The time is presicly 1800 hours. I'm bored. My name is Spyrth. I am an angel, a fallen one, but an angel nontheless. I had just returned to my dingy apartment room, in which I share with 6 other members of my gang, which coinsidentaly is called ' fallen ones' . I brushed my pewter grey hair back, retrieved my aspen bow, and poited it out the window, with an arrow in its socket. A succubus was pretending to be a woman on the side of the empty road, in order to get a man. I shouted at her, "Bonjour Mademoiselle!Salut!" . I fired an arrow straight into her head as she looked up. Her body turned into ash. I put the bow down and gathered some books and left the building. I was walking, when I bumped into someone...

When the world fell to crap, half the world's population died in the first 6 months. Another 20% was lost to the horrible climate, plagues and curses Lucifer spread throughout the world in the following 2 years. 30% of vegetation was lost, and all that was destroyed never really regrew.

The major cities, like California, closed down long before the first year came to an end. New York became the central command for America at the end of the second. When 3 quarters of New York were destroyed by the horsemen, people fled to the Western side of the city and barricaded themselves in. One fifth of the surviving humans became hunters; killing the supernatural was their unpaid jobs, and they were respected for it- if they bothered to reveal themselves.

Hailey herself was a hunter, but she mostly focused on the darker forces rather than just any random supernatural being. She forced the witches out of practice, cured the vampires, and exorcised the demons (although it did nothing), but tried not to kill very much.

The wind was wispy and cold, and it tugged on Hailey not to summon her wings just to provide her warmth. Not that it would be seen by humans or other fallen angels. It was the dead of winter, and downtown New York was quite cold this time of year. It snowed, and even though the snow was helpful for many reasons, Hailey didn't like it.

She visited Kansas Town more than not. A lot of people knew her there, not that anyone knew her status as a Fallen Angel. God no. She was still pouting about the stolen kill while on a hunt in a vampire's nest a week ago. Self righteous human hunter Joseph Jackson. If he ever turned into a demon, she would relish killing him.

She snapped herself out of her thoughts as she looked at the path. Maybe this was why father had ignored her prayers. Not that it really mattered anymore, she had long since stopped calling out. She knew why she fell after all, and it wouldn't be forgiven. Distracted by her thoughts, she ended up bumping into someone on the sidewalk...

My eyes widened as I saw the girl I had just bumbed into. If my memory serves correct this was the angel that guarded Eden, or something like that, her black wings were huddled on her back. I picked up my books and lifted myself of the floor, I ran a hand through my pewter grey hair. My cross necklace bounced on my neck as I uprighted myself, I presummed she spoke english. She was clearly a hunter, which I was far from. I noticed my switchblade on the floor and picked it up. She had black hair and black eyes, which suited her beautifully. "ça va? I mean, are you okay, Madam?" I wasn't as good as an english speaker as a french, so I accidentally kept reverting back to french.

She frowned, seeing the young man. "I'm fine. Thank you." He seemed young, maybe 15 or so. She couldn't exactly tell if this was an angel or not- since Fallen couldn't see one another's wings without permission (hint hint). She had long since stopped assuming.

He had spiky white hair and blue eyes, not that it necessarily mattered much to her. She leaned down, grabbing her wallet that had her hunter's badge and travel's pass in it.

"Are you alright?" she asked politely, examining him.

His bones were fragile, and his nose was red from the flu most likely. His ears were also tinted pink by the cold. Her wings shifted to generate more warmth, and it rustled with her shoulder blades.

My eyes widened a little more again, and I sneezed, being homeless in the winter isn't the best you know. My wings were hidden so I could walk, but I could see in her eyes that she was curious to an extent. She definetly was a hunter, I replied to her question, "Yes, I'm fine, thank you!" I tried to reply politly. I sneezed again, "Sorry about bumping into you, I'm not one ffor paying attention."

I smiled and asked a question that was o my mind, "Also, may I ask, are you an angel by any chance?"

Hailey stilled instantly. Before meeting his eyes, she schooled her expression and took a deep breath. "No. Why would you ask that?" she rose an eyebrow, curiously. She hadn't shown her wings in a few days, no way this boy she'd never seen before knew about it. She hadn't told anyone, as a matter of fact.

Well, my theories wrong... Time to give a good cover up... Ah, I know, "Well, I couldn't believe that such a cute and beautiful woman could possibly be a human, but a goddess from above!" I put my hands over my heart and over exagurrated. I still had a sense of some sort of angel around here though. "Well, I'll be leaving, I want to get to the libary to return theses books before it closes. Salut!" I walked past her and turned multiple corners and ally ways. By time I knew what I was doing, I was face to face with three lower class demons. I gulped and tried to turn away, but they caught me. I couldn't understand much, but they knew what I was. The question was, how did they get here? I tried moving, but their overpowering dark presence was subduing me.

One of them tried tearing my right arm off, another had given me multiple wounds on my back, also affecting my wings. I don't know what the third one was doing, but he was doing something. I screamed because of the pain, but soon shut up. I twisted my torso, and kicked the first on into the second one, resulting in my collapsing, due to know support. I took a breath as the third one rushed me quickly. I couldn't move, I knew my grey wings had come out. I cried due to realising one was hanging of by the half broken bone. I was held up by my throat.

