Fallen Stars is an original fiction written by me, about regular people whom meet beings known as “angels” - forever changing their lives with their new guardians. These “Guardian Angels” have been prominent throughout history, guiding events and manipulating mortals. They have been called demons and angels, vampires and succubi. They lurked in the shadows, feeding off emotions, after banishment from their home – fallen stars. They have feed their hosts powers to manipulate emotions around them, in order to feed.

You are a person recently met with an angel. Your are the host of a “parasitic” race of beings, with tremendous powers granted to you from them.

You are a Risen. A human with a Fallen's gifts. What you do can change the world in great ways. Both good and bad.

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Fallen Stars

Ariel Smith sat in her bed with her knees against her chest as she leaned against the wall, looking out the window by her bed. The curtains were billowing into her room, as a cold autumn breeze brushed her hair and tickled her body beneath her very light night-robe, and she smiled softly. The stars twinkled outside the suburban home as she sighed softly.

And then from the heavens a great burst of light entered the sky for mere seconds, a star falling from its celestial grace. It quickly burned up in the atmosphere, and Ariel closed her eyes to make a wish. She opened them after her wish – Please, something to make me stand out, to make me something better... she had wished, silently in her thoughts.

She leaned out the window as the same star (she couldn't possibly know though, but yet she knew immediately that it was in fact the same star) flickered in again, seemingly closer now. The moon beams hit her face, making it almost a ghostly white, as she leaned further, and further...

And with a scream in the night that no one heard, she tumbled from the window, her body tumbling, landing on her rear with a solid oomph! “Hasha....” she muttered as she forced herself to sit up, rubbing her lower back to check her injuries from the fall. Thankfully, it seemed that she just had a few bruises on her, and she sighed with relief.

Then the cold breeze of the night whispered in her ears and played with her soft skin, and she instantly realized that she was in next to nothing and standing outside at night. “Oh...” she said, letting the “no” that should have followed trail off on her speech. She knew that the front door would be locked, so she'd have to somehow sneak into the house. And telling her parents, “Oh, I fell out the window and just waltzed around to the front of the house. No big deal right?” was not be something she wanted to do.

So, she decided to stealthily slink across the lawn now, clambering somewhat clumsily over the tall fence. It was at least two foot taller than her, and she almost fell once as she got to the top. And then she leaped down to the ground, unaware of a person watching her from the rooftop, the dark playing with the shadows around the stranger to make it impossible to make any facial features out.

She found herself getting to the front of the house, and looked up. “That's weird,” she whispered, seeing for the briefest of moments a figure on her rooftop, looking at her. And then the figure was gone, disappearing into the shadows as if it had never existed.

She tried the door, just on the off chance it was unlocked. It wasn't. She cursed under her breath, and then looked around the house's front, for a window that she could open. She tried one of the living room windows to no avail, and then heard something behind her.

“Who's there?” she asked quickly, fear overcoming her. Someone was there, watching her. She was in next to nothing in her night-robe, and from time to time in her hurried movements it flapped open to reveal even more of her.

“I swear, I'll scream,” she said as she looked about, trying to find whoever was there. She felt them there, watching her, the hair on her back stood up. “Oh god,” she whispered to herself as she turned faster, fear coursing in her. She backed against the house as she started to feel tears in her eyes, and she shut her eyes as she slid down, fear coursing through her veins like a new humor to go with her blood.

“I apologize,” a smooth, charismatic voice said from ahead, and Ariel opened her eyes to see a man in white standing before her, his rational appearance seeming to peel away the darkness around him. His skin was that of an albino's, yet his eyes were the dark green of a regular man. His hair was dark and brown, his white robes billowing in an almost... angelic form. “I never was the best at introducing myself. My name is... Micheal.”

Ariel stepped forward from her house, and Micheal gave a warm smile. “Who are you?”

“It's difficult to explain. I'll meet you in your room – I expect you'll find the door unlocked,” he said, walking past Ariel. She turned to follow him, but when she turned enough to see him again now he had vanished. She blinked, not sure if she had seen him at all now, and went to try the door.

It was unlocked to her surprise, as she entered the house. The door closed with a click floorboards creaked as she started to find her way to the staircase. A light upstairs turned on, as her father stepped out of it. “Hello?” he asked, looking around. He must have heard her steps, and she quickly started to back up, before suddenly she realized he was looking right at her.

“Huh. Kinda dark over there,” he said, before shrugging and turning, going back into Ariel's parents rooms. She sighed with relief, before realizing that he hadn't seen her. She wondered if that Micheal guy had done something with this – and now she was wondering why she trusted him, how he had unlocked her door...

