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FALLEN ANGEL (GIFTED)

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The girl who bumped into him was the first to rise, cleaned herself from the dust, and offered her hand to help the man who still sat down on the ground. He is still utterly shocked. “I was in a hurry so I didn’t pay attention before. Eh, are you okay?” Azalel’s eyes fluttered several times. He is still dumbstruck by what had happened. No… It wasn’t her who made him stunned in silence. Neither is her sincere apology. “You?? You can see me??” He asked her in disbelief and rose from the ground easily. She frowned at him as if he had just spilled the stupidest question in the world. “Yes, of course, I can. Is there something wrong with it? “Anyway… Are you ok?” "I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you before…” The girl kept apologizing to him and bowed repeatedly in guilt. Azalel didn’t say anything or give her a formal response but he just cleaned his cloak thoroughly. Seeing the person who bumped with her was fine, she then asked another question. But it sounds more like permission to leave as soon as possible. “You look fine, so I can leave now, right? See you…” Then, she rushed out, turned left, and disappeared without leaving any trace. Azalel remained silent on his spot while his eyes keep looking in the direction where the girl was gone. Meanwhile, Reuben came toward him and suddenly stopped his steps. He looked in the same direction where Azalel is looking right now. He seemed so confused. “Aza?” Silence. “Aza? Are you okay?” “Reuben…” "A mortal bumped me this morning…" "WHAT??? IMPOSSIBLE!!!" Reuben shrieked in disbelief. He thought he had misheard the news. “But it was... TRUE!!" "WHEN WAS IT??" "Before you showed up, Reuben..."

Chapter 1PROLOG

Humans…

A creature created to worship and adore their creator...

A physical being made of flesh and blood…

Such a fragile and weak thing…

Easily deceived by their feelings and destroy one another by hatred or betrayal...

Blood and tears flew down…

Killing or be killed by your kin…

Kingdoms and empires rose and collapse…

In the repetition of time…

In a heartbeat of destiny that holds their fate...

Lock them up in the name of mortality…

The term of immortality ceased from their memories…

No matter how good they could be, in the end, they would end up as dust and ashes on earth…

But for us…

Those who were here since the world had begun...

In the name of eternality that marks our identities…

Those who always stay by His side and watch over all lives on earth…

We are…

Angels…

1 PROLOG - 1994

I was sitting patiently in the car while my aunt went out to the nearest mini-market. She wanted to buy us a drink. I remembered that day. The sun shone brightly and the heat was suffocating. Thankfully, the aircon is still on, so I won't get grilled alive in the car. Thanks to the aircon! Yeayyy…

Then, I saw her. While everyone was rushing out in the road and some of them were using their umbrellas to cover their heads from the heat, this figure was sitting down quietly in the crowds. She is…

Weird.

She was in the crowds but looks like no one paid attention to her existence at all. I can't see her face. Her black long hair completely covered her face. She looked like a surreal painting. So close, yet, so distant at the same time.

I shook my head. Then, my eyes stared in the same direction.

Strange.

She's gone.

Disappeared.

Hmm… where did she go?

Where is she?

"You? "

I heard someone calling me softly. But, somehow, I felt an eerie all of sudden. Sending a chill to my spine instantly. I don't know why…

Until I saw "her"...

Right in front of me, her red bloody eyes stared directly at me. Her face is half torn off and her skin melts down. Showing hundreds of wriggling maggots behind her despicable mask…

She grinned widely. Showing her sharp teeth while her saliva drooled uncontrollably. My car window soaked by her disgusting watering mouth.

I gasped. Choked by fear.

That thing started scratching the car window with its nails. My eyes stared widely at her. My body trembled. I'm too damn scared by now.

"You…. You can see me, right?"

"Akh…akh… akh…"

I can't speak!!! I can't breathe…

Oxygen escaped from my lungs. My tears welled up and flew out on my cheeks. Fear. Now I know they exist...

HELP!!!

I screamed out loud inside my mind. Calling my mom. Anyone… please help me….

Ma… come back…. please…..!!

That thing kept scratching and grinning broadly at me. She became more excited when she looked at my fearful pale face. She knew that I could see her. As clear as the sun in daytime.

CREEAAK….

Now, my car's window started to crack a bit. That thing started to laugh uncontrollably while her nails went deeper and scratched faster. Forcing herself to get closer with me as soon as possible.

I closed my eyes and screamed out loud….

HELP ME!!!!

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