Hailey turned to walk away, biting her lip at the weird confrontation. Weird. She took a few steps before a wild scream erupted a few alleyways behind the building next to her. The voice all to familiar. She jumped into a sprint, dashing through the alleyways and jumping over trashcans, she saw it before she heard it.

Two beautiful wings, much like her own but smaller, grey and gold were dangling from the back of the young boy she had met on the street seconds prior. He was currently being held up by the throat thanks to a low-level demon. His chest was bloodied and bare, and she couldn't tell if his arm was broken or not. His wings were draped with red and motionless. They should be defending him! Why weren't his wings fighting for him!?

She shrugged off her curiosity and horror before jumping into action. Pulling her demonic slaying knife from the inside of her jacket, she ran and skidded under the boy's dangling feet and through the demon's separated legs, cutting deeply into one of his thighs and causing him to howl in pain.

The boy dropped, but Hailey wasn't done. She spun on her back (like a breakdancer) and, putting her hand next to her head, pushed her feet into the demon's chin. While stunned with the sudden attack, she managed to stand and plung the dagger into his neck, where his body flashed yellow before she ripped the knife out, blood pouring from the wound as the demon's vessel collapsed to the ground, dead.

My right arm was broken and so was my left wing. Due to my over exerstion of my legs, my wings were left powerless. I saw something happen in front of me, but my vision was so blury, that I couldn't see. If I had breath in my lungs, I could heal my own wounds by reciting a passage from the bible. Though, I was dropped onto the floor, causing my right arm bend in strange ways. It hurt, but I had no voice, blood was gushing out of my body like a waterfall, my grey hair fell in front of my dim blue eyes. I couldn't breath and I had landed on my switchblade, which landed in my ribcage.

Hailey swore when she saw the damage to him. He must have been high in the levels of Heaven when he fell, otherwise he would naturally have a stronger body than this. She let out another curse and quickly removed the switchblade from his back, before hovering her hands over his stomach. The floor beneath the two began to glow, and a magic circle written in enochian (the language of angels) appeared.

Her hair began to flow around her as if the gravity had been turned off specifically for them, and her hands began to grow warmer as it healed his body. His wing snapped back into place and dissipated back to the celestial plane, and the blood he had spilled returned to him as his wounds closed. When the spell wore off, she lurched forward, struggling for breath.

After regaining her composure she stood up and grabbed him bridal style before shifting him onto her back, setting out for her apartment. The angelic spell had burned away all impurities along with it, so the demonic blood and residue was not found on her body. Physical or celestial.

I woke up in a some what comfy bed, with a raging headache. I was shirtless and hungry. My necklace and chocker had disappeared. That's when it hit me. Those demons!!! Was it all a dream?

No, this isn't anyone's house that I've slept in before's... I couldn't move my right arm and my back was dreadfully sore. My legs werent working, so it probably oonly had been an hour since I passed out.

Hailey looked over at the boy, before turning back to the kitchen where his food sat in the microwave. He couldn't move; sure, but he could still eat. "Welcome back to land of the living!" she called out to him, grabbing his clean (now) shirt and jewellery. It was probably important to him, so she only took them off to finish the healing of the smaller things her spell missed. She had also found medication in his pocket that gave strength to bones, which he was never going to be using again.

The medication probably slowed down his angelic healing rate, and it may be why his wings didn't fight for him. If medication was running around his bloodstream, it wouldn't leave any room for his angelic blood. Which, was running through her currently. She had of course, stretched her wings before he woke up.

I smiled, I retrieved my jewlerery, and managed to put it on with my left arm, I had no hope with the shirt and my right arm remained emotionless. I patted in my pockets for my medicatition, which if I didn't use my bones could break naturally. My eyes widened when I couldn't find it, that cost ton around here. Wait where were we? "Where are we ...un appartemente... and where's my medication?" I asked, my arm stinging

"Nowhere you'll find 'em." she said back, placing the food in his lap and moving to look at his right arm- seemingly because she noticed his wince at his attempt to use it. "You're an angel, and that medication is keeping you from naturally healing yourself." She explained helpfully, examining his shoulder blade with interest.

"Now, I've had a few winged friends," A lie, no wonder her father never spoke with her anymore," And I can tell you from experience that the medication is stopping your angel powers to heal you. If you don't use your medication, you should feel better pretty quickly. Just let the meds fade out of your system completely, go take a nap, and you'll be good to go." she said.

"Hold still, this may hurt." she informed him, and without any warning shoved his shoulder. He let out a small shout of painful defiance, and she carried on like she hadn't done a thing. It was just a dislocated shoulder, he could move it now.

I looked down at the food, my arm hurt, but it could move to an extent. I don't remember how to heal... I picked up a fork and ate softly, I only ate very little, I wasn't used to so much, and so nice. My expression went to a puzzling one, I guess, trying to figure out how my specialised medication could block my natural healing, which I can't use anyhow, I have no angelic powers left over, properly, since I use them to hide my existence from the dark. "Thank you." My voice was quieter. I guess she was older, respect your elders...