She quickly hurried to her room, where Micheal was sitting on her bed, smiling. Ariel blinked, and closed the door firmly yet silently. “Who are you?” she asked, feeling a bit afraid of the man, yet once again trusting him. Something about his smile made her feel that he was a good man, that she could trust him.

“I'm your Guardian Angel.” Micheal patted the bed next to him for Ariel to sit on, but she stood there and raised an eyebrow instead. “It's difficult to explain, but that's what I am. And because of me, you have a gift now. Power over the shadows and spirits of the night,” Micheal said softly, and she just glowered slightly.

“You think I believe you?” she asked, and he shrugged.

“Doesn't matter much to me if you do or not. I'll be around, you'll see soon enough,” Micheal said, as he looked out the window. He stood up on her bed but didn't sink down like he should have. He stepped from the windowsill and Ariel dove to grab him before he fell. She grabbed only empty air, and felt the wind blow as she now saw no one there.

She stared out at the ground, and pinched her arm. “Ah!” she exclaimed in pain, before shrugging. “Well... no, I guess I'm not dreaming...” she said, closing her window and laying into bed, closing her eyes and falling asleep.

~&~&~

The sound of sirens wailed in the street, the two wrecked cars burning and smoking as the police car blocked off the road, paramedics and a firetruck arriving on the scene. Two men were in the one car, a black Sedan, while the other was empty with its radio blasting static. “We got a hit and run we think, not sure – the driver of the second car is missing!” one of the officers shouted as he saw the lack of a driver in the less-damaged car.

The cars had been in a head-on collision, near by a meadow was lit by the red and blue flashes of light from the road. A tree in the middle of the meadow had shadows playing with it, to give the shape of a man standing under it at first. But it was quickly realized by those there who were on the scene, putting out the fires and pulling out the two men from the first car, that it was merely a trick from their eyes.

“I found the driver's license,” someone said, pulling out the license of the first car's driver. “Jeremy Samson – you know, the scientist guy? And this must be his brother Leroy.”

“No, that's his husband – they're from Iowa.”

“So you say.”

The shadow of a man moved by the tree in the meadow as the paramedics took care of the men, and no one saw it as it vanished behind the tree. A man on the ground opened his eyes slowly, his left eye a cloudy, milky white. The wreck was none of his concern, as the shadowy man above him looked down at him and sighed.

“I told you not to do that,” the shadowy man said, as the lights from the wreck slowly faded away.

“Wh...wha...?” the man on the ground asked in a raspy voice. It was the voice of a smoker. He had olive-colored skin and white hair that covered his left eye as it slid down his face now. His white, dress shirt was a bit dark, with a black turtleneck under it that you could see through. His black shoes and dark blue denim jeans made the dark outfit nearly blend with the night, as the shadowy man stood there.

“You tried too hard. I can't do that much, it's not possible. Too much clutter. The stream gets diluted.”

“Who...?”

“Oh. You've forgotten who I am. I'm Delirium, your Guardian Angel.”

“... and me?”

“Nihilium.” Delirium sighed and turned, looking around the dark night. The two were alone. “You don't remember?”

“No. I don't. Maybe this is the first moment and you just remember things your brain made up,” suggested the man, who assumed the name Nihilium in that moment. It seemed fitting enough.

“Trust me,” Delirium said coolly yet with a hint of him feeling like lecturing someone. “I know what happened and what didn't. You tried to use your powers to see the future – the entire world's future. I warned you specifically that you can't do that, that there's too much temporal disturbance when you do that.”

“I... powers... what are you talking about?” Nihilium asked, standing up now. He realized now that Delirium wasn't that close to him as he reached out to grab for him. “Why... what's wrong with my eyes...?”

“You lost your left eye. Well, the vision. The eye is there still, but... it's not exactly doing you anything.”

“You said you're my 'Guardian Angel'.What the hell does that mean?”

Delirium sighed, “Well... It means I protect you and give you powers. You're different, gifted by me with powers that I give you and control. Kind of... kind of like magic. Think of magic like a pencil that you can only get one of. I'm the pencil. Reality is the paper. It's absolutely nothing like that though.”

Nihilium stood up, a cocky smile on his face, “Show me what I can do.”

And then he saw. He saw in a brilliant flash, through his remaining eye, himself standing on a rooftop as the sunset sunk behind him, before a soft footstep behind him came up. He saw the face of a man, someone he vaguely recognized...

