Chapter 1: The Angel
"Where are you going," he questioned from behind closed doors.
"Out."
"Don't cause trouble."
The leather jacket slipped over her frail, porcelain shoulders. With boots and weapons properly secured, a small hand gripped the glass handle and yanked open the door, letting light slip in.
"Not anymore than usual, brother dear."
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The Dal, securely run by Trick once again, was busy as usual with its background chatter and lively setting. A man sat on the edge, swirling the toxic drink in one hand while the other played with his phone. His eyebrows furrowed and his leg twitched every so often. Suddenly, a dark-skinned man bursts in and approached him.
"Dyson, we got it."
"Alright," Dyson replied, grabbing his coat and moving from the bar. "Let's go."
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"So your name was Lauren, correct?"
The woman in questioned gulped, cowering beneath the woman's presence. The light bounced off of her mane of hair, creating an illusion of an angel. Despite this, Lauren knew who she was, what the young girl was capable of.
"Well," her voice laced with impatience, "Are you going to answer me?"
"Y-yes," Lauren stammered, afraid of her mistake. "My name is Lauren. Are you waiting for the Ash?"
"You could say that," her fingers glided over the delicate instruments Lauren cherished, "He owes me a favor. I thought it was about time I collected it."
"Should I go get him for you?"
"No," her eyes, a delicate blue, raised to meet her own, "He knows I am here."
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"You called for me?" Dyson questioned the man in front of him.
The Ash didn't like owing favors, especially one to that woman. He sighed, guilt for what he was about to do rose up in his chest. Everyone who was acquainted with her usually ended up dead, or worse. His eyes glanced over to the shifter next to him. So ignorant of the beings that were actually around him, so young compared to the information that the Ash held.
"Follow me."
Dyson was confused. The call was already a strange occurrence, moving to another place just added to the mystery. Shrugging a shoulder to Hale, he quickly followed behind the Ash.
"As you know, blood favors can never be broken unless the owner calls them off," the Ash started. "It seems that the owner of these blood favors has come back to reclaim one of them, and I need your assistance."
"What is it that you require?"
"Accompany her, don't let her leave your sights."
"Her?"
The doors pushed open, and the group was greeted by the doctor, Lauren, and a stranger. A halo surrounded her and emphasized the blues of her eyes. In honesty, she was the most beautiful woman that Dyson had ever laid eyes on. The white dress didn't help the impression of her being an angel. Her eyes found his, boring into his soul. Time stood still, and the background dropped.
"Gentlemen, meet your new consort, her highness Anastasia Roselynn Thornwood."
A/N: Hi everyone! I decided I should probably fix this chapter now that I know how to do the breaks. I hope this has made reading the chapter a lot easier. Ciao!