought back- a halo, a wing. Worry and fret not little angel of destiny," they directed towards Kurt," for when you awake in nothing more than a century- you will be ours only and help in our path. For any petty Warbler who gets in my way will feel my wrath. So, close your eyes, you will awaken to a new day, your previous life as a fallen angel diminished away. When time has come for you to do your part, the glimpse and flash of a past life will soon restart."

Kurt felt the tingling increasing, intensifying by the second. A wave of pain passes through and its over. Kurt's body lay motionless on the floor. With a gasp, the
cold, blue, empty eyes are suddenly awakened with a new color. Coal black. Kurt stands up slowly, shaking violently and looking down at his new pale white form, as he has never seen before.

"What have you done?" he said through gritted teeth, still shaking. He felt nauseous and out of place-out of his own self even though he wasn't.

The Trio seems more than satisfied by now. "Like I said. Your little friends aren't the only ones with special abilities." he said nonchalant and calm; his mood changing quickly evoking a shudder from Kurt.

Kurt suddenly felt a stab in his chest, and it was as if his whole body was on fire. He grasped onto the table, in dire need of clutching onto something stable. He choked, his insides turned and he wished for nothing more than death at that very moment.

"Oh. Don't worry. You're nearly there. " Kieran said, literally reading his mind.

"You won't choose for us to take with you. That's fine with us. I mean, all we really need is your soul." continued Demetri.

Kieran continued once more with him," but then again...it is far more than just your soul to decide, but yourself as well."

Kieran and Demetri alternated eachother, eyes distant in a trance,"He will be lost and found again..."

"But only through help and a long lost friend."

"Order and chaos will once again fight. For that chance..."

"The shining, the light."

"Not only the chosen one will aid and conspire..."

"For a one-time friend who has run..."

They both recited at the same time,"Thou shall not pass will burn under hell's fire."

Their eyes glazed over.

Before Kurt could register what was happening the pain returned. "I have no use of you anymore..." Xander said.

He gasped and fell to his knees, shaking convoluted as if he was a victim of an exorcism.

"I'll see you soon..Kurt." he smiled cynically along with Kieran and Demetri. They laughed- a dark and evil laugh.

The world spun around him, he felt dizzy and nauseous. His body moved; his mind consciously unaware of his actions. He didn't know what he was doing-the last thing he noticed was a stab in his breast, a desperate plead of his name-and darkness.

Kurt shook his head in attempts to rid of the horrid nightmare. In his opinion, it is the single most terrifying thing his mind has ever conjured up in his entire life.

Wait! Kurt backpedaled. He did hear Warbler. They're show choir competition according to Mr. Schuester aren't they? All this just seems like a jumbled mess. This was really starting to confuse him. Warblers? Fallen angels? Prophecies? And who the heck is Blaine? The dream looked like another one of those random supernatural movies.

Kurt contemplated this for a moment as he gathered his belongings, heading out the door. But why did it look so real, almost as if it was a hazy memory or something?-literally. No Kurt! Don't think like that. They're just regular people who are participating in a show choir competition. Fallen angels..pfft. How did my mind make up something as silly and absurd as that?

Bang! The sound of a gavel hitting the wooden banister of the Warbler stand hit with a satisfying sound that echoed the common room. The three members of the Warbler council: Wes, Thad, David, sat at their respective seating with chins held high in signal of respect, honor, and superiority.

These Warblers- group of private school boys- weren't ordinary Dalton students. They went to classes-and excelling at that-, they had their massive piles of homework. What was different, however, was the way they executed it.

So here the rest of the Warblers were, seated in front of the council, minds aloof from the current happenings despite the recent bang of a gavel.

You'd think using that using thing for centuries would eventually bore and wear off excitement. Nope! Not with Wes. Blaine, however, was so annoyed that the gavel is getting on his last nerves. So much, that he'd rather it burn in hell.

Blaine. Don't test the gavel! Need I not remind you that she's the one thing that keeps the peace when we are in chaos. Wes thought towards the aforementioned. That damn telepathy. I understand that we all have those special attributes, but do you really need them?

Yes, because like we don't have enough chaos already. And She? Really Wes? You refer to your gavel as a person? He thought with an incredulous look on his face. Wes can be out there sometimes but this was a little too out if character.

"Blaine, you should know that this is just a result of my never-ending pain, boredom, and loneliness. This is how I cope. By thinking that I can name my gavel and its there to listen." he said out of his own thoughts agitated. "Okay? I know it's idiotic, but life, or existence, in our place is very lonesome. And when you're here long enough, you suddenly realize how bad things really are. I guess HE wasn't kidding when he said we were going to face the destruction we caused. Don't you see that? The reason why we are mourning so and upset and angry is our fault. Well, it's also THEIR fault, but we also have a role that was played in this."

Wes was silent for a moment and he continued "And don't you pretend like you are okay, because reality is…you're not. You're alone too but you just don't want to admit ever since he.."