Hailey tuned him out as she turned to the window, looking over the other abandoned regions of New York. Crumbled and destroyed, the high rises in the distance were bent and broken, shattered glass scaling half a building tall. She blinked her thoughts away when he thanked her, and she turned back to face him. "My father wasn't a very good cook, so I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't have it in me either." she shrugged.

Her own necklace, a unpure feather from her old set of wings, hung around her neck, under her clothing. She let out a sigh and removed her jacket revealing her long sleeved plain grey shirt. Her feather hung low and she eyed it carefully before pushing it under another layer to hide it from him. "What was your father like?" she asked him then, hoping to see his own views. She hadn't met another fallen angel before- well, not one she could actually talk to.

My eyes widened about a fraction, "Zadkiel? I never met him... Your always so busy when your an archangel, I guess... " As she looked out the window, my eyes scanned the room, nothing much rememberable. I couldn't feel anything get to my legs.. So I pinched a nerve in my ribs to stimulate my legs, still nothing... I guess I should go to the gang, she probably wouldn't want me here if she knew of my sins...

"Zadkiel?" she echoed. "You mean the Archangel? I never knew angel's had children." she lied. Honestly, her own father wasn't God, but she barely saw him anymore, no one did. "My father is a filthy old man who destroyed my entire world." it wasn't an exaggeration, he had actually destroyed Earth. Her father was..

She bit her lip, calming her wild thoughts. "Nevermind. So, angel, what's your name?" she asked, going over to sit next to him on the single bed she had left him to rest in.

"My name, Its.... Spyrth. That's it, no middle, no end, just Spyrth, yeah and archangels have 'branch families' so their not biological, just created by the archangels spirit..." I managed to sit up properly by then, are my eyes plagued with sin? She seems to pure to have fallen by her own mistake... "Why did you fall? And what's your name? I'm curious, 'cause like I said earlier, you are actually beautiful..."

She kept ignoring his compliments. "No, no," she lied easily. She had been expecting him to ask her. "I'm not an angel. Just a human with a degree in Enochian (language of the angels) and a few friends in high places, literally." Stop lying to him. She picked up on the haunting look in his eyes, and sighed as she gave his knee a pat.

"And my name? Well, let's just call me Jordan, huh?" she said, before turning to face him fully. "So, why did you fall? You seem, hm, I wouldn't call you young. Let's go with, Innocent. You look, too innocent to fall."

"She's lying. I can tell. Her eyes speak all. "1. I am in fact only fifteen. 2.Stop lying, I'm an angel of mercy, I can tell. And 3. I killed an angel..." I said the last par in a murmur, hoping she didn't hear me... "So, Jordan? But isn't that a boys name? I never heard of a girl with it..." I tried to cover up my last part, I still felt nothing in my legs... "Wait... What's the date?"

Oh, well, a smartass then? "1. You are a kid. 2. I'm going to lie if I want to, that doesn't make me an angel, and 3..." She trailed off, turning away. "Welp, that is a story for another day." She knew it would be sensitive. It's like killing a sibling. "It is.." she glanced at the calendar. "the last day of September. Hey.." she blinked. "It's my birthday tomorrow, huh. Happy Birthday to me." she said to herself, standing from the bed. His angelic healing would kick in soon, weather he believed he had none or not.

Fallen Angels were depicted as weak, having none of their powers left, but they were in fact very strong- sometimes dangerously so. Fallen Angels just get kicked out of their home, loose their morals and hopes, and are forever shunned by everything in creation. And they loose a few of their powers, but nothing to big. He was still covered in angel juice (slang), she could see his white aura, tinted with the purple of the fallen, crawling down his legs. He would be walking within an hour, maybe two.

I looked at her, "Well happy aging day for tomorrow. I guess..."
I bite the section in between my thumb and index finger, drawing blood.I was thinking, so it's normal. I'm a flagallent, so sadly, I don't care what pain I put myself through,but demons burn me. That's when it hit me, my bow... Saint whats-his-name had sealed my powers in there, thats why its so hard to lift. But I need my bow. "I need to get my bow..." I said this line to myself, understanding the situation...

"In the draw," she said, gesturing to his bedside table. "Hey, It's Tuesday afternoon," she realised. After Lucifer rose, seeing as he rose on a Wednesday, the time to pray was moved from Sunday to Tuesday. "Wanna go to the church down the street for the mass?" she asked. She wasn't planning on going, but he seemed to pray a lot, and it may allow him to heal faster, so it would help him out a little. Her own magical weapon was hidden with her wings, it was actually strapped to her back.

"Get a little prayer on, might allow you to heal faster."

I looked down with a solemn expression, "The majority of fallen angels have been band from the church, myself included, I can no longer step on sacred ground..." I looked at her and smiled, "But thanks for the offer." I looked at my wrist, the somewhat purple veins from the drug injectioon I used to use, I had stiches covering my hand from the wrist all the way to the finger tips.