2012

PREFACE

I hear screeching. The sound of a woman shrieking in agony.
A familiar voice. One I heard all my life. The voice I'd listen to all my life. The voice I have come to know from which ever different angle I approached it at- when it laughed, cried, screamed or even sang.
I know it very well.
my voice.
bile rose up my throat, my heart throbbing violently against my chest. The sound made me nauseas. And I wanted to get away from it. Run away from the sound my instincts went against- which inly meant that trouble had come seeking. I wanted to get as far away as possible before I lose my sanity- that I am now gripping on with only my fingernails; a second more on the edge and I'll slip and fall into an abyss of infinity velvety nothingness.
before I knew it, my legs carried me in no direction I knew, but I knew certainly its away from the bilious sound. I can hear my heart beat. It was deafening my footsteps.
Though the shrieking louder and distinct by the nanosecond.
That's when it happened.
So much pressure my brain felt like it was going to shatter into a million shards that would be adequately spread over six acres of land. My fingers tired and I leaped into dire dementia.
To the state where all I could hear I the shrieking.
Then I saw it. A shapeless figure. Silhouetted against the pale moonlight.
It shimmered with sparkles on the edges and distinguished into view.
The familiar shadow that has haunted me for as long as I remember.
I perpetually pondered on what it was. Why it was there. Waiting perhaps? Waiting to ambush me with overcoming fear and engulf in agony into coma of severe anguish.
A scream broke out of me. In synchronization with my replica of shrilling cries. Startled, I realized I had stopped amid the delirium. I began to run amok once more when I terminally retrieved from my one second shemozzle.
I felt something cold on my shoulder. Looking back, I saw nothing, in spite of feeling talons tightly clawing my shivering skin. A pang of pain hit my skull as I was promptly thrown to what seemed like a wall torridly.
I hear a crunch, and feel more pain. The bones of my left shoulder were broken for sure. That was a hard blow.
Sick bastard.
Stifling breaths, gasping for air, struggling to cope, the situation has worsened and I know I won't survive much longer in this state.
It's like a horror movie come to life.
My life.
not much longer I have endured the pain, everything blacked out- the screams sounded distant, they faded 'til I could no longer hear anything other than the beat of my heart, see nothing but dizzying ghostly stars, feel nothing but vast emptiness.
Yet, that was for a relieving second before returning back to reality.
The severe pain has spread throughout my entire body to the point where I can't move a single muscle- a reminder of the terrifying monster that is after me. The twisted being that won't stop 'til it as satisfied its thirst for my blood.
My death.

CHAPTER 1

I am a full-blood angel.
Not the kind of sweet, devout angles angels you were taught to believe in in children's tales. In reality, one in four angels are exactly the opposite.
I'm one of them.
I am a celestial warrior.
Not a seraphim. Or archangel either.
But a Guardian Angel. A small part that initially makes up the wrath of Heaven.
When you-know-who breathed life into me fifteen earthly years ago, I was exiled from Heaven thirteen years later. All because he wouldn't laud of my outstanding eagerness for crusade. C'mon, everyone loves a good sporting fight once in a while, right? Don't get me wrong, all that amicable, exquisite crap kinda wears me down. Highlighting the 'No eye for an eye' policy, which generally is applied to us Guardians.
Well, I'm sort of glad I'm an outcast. Because now I can freely unleash my anger with swear words. Matter of fact, I can swear….without literally chocking on the word. Even 'darn' could totally kill you.
But that's okay, I deserve it. I'll take anything that would pass for a punishment, after what I did. I'll even happily embrace it with warm arms. I feel as if being cut from home into a different world wasn't enough punishment.
Despite of all that, I'm still feeling way out of place in this world, where I'm surrounded by humans of all kind, I realize for the first time I don't belong here. I never did. There is truly no place like home.

Like every other Guardian, I have enemies. For every Guardian, their enemies are demon assailants. To my luck, I've been made popular that I almost have the entire Heaven squad furtively hating my ass.