Chapter One

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Disclaimer: None of this is mine, nor will it ever be (sigh). I like to play with the characters that Stephenie Meyers created and make them do pervy things or become angels with a bad attitude.

I'm blown away by the response for the prologue. Thank you, everyone, for taking the time read and review. I hope I can do my snarky, bad ass Angelward justice. I do plan on updating on Saturdays with teasers on Wednesdays. The first three chapters (Prologue, one and two) were submitted to the Fandom For Mental Health Awareness, but everything following that is brand new. Thank you for reading! And thank you to Clo for the manips of the characters. You rock my socks, girl!

Chapter One


I landed in my backyard and folded my wings back into my body. Walking into my home, I scratched my dog's ears as he waited for me in the kitchen. "Did you guard the house, Felix?" I asked as I filled his water bowl and fed him his kibble. "No intruders?"

Felix's tail wagged as he devoured his meal. I chuckled, walking into my massive library and sitting down in the reclining chair overlooking the Hoh Rainforest. I pulled out my journal, jotting down my thoughts from my day. I had so many journals, filled with my idle chatter and commentary about the mundane lives of humans. Mainly, it was a diatribe how I feared for the human race and future of the planet. People were so lazy, so entitled, so ... It scared me.

And don't get me started on the 'blame game.' Ugh!

I also doodled, wrote music, and reflected on my past. I'd been stuck here for over sixty years, since the early 1940s. Don't get me wrong, I liked some of my times and experiences on earth. Getting high? A-Mazing! Tattoos? Sign me up for more. Hell, I even had a huge piece on back that looked exactly like my own wings. It was sweet. Even though I couldn't show them, I knew that they would still be seen.

Having sex? You don't do that up in heaven. Well, you can, but you have to be committed to the person. Prior to my exile, I had never made the commitment so I was an angel virgin, but a virgin virgin. Though, my mentor/creator had her eyes on me and I knew she wanted more from me. She wanted that commitment. I just wasn't feeling it for her.

You know?

She reminded me of a sister. An annoying, obnoxious little sister. She was smart as she came, and beautiful in her own right, but there was something child-like that I couldn't look past. So, I relegated her to the friend-zone.

I just learned that term the other day from Google. That shit's awesome.

During the days, I worked at various jobs - construction worker, substitute teacher, health care provider, or personal assistant – jobs where I could come and go as I pleased. I was a hard worker who rarely needed a sick day, so everyone loved me even though I was a snarky son of a bitch.

Okay, snarky is putting it mildly.

I was a complete pain in the ass.

While I made the most out of my time on earth, I was still beating myself up for the reason why I was down here. My bitterness toward my situation leaked into what I did. Yes, I had fucked up. Yes, I was in cahoots with the enemy, but how the fuck was I supposed to know that? I have an infinite memory and super strength, but I thought I was helping someone in a sticky situation. I thought I was helping an innocent. That's what angels do, right?

Apparently not.

The person that I was helping all those years ago was the King of All Evil, Lucifer, the bringer of darkness and hatred. I was helping him build an army. Little did I know that the army I was helping to create was the beginning of what was known as the Holocaust? The hugest act of genocide in the modern era?

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