Prologue

She sat there, alone, once again. Her body lay huddled up on her silky bed, one of the many comforts of a high-ranking Angel like herself. "What's the point of all of this?" she asked mournfully with tears pouring down her face, her face ashen. "What's the point when he can just as easily take this away from me as the lives of thousands with the flick of his wrist? I'm just another doomed Angel to a pathetic demon."

She buried her face deeper into the pillow and drew her legs up further to her face. The pillow was covered in a dampness from her constant crying. Nobody will ever know her pain and even if they did they wouldn't care. Even the Angels wouldn't care and they were supposed to be pure with all this gentleness, just a stupid myth. Moments seemed like hours. Seconds seemed like days. Minutes seemed like years.

She flung up. The blanket was pulled up from her side to her chest. Her eyes frantically searched the room for the cause of the sudden disturbance. Her breathing slowed to a soft beat then raced up again to a pounding. She still didn't relax when the curtains seemed to be at fault, with their sudden burst of movement from an unknown breeze.

A translucent body appeared with that dark smile that made her shiver to her very bones. "Lance," she whispered so softly that no normal human or Angel could hear. But Lance did hear her and smiled even wider making the young Angel shiver even more.

He took a step closer and brought out his hand, beckoning her to take it into her own. Her mind screamed at her not to but surely enough her hand reached out in a attempt to grab his. A knock on the door broke the connection and Lance disappeared. She sighed a disheveled sigh.

The knock became sharper and a young girl's voice spoke through the door, "Ms. Shayla are you okay? May I come in?"

Shayla looked up wearily replying, "Yes La'Shina you may enter."