The Fallen Angel

I‘ll think of a better title later, okay?

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Angel hit the ground hard. Her glasses flew off (why did she have glasses?) and she could taste the metallic tang of blood in her mouth.

Almost immediately, she froze. Angel couldn’t remember the last time she’d tasted her blood. She tried to push that disturbing thought out of her mind and stood up, putting her glasses on. There were rolling hills everywhere, covered with emerald green grass. Which didn’t narrow it down much. She could be literally anywhere.

Of all the places they could’ve sent me...

She was pretty sure that they would’ve at the very least give her a soft landing. After all, she was one of their most trusted. She had spent decades training under them. Centuries.

Millennia, even.

Angel looked up at the sky. It had turned gray in a matter of minutes and was getting blacker by the moment. Yet it was eerily calm. She frowned. This isn’t right. Even the most hated training under them had never ever' encountered a thunderstorm.

Angel, Angel, Angel. the grass seemed to be whispering. She felt an odd sensation, as if a bird had landed on her head and was clutching it with its talons.

How ironic. another voice whispered in her head.

Angel shrieked, her voice carrying across the hills. She had just enough sense to extend her thoughts. Who are you?!'

Though she couldn’t hear it, she could sense the creature chuckling. ''I am everything, yet nothing. My name is too difficult to pronounce, but you can call me Screech.''

Well, Screech, I don’t like creatures in my mind, Please leave. she thought, trying to push Screech out of her mind.

Never. Screech hissed, and a sharp pain shot through Angel’s head. She barely managed not to shriek again. ''I’ve chosen you and I’ll never leave. Don’t ever try to do that again, or I’ll make you black out with the pain.''

Are... are you threatening me? Angel asked, feeling a tiny bit indignant.

The strange creature waited a moment before responding. ''They’re not threats, Angel. They’re promises.''