Dark Angel

Prolouge

It all started when I lost my grandpa. The one man who believed in me. The one man who knew that I had a future of good ahead of me. He had been battling cancer for over a year. When he died, I discovered I actually was. The memories of what happened hit me like a ton of bricks.
I was a dark angel. Not a demon. Not a fallen angel. I worked for neither God nor Satan. My kind work for ourselves. Not necessarily good or evil. Once upon a time I was an angel of heaven. But it's been too much time with humans.
I didn't fall, had I fallen I wouldn't have my wings. My wings slowly went for the purest of whites to the darkest of blacks. I had witnessed too much human tragedy too close. It didn't help that I've fallen in love with a man... But that's a story for another time.

When I had started to go dark I chose to be born as a human in disguise in hope to regain my light. For an angel, going dark was one of the most disgraceful things that could happen. The only thing worse than going dark was falling. My brothers and sisters agreed that being reborn, disguised as a human was the safest option.
For it was either that, or falling. I had been born into a well-to-do Christian family. All memory of my being a semi Celestial being wiped away.
My brothers and sisters were afraid it would interfere with the cleansing process. Once I 'died' I would I would regain my wings and be pure again. At least, that was the plan.
Unfortunately, not even my siblings could have predicted the amount of suffering this life would entail. Granted, we knew humans suffered, but we always underestimated their pain.
Being angels we didn't find humans too terribly important. Especially their emotions. And Heaven the only emotion that is expressed with joy. For that was all there was. In Heaven there was no pain, no sickness, no suffering of any kind.
The human souls that arrived were so lighthearted you'd never know that they had suffered in life at all. With the pearly gates and streets of gold, heaven was... Well... Heavenly. So we never understood pain.
Whether it was emotional or physical. So when I was about to be born it as a human in Disguise I had no idea what I actually was signing up for.

My name is Genevieve Elizabeth Swan. And this is how I went dark.