And then the burning pain roared through his body as he lost the vision, and he was holding his eye. “You've seen enough for now. I'll get you home, you can talk to me in a bit. That wreck did a number on you.”

And Nihilium, putting his questions of this man behind him, followed. The moment was all there was, if it was there at all. But as he followed this “angel” home, he had in his mind one image. The image of the mustachioed man smiling at him on the rooftop.

~&~&~

“Oh, shit!” a young, spiky and black haired man yelled as he raced down the street, his white flight jacket billowing behind him as he turned. His red gloved hands were clenched into fists before he had to open his hand to grab a street pole to quicken his turn on the narrow sidewalk, a taxi cab honking as the driver cursed at him.

Behind the Asian teen, three larger men were after him, their tight black sweaters showing their much better developed bodies. The dark night broke around them as they passed under some street lights behind him. “Amigo, slow down! We just want to talk!” one of them mocked in a very Hispanic accent, as he nearly stumbled into the streets on the narrow sidewalk. The other two said nothing, as the white kid and black kid followed their friend.

The young boy saw a truck approaching the next intersection, and quickly he realized that if he stopped he'd be caught up with, but if he kept going he'd be smashed flat by the truck. A shooting star above him fell as he wished for some third option in this, since either way seemed – to him at any rate – a death sentence.

He nodded as he took the preferable alternative and with grim determination, began running faster. His foot hit the street as the thugs chasing him started to stop, panicking at the incoming truck. One was more squeamish than the others and started to cover his eyes in anticipation of the wreck. “Kyosu you bastard!” yelled the Hispanic man, as the truck driver let out a yell. He slammed on the breaks, the head lights inches from Kyosu the Crimson Wyvern as he leaped around it, turning to just narrowly dodge it.

The truck passed through as Kyosu kept running, the thugs swearing as they started running again. One of them rolled over the hood of the car as the blond woman driving it screamed in shock, and the man giving chase didn't even falter. “You're asking for it now!” the Hispanic man bellowed as he hit the sidewalk running, and Kyosu took the first turn into an alley he could, hoping to get to the street on the next side.

The same shooting star fell as his eyes lined up with a fence giving him a dead end, and he swore. There was no way he could jump it. “There he is!” a gruff voice roared from the street now, as the three gangsters sprinted down the alley at him.

Kyosu ran towards the fence, and his foot hit it, as he propelled his body forwards... he closed his eyes and felt a strange sensation as he imagined his body busting through the fence, hoping that somehow he'd go through it, and then he found himself running again, his right leg stumbling as it hit the ground unexpectedly, the sound of swears going through the fence in confusion.

He had somehow passed through the wall, as he stopped, panting. “Wha...what happened?” he asked, as he looked at the few bystanders staring at him now.

“Shut up and come with me,” hissed a voice as Kyosu turned to see a young woman with navy blue and red colored long coat over a white t-shirt, her black hair running down her back and splitting near the end, her bangs in front of her eyes slightly. She wore shorts and boots, as she stepped in behind the man.

“Who are you?” Kyosu immediately reacted, as the girl rolled her eyes and grabbed him. He saw the sword she had and didn't question her past that.

“I'll explain later, just come with me,” she ordered, before hurrying into the streets and dragging him along. “The name's Bellona, I saw what you did back there. I've been looking for guys like you.”

“What are you talking about? Guys like me?” Kyosu asked, and the girl just rolled her eyes.

“Look, I'll explain in a bit. Right now, we have to get to my hotel room. What's your name?”

“Kyosu – okay, I really don't know what's going on here and I'd really like to know.”

“Just shut up and follow!”

Kyosu looked again at the sword on her shoulders, noticing he hourglass on it, and before he could ask questions the girl had pulled him considerably harder than she had been. A hotel was nearby that he saw, and as she took him in the hotel lobby workers stared at the two curiously. A teenage girl dragging a young man into the elevators wasn't something you usually saw.

“Can you tell me what the hell that was all about?” Kyosu asked, as Bellona just ignored him, the elevator rising. “Fine, guess not...” he muttered, before adding under his breath: “Bitch.”

Instantly she reacted, pulling out her sword and turning the hourglass on it. An hourglass necklace was quickly visible to Kyosu, but only for a moment. She threw him against the elevator wall as it stopped. It didn't just stop, but the small clock on the wall stopped with it. As if time had froze. And somehow, the two of them could flow naturally.

“What did you call me?” she asked as she glowerd, and Kyosu gulped, slowly raising his hands over his head.

“N-nothing...” he stammered lightly, the girl pressing the sword to his neck.

