"JEV!" I scream, my head flung back in the rain, sobbing hysterically. My midnight black wings hang limply at my sides as I slide down the side of the worn down church, burying my face into my legs.
The rain is cold and unforgiving, hitting my face like icicles; pelting so hard it would bruise my face if I were a mortal.
But I'm not.
The necklace burns against my skin and I hiss, ripping off the necklace. It glows bright red, scalding my hand, and I throw the necklace out into the cold, May rain.
I sniffle, hiccupping softly, and I stand up, my resolve hardening.
My name is Charoum Cipriano,
My brother, Jev Cipriano, has abandoned me for a Nephilim girl.
And I am an Angel of Death.
I had come down here to bring back my brother, but now, he's been stolen and changed into a fallen angel.
I wipe my face, although it's useless since it's raining.
God is sad, mourning his loss.
My hair is stringy, and hangs in little chunks across my face. I breathe hard through my mouth, my wings straightening to their full view and I growl, looking exactly like the angel that I am.
I am fearless,
I am deadly.
I glower through hooded eyelids and hair strands, swearing on this holy ground.
"You killed my brother,
And now I'm going to kill you."
A/N: I have been thinking about this story for awhile and thought I'd put it out here. Please review. Just like on my other stories, if I don't get five reviews for each chapter, I will not update for awhile.
Enjoy. I thought I'd put up three new chapters so have fun reading. :)