Blaine shut him out. Those words cut deep and he knew it. "Yes Blaine. Go ahead. Pretend. Pretend like you've been pretending for the past centuries. But the only person you are lying to is yourself because we all know..." The other men nodded weakly, as if the memory was overbearing to them as well. Blaine glared at Wes and dared him not to say it."We all know..." Wes continued with a shaky tone that is never often heard," how much you loved him."

Blaine looked down, chagrin and resentment gracing his features. He swallowed thickly as the others bowed their head down in shame. Guilt. Resentment. Pity. Sadness. Agony. Loneliness. These were all the emotions that these young men were feeling.

"Since we are on this topic to begin with, I call this meeting to order." Wes started with that superiority in his voice like he does at every council meeting since the beginning of time.

The Warblers shook out of their stupor and looked up, shoulders broad and looking powerful than before."First order of business. We welcome back Blaine Anderson from his trip to Europe-" Jeff cut in and asked jokingly, trying to break the tense feelings in the air" We hope you didn't fly into any trouble."

Even Blaine himself whom has drowned in his own sadness couldn't help but chuckle,"Jeff, you of all people know I can't fly, WE can't fly for that matter…" He said with a cocked eyebrow. "But no, I did not run into any trouble whatsoever. I was merely gone for nothing less than a month. As you know, chaos takes centuries to unfold-"

"-Which is exactly why we're asking Blaine." David cut in," Time is growing near, they're going stronger, and it's almost time for the lost one to return."

The Lost One…Blaine couldn't help but sigh at that. Why does Wes choose now to bring up his past? When he returns, will he remember all this? Will he remember his place, his destiny? Will he remember us "Warblers"? Will he remember…me? He shook the thought out of my head. No Blaine! No! That has been over a century ago. Now, he's only a lost soul –for now- Wes! Stop with the telepathy already! He hissed towards him. But Blaine couldn't exactly be angry with him. Even he looked sorrowful at this topic of discussion. The rest of the private school boys turned towards him with expressions that mirrored Wes.

"SO…"David continued feeling a tense presence in the air. "Blaine, did you retrieve the scroll?"

Blaine recollected himself "Yes, David." he sighed. "It wasn't that difficult to locate. Apparently it was located in Catalonia, Spain, a vicinity where fallen angels have been found. Some people think it's fake, but others…not so much." he finished, remembering the crazy lunatics I came across. Either they believed heavily in religion and convinced it was a sign…What?... or they're just plain paranoid of the supernatural. He reached into his satchel and took out the scroll.

"Blaine? Would you like to do the honor in reading the prophecy?" asked Thad. He did no more and started,"

Evil, Plagues, Rages and War

The force of two kinds

GOD who was tired of anymore

As the highest plunder 'twas ever done

Barriers divide two sides,

The angelic and demonic ones.

Tumble and crash

Burn and clash

GOD who has had enough

For he has the mighty power up above.

With his anger turned red

He did nothing more and said

"Both of you whom caused destruction

have ruined heaven and holy function

I banish you from this land

As I take your wings that diminish in sand"

And so he did ripping that precious glory

In which they abused end of story.

"But you shall keep your immortality

and face the destruction you caused

in the truth of reality"

And so they wander through the depths of despair,

The presence of their holiness completely bare.

For centuries and centuries they shall wander on earth

Until the chosen one's shining birth.

For he will lead back only one side

The sun shining

Heavens open wide

He will be lost

And found again

But only through help

And a long lost friend.

Order and chaos will once again fight

For that chance

The shining, the light.

Not only the chosen one

Will aid and conspire

But for a one-time friend who has run

Thou shall not pass will burn under hell's fire."

He finished slowly, his face twisted in horror, paled by the thought.

"I forgot about the burning in hell part…" gulped Nick.

"Okay Warblers. Now you all know your part. There shall be no excuse. We will win this. When he returns we will gain him. Before any of them can catch him, we will be quicker. Okay?" Wes said.

He then turned slightly towards me." Blaine, I trust you with this. Don't even begin to argue. You should know if you find the Lost One… he IS yours more than any of us. Any speculation whatsoever, come to us immediately. That goes to all of you. We CANNOT afford to lose this."

We all nodded and reassured. He continued," Okay. Now with the easy stuff, we move on to our next order of business…Teenage Dream." He smiled. Even he can brighten up at a topic like this. The escape. The way that it takes their mind off temporarily of trivial things in their world.

A/N: Hmmm… seems things are heating up between Kurt- and the Warblers as well. I know, i know. It's barely the prologue. Trust me, it gets worse ;D so much drama in only the next eight chapters to come. Also, please excuse me; I am quite the angsty flashback whore. *le sigh* I know, it's confusing at first. There is just SO MUCH information that you all better be paying attention to! Any other questions, just ask me through my tumblr inbox (shameless self promotion - struckbycarsondreams) Well, you know the usual. Review, pat on the back, constructive criticism, enjoi! :3 (I'll update, if I have the time, this weekend!)