Blades of Fallen Feathers

by Mirra1007

A sinner by duty, killed on the job, Cattaleya's fall to Hell was not to be prevented. Though in her death she finds a new life. A new purpose. And perhaps first love in a certain Radio Demon. Can she escape the hauntings of her past though? Can she be anything more than an demonic 'angel' with blood soaked wings.

1. Prologue

I never felt much during my time alive. I never felt that overwhelming tingle of pure joy. Or the rush of adrenaline of trying something new. I never cried my heart's sorrows till my throat turned raw. Nor did I ever feel so lonely I wanted nothing more than to just disappear into a void. Basically, ever since childhood, I felt muted. Dulled. Like the world was rushing in colors and my grays were just there for to pass by. That was okay. I had to be gray. To be calculating. Ruthless. Disciplined. Emotionally flat. All so that the pains of the world would not bother me. The pains of who I am. What I did.

I got trained that way. I worked that way. Killed that way.

I never felt the burning of the bullets hitting my leg. I never felt the blow on my head as I tumbled down the world. I never felt the physical pain of the knife slitting my throat. Just in case I would get up.

I did feel the blood leaving my body, warm caressing streams down my skin. My breath leaving my lungs, puffs in the cold air. That final and first sense of fear and tranquility.

Before I felt myself falling. Unbeknownst to me, pummeling to a place where I shall truly feel for the first time. Not all in a good way.