Prologue
The room was dark and quiet, seemingly peaceful at first glance. But, as soon as you stepped in, you were assaulted by the vile stench of decaying flesh and other such things. The items scattered about the room simply screamed dark magic. A sinister presence always lingered here. Any fantasies about this being a peaceful place were shattered. A sudden shriek broke the silence.
"NO! P-p-please, don't do this, let me go!" A young girl was backed up against the wall, sobbing and shaking, terror filled eyes fastened on a single figure. The owner of the room. He was a Black Mage, a sorcerer belonging to the Dark side. His black robes clung to him as he advanced towards the girl, an evil smirk on his face.
"Now, why would I do that? I found you trespassing in my room, it's only my right to deal with you as I see fit." Suddenly he held out his hand palm outward and dark black light with intertwining red strands shot out and hit the girl. Her pain filled cry echoed in the room long after she had slumped to the floor, red sparks flickering across her body. The mage eyed her, her frame still as death. Reaching into a pocket, he drew out a small glass vial filled with swirling sky blue liquid.
"Why not?" he murmured, "I haven't had a chance to test it yet…" With that he uncorked it and sprinkled it over the still form. Starting to chant, he started out slow but sped up. As he chanted, the liquid shimmered and let out a soft glow as it sunk into the girl. When all the liquid was gone, he stopped and watched the girl. Slowly but surely, the girl started to fade away until soon he could barely see the outline of her and at last nothing at all. With one flick of his finger the window opened. The wind howled mournfully outside, shaking the glass. Groaning was suddenly heard from the room and the mage thought he felt a gust of wind whip past him and the window shuddered briefly as if something had escaped though them. He chuckled softly.
"So, it did work…" Quickly he turned and exited the room but not before the window closed with a loud thud!
xXx
One hundred years late...
The moon glowed in the night sky. Compared to the sun it paled but it had its own radiance, a quiet soothing one. It appeared ethereal, glorious in all it's magnificence as it cast down it's silver rays on a broken soul.
xXx
A seemingly young man knelt on Earth in a clearing that was located in the center of an isolated forest. His eyes dull and void of any emotion stared at a patch of ground in front of him. Four words repeated themselves in an endless refrain in his mind. How did this happen? From his back his wings drooped. Once large, white, and heavenly, they were now tattered and gray, a mockery of their former glory. For this person was no mere mortal. He was in fact an angel. Or, to be more precise, a fallen angel as of now. An angel cast away from the pearly gates. Disgraced and exiled, he now resided on Earth. A shudder ran through his body as his numbed brain finally accepted what had happened. A choked sob escaped him as he hunched into a ball, drawing his battered wings around him as a shield from the gaze of the all-knowing moon.