“Don't lie to me. What did you call me?”

“... a bitch.”

Kyosu closed his eyes, anticipating the sting of metal piercing his soft skin and for a moment he almost felt the drops of blood dripping down from his neck.

She pulled the sword back, and he felt his neck – she had spared him. “Never. Call. Me. That. Again. Got it?”

“Y-yes. I got it...”

The elevator continued, the clock ticked away. The elevator stopped and the doors opened, the two walking out onto the sixth floor calmly as if nothing had happened. Bellona unlocked her door to a suite, and Kyosu blinked in awe of the luxury here. A couch, a large flat-screen TV, a refrigerator...

“Sit down. What's your name again? Full name.”

“Kyosu Trovao. Who the hell are you and what is all this about?” Kyosu asked, and Bellona sighed.

“Kyosu Trovao, do you believe in angels?” Bellona asked as she sat down at a table, and Kyosu couldn't help but laugh. “I didn't think so. Well, neither did I. And then, I was proven wrong. My friend Gabriel here came to me a few years back – he came down on a falling star.”

As if on cue, as the girl mentioned the Gabriel fellow, a man came into the suite from the bathroom, dusting off a black satin robe and muttering under his breath. He looked up, his hood over his face moving to show a brilliantly white face, unblemished by any faults. His eyes were dark blue and his hair an almost bleached blond. “Hello, Kyosu. I'm Gabriel – Bellona's Guardian Angel.”

Kyosu laughed out again, and sighed. “You've got to be kidding me – you guys seriously think that Gabe here's an angel?”

“Not only that, but we know you have one. He just hasn't revealed himself to you yet.” Bellona stood up, and sighed silently. “Gabriel, do you think you can coax out your fallen brother?”

“Sister, actually. I can smell her. It's alright, my dear – we're here to work with you. The Father has forsaken us but we have each other.” Gabriel opened his arms out, and closed his eyes. A strange glow came from his dark robes as he searched for the mysterious angel that he believed was there.

A soft voice squeaked nervously as a glow formed, and from thin air itself a brilliant being of light descended. White robes swirled around the ebony skin of the angel, her locks of hair braided and her eyes the color of a chestnut tree. “B-brother? Is that you?” the newcome angel asked, and Gabriel smiled. Kyosu watched awestruck from the sudden apparition.

“It is I Gabriel, yes. And which of our sisters are you?”

“It's me, Celestia. I fell tonight – oh, the Father has grown wrathful!”

“Who are you?” Kyosu asked the mysterious woman, who turned towards him and smiled sweetly.

“I'm Celestia, your Guardian Angel. Or, I am now. I wasn't given much choice.” Celestia explained, as Kyosu nodded slowly. “I'd have shown myself sooner, but oh those street thugs terrified me so! But I helped you – did you notice?”

“You didn't. I did that all myself.”

Bellona started to say something but Gabriel stopped her. “I created the portal that you crossed through the fence in. That was you, but I gave you the strength.”

“Wait.. what?”

“You're not very bright are you?” Bellona snapped, and sighed. “The angels each give their host a gift of power – in my case, power over time. For you? Turns out, something with portals.”

“It's a trade we go off with the wish you make. You make a wish, and we grant it. It's punishment from the Father, when he banishes us for the war against Him,” explained Gabriel. Kyosu just stared. “Not your God, no. We are angels but not like that. It is our race – its name translates to angel in your language. But that is beside the point. We grant strength and power to those who wish for it.”

Kyosu smiled and rubbed his hands together. “All right then. What can I do?” he asked, and his angel smiled too, almost at the same time.

“Picture a portal leading to somewhere you've been,” she answered, and Kyosu nodded – he visualized a portal opening between here and his apartment, and then there was a swirling. And then on the wall of the hotel room, he could see a circular portal linking the room to his apartment.

“This... this is awesome.” he said simply, as he stepped through, Celestia vanishing to guide him from the shadows as the clock hit two in the morning. His apartment was dirty and slightly cluttered with stuff on the floors from his laziness preventing him from cleaning.

He stepped back through the portal into Bellona's hotel suite. “Hope you don't mind if I choose to stay here instead of my apartment, it's just nicer,” he said as the portal closed, and Bellona shrugged.

“You stay in this room, I get the bedroom. And I shower first for the hot water.” Bellona smirked as Kyosu started to protest, and Gabriel vanished into the bedroom of the suite. Kyosu claimed his couch and started watching TV, as Bellona just left him there to get some sleep.

A shooting star fell, glowing brilliantly. Kyosu fell asleep.

