My names Landon, not London. And I fell from heaven. I am now called a Fallen Angel. I have no heart, no soul, I have nothing. I can manifest things, which means I'm practically rich. I care for no one, love no one, I will never see affection in ones eye. I can see their soul, I can see what they really are, but the only thing I can't do, is go back to serve my Master. I go to school, yes, but no one can see my wings unless I want them too. My jet-black hair falls over my eyes, which compliments my black eyes making them shine. All I wear is black so I will always be noticeable. I kill, I hurt, and I hunt but that's only when I'm asked. My gang? Ha, don't make me laugh. I'm practically leader but those sissy's don't know what's right from wrong. Will anything change? Doubt it. You have to see for yourself... ~Landon.