Her Archangel: Prologue

A B O U T

This is a fantasy story, with archangels and demons and popstars and sex and all that jazz. This books will be divided into chapters that you will find easily in my profile. 

A U T H O R ' S N O T E

Dear You,

I wrote this book as a means of compensating for my lack of imagination, since when I write books of ordinary plots I realize my imagination dies down some. In other words, if my brain runs out of juice while writing the other books, I write fantasy to get it kicking. I hope you don't find this book boring, since it's a product of what's left of my brain juice instead of its abundance.

This book will, again, have themes NOT suitable for very young readers. If you are a very young reader (and trust me, I know my readers are young based on how they comment on my stories), then there's absolutely nothing I can do about that but you are a very disobedient person. I would just like to let you know that.

- D I S C L A I M E R -

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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P R O L O G U E

Get rid of it.

Those words rang through her head as she calmly stood, her posture carelessly perfect. She stared out at the impossible green of the forest, a beautiful synonym to her eyes behind the glass of her home. Her long silk-red robe was parted to give the forest a peek of her tall, lithe body in a black top and bottom lingerie. She didn't care, not because she was afraid anyone passing by the forest might see, but simply that: she didn't care. She wasn't human enough anymore.

Emotionless. Stoic. Perfect.

Green orbs disappeared behind long-lashed lids and air was softly released through lush lips.

It. That's what I am.

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"The Council has deemed you guilty."

Those words have been echoing in her head for the past few sunsets.

"You are to serve in the human realm for one month, as redemption for your crime."

She's an Archangel. Humans were meant to worship her. Bow before her. She used them for pleasure, but this time it went too far.

"Your Honor, Archangel Adiona coerced a human male to have intercourse with her, and took his life afterwards. This is in violation of not one but two laws of the Haven."

"He murdered his family. And he had the audacity to lie to me about it." Adiona was calm. "I had my suspicions, so I touched his mind. The sex was a bonus."

Adiona almost scoffed when she remembered the response of the Council. They told her it didn't matter. That controlling a mind to do your bidding was against the law, and so was taking the life of a human. The human life was for God to take alone, and they never meddled with His favorite creation.

Adiona traced the still water surrounding her beautiful home with a delicate finger as she spoke.

"Contact Tom Rodriguez. Schedule an appointment. I'll have to comply to the Council's demands."

A beautiful woman with the darkest hair and bluest eyes dressed in a simple white silk top and pants bowed slightly. "Yes, milday." She hesitated, speaking in a voice that has been adoring her mistress for as long as she had been alive. "If you resist too much, they could get suspicious."

"Indeed," Adiona didn't even flinch when a sharp teeth dug into her finger in the water. Her piranhas were getting hungry. "Then I'd have to kill more." She pulled her bleeding finger out and placed it in her mouth, tasting the cool, metallic taste of her own blood. Her closest confidante didn't bother to grab a towel. They both knew it would heal in seconds.

"And we wouldn't want more blood in our hands."