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oh my god



OH MY GOD


Bellona was pulled off perfectly. Especially how she calls Kyo a dumbass.

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"Oh, shit!"



"...Bitch."



"Alright then, what can i do?"




Also: Asian man being chased by mexican guy and friends in America. Only one of my characters could ever get himself in a situation like that.



Hat, i take my hat off to you. Everything about this is awesome, and i am happy with how much in character you got Ryosu. Keep up the good work.

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what Luca said.

I like what you've done.

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Nice, very very nice. I wonder how my character would tie into all of this.
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If you're reading this then you are sexy and I love you.
NOT REALLY

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The bell rang loudly as Ariel sighed. She stood and took her bag, starting towards the door of the classroom. “Ariel, guess what!” a voice called as the girl stepped into the hallway, only to be met by the excited, redheaded school girl, the pigtails hitting Ariel. Instantly the girl embraced Ariel as she jumped up and down, lunch beginning.

“Calm down, Allison! What happened? Did Ryan ask you out?” she asked, and Allison shook her head. “Then what happened?”

“The dance team made it to state! We just found out!” Allison exclaimed happily, as Ariel grinned. Allison was more shapely than Ariel – and also more flexible, she was the dance team's captain. “We get to go to Lansing! I'm so excited!”

“That's awesome, I can't wait to go!” Ariel excitedly hurried down the hall and opened her locker. It was jammed, so she didn't have to put in any combination to get it open.

“You know if this wasn't our tiny school, you'd totally lose everything in that locker by doing that,” Allison scolded and Ariel just rolled her eyes. “Well when you lose your bag during lunch, your loss not mine.”

“Oh, shut up. Let's just go get out of here. I'm thinking some Mickey-D's for lunch would be good,” Ariel responded as she put on a light spring jacket and smiled. “Think we'll meet any cute guys?” The two just giggled as she shut her locker, and walked out the front door of the school.

Some gentle rain sprinkled down on them, as Allison put her umbrella up. The rain splashed from the umbrella as the two teenage girls walked down the street, a few cars driving by and splashing water onto the sidewalks, not hitting the two.

They reached the McDonalds a minute or two later, it was built by their school. They sat down to wait for their order to be ready as a strange man walked in, his black trench coat flapping slightly as he pulled from one of his pockets a watch. His eyes shifted across the fast food restaurant as Allison pointed him out to Ariel, whispering about how he looked like a pedophile.

Ariel couldn't help but laugh as the man ignored them to order, and someone called their order. Allison got up and got it, before the man walked past them into the bathroom, putting his pocket watch back as he walked past, glancing at Ariel.

“That man... he's really weird.” Ariel took her chicken sandwich as Allison set the tray on the table, and she nodded. “Did you see the way he looked at me just then? Like he was watching me...”

“He's just some creep, he's got a trench coat y'know,” Allison nonchalantly said, as she unwrapped her Big Mac and took a bite.

“Now that I think about it... did you see his face?”

“No, not really. Kinda weird, I guess. Maybe we just didn't pay attention,” Allison said as she got up. She walked towards the ketchup dispensers, grabbing a lid for a drink and putting a pile of ketchup on it, before returning and dipping her burger in it. “Does it matter?”

Ariel started to answer but had no real response, as she finished her chicken sandwich and started her fries, taking a few sips of her lemonade. “So... no cuties here today yet,” she said in disappointment, and Allison just shrugged.

“No, but maybe there’ll be in a few. Keep hope!” She took a long drink of her lemonade and returned to finishing her burger with the speed of someone who had been starving for weeks, except she had just ate breakfast that morning. She ate a lot and did a lot, which canceled each other out.

The two finished and left with some coffee for their walk back to school, the rain pouring down, before something happened. A man bumped into them, Allison swore as the man apologized and kept on his way. And then she reached into her purse and let out a yell. “My phone's missing!” she shouted, as she dug through it frantically, and Ariel quickly turned and saw the man bumping into someone else and apologizing.

“Stop, thief!” she yelled, pointing at him, before she started after him. The man looked back and she caught his face, it was youthful, white, and dirtied. His hair was a tangled mess of blond and his eyes green, and then he turned his face again.

She wished she could cover his eyes with shadows, so that the thief couldn't see. She smirked, remembering the man who had told her she had powers over shadows. “If only...” she whispered before suddenly the thief tripped.

“I'm blind! Ho-lee shit I'm blind!” he yelled as he stumbled, a wallet flying from his hands and landing in a puddle, the money in it ruined by the water it suddenly had absorbed. Allison gave chase behind Ariel as she grabbed the man from the ground. He flailed wildly, begging for mercy as Ariel felt a sensation.

