The following is a chapter from the book i am writing called The Fallen. Enjoy! :)
The Fallen
Prologue
He landed lightly on the balls of his feet, his wings creating a soft rustling sound as he settled on the earth.
After having flown across the city, the fallen angel was tired. He didn’t want to run anymore, but a sound behind him had him looking over his shoulder into the night. He searched the darkness behind him; his green eyes scanned the shadows, looking for the source of the sound. A voice to his right startled him.
“What color are your eyes, fallen angel?” he turned, coming face to face with a hunter, dressed all in black.
“What is your name, hunter?” Neal replied, answering the hunter’s question with one of his own.
“My name is Aeon, not that it actually matters.” As the hunter finished his sentence, he pulled a long dagger from his belt and lunged forward, driving the sharp blade through the fallen angel’s chest before he had a chance to react.
Gasping once, Neal crumpled to the ground, dead. Blood seeped from his open mouth. Walking toward the now dead angel, Aeon removed his dagger from the body. He took note of the angel’s wing and eye color, and decided that this was the wrong angel. He sighed.
“Where are you, Blackwing?” he asked to the open sky. It began to rain on his face.