Fantasy Hush Hush

[I C A R U S]

Hush Hush

A man obsessed with demons, a woman raised by angels

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Brace the Fall

He had failed, he wasn't supposed to be that way, but it was too tempting.


Now all he remembers is pain and falling, eternally falling...


A fallen angel is tormented by his inner demons, and has decided to regain his strength and power by seeking the alliance of the 'Fallen,' the devil himself. Now he must offer the 'perfect sacrifice' to appease his new Lord, but will he succeed in his mission? Or will something change his mind?

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A 1x1 by: I C A R U S & WolfOfProphecys 
-- And minutes before he fell, they thought him beautiful in Heaven --


The sky is crying again, although harder this time; big, fat drops of clear water kept coming down in hundreds, thousands. The wind did nothing but to help them fall even faster, while the dark sky continued in its torrential downpour. The incessant pitter-patter of the rain on the glass windows made the young man's head ache harder. He has an empty bottle in hand, the last drop already taken by his dry mouth minutes ago. And yet, even with a full bottle emptied, the memories are still clear and vivid in his mind. And he knows why, it is God's wrath.


Some say that whenever it rains, the souls are going down to Earth to visit those that they had left behind. They go down alongside the drops of water, their numbers represented by the drops itself. For a heavy rain however, it is a different story. There had been a violent storm when Gabriel fell. No mortal eyes had seen the fall,because nobody in their sane minds would go out in a storm that strong. He remembers being struck down by his brothers, his great wings torn little by little off of his back. There was agonizing pain, and then, it was over. The skies had cleared, as if nothing had happened at all.


Gabriel let the bottle fall from his hand and unto the wooden floor. Closing his eyes shut, he tried one last time to forget, even for just a moment. He has to focus now, for this is the day that he'll begin his new mission. He doesn't know why 'He' had chosen her, but that doesn't concern him. All he has to do is offer her up to 'Him,' and it will all be over. With a weary sigh, Gabriel grabbed his helmet and walked towards the front door.


--


When he reached the road outside her place, Gabriel tipped his motorbike, making it lay on it's side as if it had been hit. He removed his helmet and bashed the front visor, making the glass crack into a couple of large pieces. After cutting himself on the forehead and just under his right rib and on his leg, he walked towards her front door and knocked. "H-Help!" he shouted, waiting for a response.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Whilst the rain poured, bouncing off windows and cars alike, hitting everything and anything in its path to the already soaked floor, a young girl sat inside, a cup of hot coca in hand, a book in her lap as she watched the rain. She didn't mind said water, as long as she was indoors, in the comfy warmth of her home, and the rain was outside, not leaking through the roof.


The reason for the silence around the house, except from the hard pattering on the windows, was this, the young girl, Ash, had moved out of her old home only a few weeks ago. The room she was currently in was barely decorated with her items, a comfortable armchair sat in the corner, the one the girl currently sat upon, and a long sofa sat across the back wall. A small Tv was on the wall opposite, but had never been turned on, the young girl to engrossed in her books to notice or care. Over by the door was not one, but three bookshelves, each full with reading material.


The small room was cozy, and Ash took another sip of her drink, before settling it on a small table beside her, of which also had a lamp sat upon it. She curled her knees to her chest, bringing her book up, and continued to read happily. She was a intelligent girl, though she could never find a job. She had one until yesterday, when she had been fired because she was too intelligent. That was probably because she worked in a bar, and put off all the customers who kept flirting with her by making witty comebacks to their faces.


She didn't care though.


A sudden call from outside made her head snap up, and she quickly put her book down, quickly grabbing her black coat, pulling the hood up before hurrying outside. She froze as she noticed a man, and his motorbike across the road, and hurried over, kneeling beside him, pure worry in her bright blue eyes, "Y-You ok?" She asked softly, her eyes looking him over