The shadows over his eyes vanished and she looked into them coldly. “Give her back your phone now.” He opened his mouth to protest but the shadows moved back over his eyes and he seemed to change his mind as he shut his mouth and nodded fervently, and pulled from his pocket the phone. He handed it to Ariel and she let him go, and smiled, Allison now just catching up with them.

“Yo-you are one hell of a girl!” Allison laughed, Ariel simply shrugged as she handed over the phone. Ariel gave a smirk as the man's vision returned, and he just sprinted off afraid of whatever had made him go blind, shadows still clouding his vision.

“Yeah, well, I'm just hardcore, you know that,” Ariel joked, as the two walked down the street back to their school. The rain sprinkled as Micheal walked out of behind a tree and watched, smiling. He knew that he'd convinced her of something just there – even if the girl hadn't brought it up at all.

~&~&~

Kyosu was grinning ear-to-ear as the first portal opened in the wall ahead of him, and slowly he saw the other end opening in a spiral-out aperture. It showed him the inside of his old school, Morrowind High. He smiled, seeing the classroom of the aging Mr. Abernathy silent in fear of the old teacher's outbursts. He grabbed a paper airplane, and from the safety of his apartment he threw it.

“Wha? Who threw that?” the teacher roared as he stood up and glared around the room, the kid's flinching as the glider landed on a desk. “I demand an answer!” Kyosu snickered as the portal closed, and he leaned back into a chair, some dirty clothes on the floor around him. He sighed and opened a portal in his armrest, grabbing a glass from the kitchen through it and taking a drink.

“I love portals,” he said to no one in particular as he leaned back. And then, in the moment he blinked, there was a woman standing in front of him. “Dammit, Bellona, what are you doing here? How did you get in without me noticing?”

“I can freeze time, dumbass,” Bellona responded and rolled her eyes. “I'm here because you need to start taking this whole thing seriously.” Bellona sighed as she twisted her head a bit, cracking her neck.

“Yeah, like how? I doubt you've done anything with your power that's useful,” Kyosu responded, and she raised an eyebrow in irritation.

“I have been, for your information.”

“Yeah, like what? Getting extra time to sleep?”

“None of your business,” Bellona retorted, and put up a hand as Kyosu began to respond. “Point being is that you can't just mess around with it. I've had mine for almost a year now, and I've learned to use mine responsibly because there are those who want us dead.”

“Now, now you've got my attention,” Kyosu said, his voice turning serious and sober. “People want us dead?”

“Not us in specific – well, me they do, you not yet – but people like us. Other angels with grudges against ours will use us to get to the angels,” Bellona paused and sighed. “I really don't know that much about it, but I know I've been attacked by a few people because of Gabriel.”

Kyosu nodded slowly and stood up now, walking towards the apartment's kitchen. “So you're saying... I'm at risk?”

Bellona didn't say anything as Kyosu looked out at the street below from the kitchen window, and sighed. “Okay. How do I start? How do I keep myself and those around me safe?”

“You train. I do it every day, I learn about my powers, bond closer with Gabriel. You and Celestia have to have a partnership, she can shut your connection to powers off at any time.” Bellona paused and looked out the window. “This city always is gorgeous at night. Pity it isn't night yet,” she said, and Kyosu nodded, looking at her oddly.

“Where did that come fr-”

“But that's not important. The point is, you have to communicate with your angel, you have to learn how to work alongside her.”

Kyosu nodded, and Bellona started away, her hair gliding along her back. “Just call out to her, she'll appear,” she added before turning the hourglasses she had, and then she was gone the next moment.

“Celestia?” Kyosu asked quietly, not sure how it would work at all. In front of him, a brilliant light appeared, slowly taking form until there before him stood his angel, a smile on her face as she met him there.

“Hey, Kyosu,” Celestia said softly, the angel stepping into his apartment. “I... I suppose we should start practicing our partnership?” she asked softly, and Kyosu nodded.

“Yeah,” he said, something about the female angel faintly recognizable to him somehow, in some way he couldn't put his finger on. It was as if he had seen her before.

“Well... where to begin?” she asked, as a portal began to form on a wall, swirling as it tried to find an opening on the other side. Kyosu pictured in his mind the last place his family had been to on a vacation.

He smiled as he heard through the portal some gentle rain, and through it now he could see some people walking by ignorant of the portal opening on a wall. The stone face looked like tears rolling down them as the patter of rain grew louder, him approaching the portal.

