The Fallen and the Forgotten

Chapter 2

Nybbas

The darkness of night was suffocating Nick. It was a New Moon so there was no moon to illuminate the world. He could see, that wasn’t the problem, he was a Fallen Demon and he was able to see perfectly whether light or dark. The problem was that He had been a demon for a millennia, and the darkness was all he had known. There was no fire in Hell as the humans believed. Well there may be, it depends on the person. Every person had their own version of hell, whatever terrified them most is what they were tormented with for… well it was a never-ending nightmare down there. Something Nick had been forced to make sure of. Nick was the Demon of Nightmares, his real name was Nybbas. He went by the name Nick on Earth so the humans never caught on and also so that other Fallen didn’t recognize him. He was one of the most feared and hated demons, which was something he preferred. Nick closed his eyes and shuddered as he felt the life of an innocent human being diminished. He opened his eyes quickly, it was nearby. He took a deep breath, looking for the scent of the death. In an alley a block over, he focused on that spot and transported himself there. It was dark, but he could see perfectly, which was useful seeing how the night was when he hunted. He looked around, but stopped short at the sound of sucking. He looked closely into the dark and felt himself tense in surprise. He saw black, but it wasn't the black of night. No, it was the black of wings. What he was looking at was a Fallen angel, drinking the blood of an innocent, killing her. The dark part of him wanted to just leave her there, to deal with what she made. But the new part of him which he was still not used to made him take action. He couldn't let this angel lose their wings because they made a mistake; he knew how it felt when you were judged wrongly. Nick grimaced, than used a surge of power to sweep the angel off their feet. The angel flew back 20 feet and hit the wall of the building, crumbling to the ground unconscious. He ran to the woman on the ground, blood was trickling down her throat and onto the ground. Her blonde, wavy hair was matted in blood and her blue eyes were glassy. She wasn't breathing, so Nick sat back and looked at her neck, or what was left of her neck.

 Nick could see blood, veins, muscle and tissue. The angel had bit her neck, and ripped out her throat. Nick felt his teeth grow in response to the smell of the blood, which was still fresh. He quickly stood up and walked over to the angel, knowing there was nothing he could do for the human, she was already dead. The angel had honey blonde hair, and she was wearing a pair of tight, cut up jeans, a tight, black shirt, with knee high black leather high heels boots, her head was hanging low so he couldn't see her face, but she was breathing unevenly. He crouched down and moved her hair out of her face. She had pale skin, but she was covered in blood. She looked at her lips; they were ruby red, from the blood or was that their natural color?  Nick looked up from her mouth to her eyes, they were dark brown, and looking at him.

                 He didn't move, though he was startled. That would show weakness, something he was taught never to do. Growing up in such a violent place taught him things, things that were not needed in this place and time. Nick shook his head, the angel was beautiful. And there was something in her eyes, something dark...remorse?

 "Who are you?" Her voice was light, but he could hear something in her voice that didn't sound right, guilt?

"My name is Nick, who are you?" The woman looked startled when he spoke, and her brown eyes deflated as she whispered to him.

"My name is Lane; I can feel you are not human, so you must be a Fallen. Are you here to cut my wings?"

Nick frowned; she had killed an innocent hadn't she? How had he forgotten? She was a Fallen Angel; she had wings, black wings. Her name sounded familiar though, where had he heard it? It didn't matter; he had to cut her wings.

"Turn around and spread your wings, I’ll make it as painless as possible." She nodded and did as he said. His black sword appeared in his hands and he quickly cut both of her wings off, cuttings through cartilage and muscle. She dropped to her knees, tears falling down her face. Nick felt his hands twitch; he wanted to hold her, to comfort her. He needed to get away from her, as far away from her as possible. He didn't want to comfort anyone; this angel deserved what she had gotten. So why did he feel so guilty?