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When Angels Fall - Chapter 2
Kiril pushed the barred door open with the tip of his boot and laid the captive on the floor of his cell. The Angel had taken quite a beating, he noticed. The top layer of his robes had been torn so badly it barely hung on; Kiril removed it, along with the ripped sash about his waist. The Angel's face and arms were covered in cuts, and the Demon could see dark purple bruises beginning to form on his arms where his once long, flowing sleeves now hung in shreds.
Tossing the torn clothing aside, he quickly looked over the wounds that had been inflicted upon the Angel. Nothing seemed to be life threatening so he stood once more and left, leaving the unconscious Angel to sleep on the floor.
The Angel awoke with a slight moan to the sound of metal scrapping across the stone floors and hinges screaming in protest of their movement. He opened his eyes slowly and blinked in th
Nothing exciting ever happened to Kyle Thomson. He lived a completely normal life in a completely normal town, and had a completely normal job. All in all, it was rather boring.
Every day was the same. He would wake up, take a shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, and walk downtown to the restaurant where he waited tables until 10:00, and then he went home, took another shower, and went to bed. It was repetitive as Hell.
But one day all that changed.
Kyle was just off lunch break, standing at the back of the restaurant in his white shirt, black slacks, and not-quite-white apron. It was nearly 1:00; the lunch rush would start any minute, but right now there was only one person in the restaurant.
It was an elderly man. His hair was white, and he had a beard that nearly reached his waist. The man must have been at least eighty, if not ninety. He ate his food slowly, and read while he ate; a book even older than himself. From what Kyle could tell it was an antique; leather bound with yellowi
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It was now nearly ten years since Teryn had fallen from the Angels' world to the Demons, and with the loss of the halfling also came a loss of hope. The war raged now more fiercely than ever as some Angels tried to find and regain the halfling child, but to no avail. Neither hide nor hair had been seen of him, many believed he had been captured; others that he had chosen to place his allegiance with the Demons. Neither was right.
Teryn had waited for someone to come -waited and prayed- but no one had come. After years of slavery and service to the Demon King, his memory of the Angels began to fade, and as no one came for him he grew to resent them more and more. He had thought they cared about him, but obviously he was wrong. The Angels did not care about him enough to free him, so why should he care about them?
Kiril sighed as he trudged down the steps into the darkened dungeons; he was always given the worst jobs. The dungeon was dark and damp and Kiril hated it with a
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