“I haven't seen Mount Rushmore in so long,” he said with a smile, as he stuck a hand through, Celestia right behind him.

The next thing he knew, someone was grabbing his hand. He flew through the portal and let out a yelp before a cloth covered his face.

“We got 'im, boys,” a voice said, Celestia letting out a scream of shock as her vision went black. “And the angel, too. The King'll love that shit,” the gruff man's voice said solidly as the portal closed, the large man holding Kyosu gave a toothy grin as the scrawny white-robbed man held Celestia's eyes and mouth shut.

“He will, without a doubt,” the scrawny man said as he smiled. “I know how much he's been wanting one.”

Kyosu struggled but when the large man put a rag over his mouth, the chloroform on it slowly making him fall limp.

~&~&~

“Excuse me? Sir?” a waitress asked at the diner as Nihilium sat at the table, looking at a menu, zoned out somewhat. It was dark, almost eight o' clock now. Nihilium has stumbled upon the diner, and was unsure on what to do or where to go, and Delirium hadn't helped him much in any event.

“Oh, sorry. Yeah?” he asked, and the waitress just tilted her head as she put a hand on her hips in irritation.

“What do you want to order?”

“The cheeseburger and fries, make sure they aren't greasy,” he said as he pulled out of a pocket a pack of cigarettes. “Oh, and a chocolate shake too, babe.” He smirked as the waitress rolled her eyes and left, lighting a cigarette and starting to smoke peacefully.

The doors to the diner opened and in came a police man in uniform, another following him. “Just got off the shift, Delilah, get us the usual,” the officer said, and when Nihilium looked across the table, he found Delirium standing there with a smile on his face.

“So, Nihilium, what's your plan? Stumble around and find something to do? Or is that more structured than your plan?” Delirium asked, and Nihilium rose an eyebrow at him.

“No plan. Getting a meal, then letting things happen. It won't matter much.” Nihilium leaned back and pulled out his cigarette to blow out a puff of smoke, as Delirium just shrugged.

“You really don't remember anything do you?”

“So what if I don't? Maybe none of it happened, maybe all of it did, I don't though,” he responded as the waitress brought out his order. He thanked her without an ounce of sincerity, and sighed as he looked at it. “I hate grease.”

He patted the greasy fries and burger with a napkin as Delirium stole a small handful, Nihilium hardly noticing that he dipped them into the milkshake.

“So, if I told you you're in some big plot involving us angels, would that make you any less nonchalant?” Delirium smiled as he put the french fry with chocolate milkshake on it in his mouth, and Nihilium took a bite from the cheap cheeseburger, now with around twenty percent less grease.

“Not especially,” Nihilium said as he took a bite from one of the fries. “Gah, still way too greasy. I hate fast food diners sometimes,” he muttered as he almost seemed to choke down the fries. “Why can't they just bake them?”

“Are you really more concerned with whining about the food?” Delirium asked, and Nihilium just laughed.

“Right now, yeah. It's in front of me, I'm not liking it.”

The doors opened and a girl with a brilliantly purple outfit came in, her hourglass figure punctuating her hips as her amethyst-colored pigtails swayed in the light wind. Her short dress revealed a little leg before her thigh-high stockings covered the rest. She pulled her long, purple gloves off and sat down near Nihilium, who paid no mind to her.

And then, in his one good eye he was met by a blinding light, Delirium sending him a forced vision of the future.

The girl who had just entered stood in front of him, her arms turning to metal, her screaming, Nihilium saw another figure – no, he saw himself – rushing to her aide. “Raelyn!” he shouted, as she fell to the ground, screaming in agonizing pain as the metal encroached more of her body. Behind her, an angel smirked as Nihilium saw himself, sometime in the future, glaring up at him.

The vision vanished and he was back in the diner, Delirium raising an eyebrow.

“What do you want?” Nihilium asked, his voice cold now. “How are you showing me these things...?”

“You see the future, when I want or let you. That is my gift to you, as your angel,” Delirium said, standing up. “Talk to her. She knows you already.”

“She knows me...?

“Well, at any rate, she will. Time is a bit of an illusion to me, it doesn't flow the same for me as it does for you,” Delirium responded, and walked to the bathroom, looking back at Nihilium just for a second before he passed through the doorway.

Nihilium got up and took with him the basket of fries and what was left of his burger, grabbing the shake last as he walked to the table the girl was at.

“E-excuse me, miss, can I sit here?” he asked, and she looked at Nihilium, somewhat surprised by the man's sudden approach.

“Ah... yeah, sure, I suppose you can,” she said calmly after a second, and Nihilium took a seat. “My name's Raelyn – Raelyn Kasumi. What would be your name?”

“I... I don't know, to be honest. I go by Nihilium then. I can't remember what my name is,” Nihilium said, and Raelyn nodded slowly, as her waitress now brought her a salad and glass of ice tea. The waitress looked a Nihilium oddly, but didn't say anything.

“Amnesia then?” she asked, as she opened the straw wrapper that the waitress had left with the iced tea, and put her straw in.

“Yeah. I woke up in a field last night, not sure who I am or anything. Been trying to just figure out who I am for now,” Nihilium said, and Raelyn nodded slowly.

“There's not much I know of that I can do to help you, I'm afraid, but... I can look into it, I've got some medical text books but I'm sure I can find something online,” Raelyn said, and realized that Nihilium obviously didn't know who she was. “I'm a doctor of sorts – more of a apothecary, I suppose, since I didn't go through any actual training. But I'm good at what I do.”

“You are? Well, if you could help that'd be appreciated,” Nihilium said, and Raelyn smiled. Nihilium took a bite of his cheeseburger, nearly finishing it now.

“How about I take you to my clinic? I don't imagine you have much money or a place to stay.”

Nihilium thanked her for her kindness, and paused. “You have an odd name...”

“I was in Japan for some time, my grandmother is Japanese. I'm only a quarter Japanese, but... well that's not important,” she answered, her response somewhat rigid and stiff. “Nihilium is an odd name too.”

“Yeah, well, it's not my real name I don't think.”

Raelyn just gave him a smile and the two talked while they ate, the two police officers leaving the diner a while before they did. As the two left to Raelyn's small, two-door car, Nihilium wondered where Delirium was, but shrugged it off. He got in and she started the car, the dinging signaling his seat belt not being on simply irritating him until he buckled up to make it stop. Raelyn gave a smirk but said nothing.

The radio played some jazz, and Nihilium looked out at the countryside. The small diner was out in the country, and Raelyn explained that this had been the town she was originally from before being taken to her grandmother in Japan. It had just vanished over the course of time, and the diner was all that remained from it.

“That's kinda sad,” Nihilium muttered to himself, too quiet for her to hear. But the town – had it existed? It didn't sound familiar to him, and he seemed to remember events in the news, just nothing relating to his life before... before whatever had happened to him.

“Yeah... oh well, not that many good memories.”

Nihilium glanced at her before looking ahead at the small town coming up on the road. “This is the town I live in now, welcome to Milford, Indiana,” Raelyn said as they passed by a small sign with the name of the town and the population posted below, a measly thousand residents.

“Looks... really not that interesting,” Nihilium said as he saw above him something interesting.

“Oh, a shooting star,” Raelyn said as she saw it. “Make a wish,” she said jokingly, and Nihilium had a brief memory, of a shooting star.

“It's yours,” he said without even realizing it, as the star flickered out. Raelyn shrugged and saw the same star, its dim red, falling still, ever closer.

“Done.”

All Nihilium knew was that something interesting was going on with the star, but what he didn't know. “Thanks again for giving me a place. I mean, you had no reason to, we're total strangers...”

“You seem alright, y'know? Besides, I could kill you in a heartbeat if you tried anything,” Raelyn said, and turned her car onto a side-street. The small house at the end of it looked cozy, almost like a hamlet.

“So... where's your clinic?”

“Oh, I operate from home sometimes. The clinic itself is closed anyways so I think I'll just take you there tomorrow.”

Nihilium nodded, and as the two got out of their cars he looked at the sky again.

“It's beautiful isn't it?” Raelyn asked and Nihilium nodded. “Makes me wonder what Earth's for kinda...”

“Yeah... well, maybe it isn't for anything.” Nihilium followed her into her house, Raelyn not really seeming too put-off by the idea of Earth having no purpose.

“I'll show you around the house, then. That way you can get to sleep. Maybe that'll help you get your memory back, I've read cases of amnesia ging away overnight.”

Nihilium nodded, as Raelyn began to show him around the small house, starting with the living room where he'd be sleeping that night.

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"The King'll love that shit"


LOL, like a true pro.


Also, greasy food is more important than angels, jussaiyan XD


I really like where this is heading~

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They messed with Celestia.


Kyosu will NOT be amused.


"I love Portals."


But i am very happy with how chapter 2 went. lol at morrowind high. Good Job.

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Morrowind High



Any dark elves there?

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