Fantasy Free falling

[Imaginary]

Why can't I be more?
I don't wanna fight my father's wars.
But nothing comes easy where I come from.
House of Heroes

Name: Luciel
Alias: Ciel
Age: 125 years
Gender: male

Hair color: blonde
Eye color: bright blue
Height: 6'3 ft
Build: lithe, athletic

Ethan_ nestor

 

[Ethan_ nestor]

Name: Anabeth
Alias: ana
Age: 25
Gender: female
Hair colour: white
Eye colour: grey
Height: 5’6
Body type: curvy

 

[Imaginary]

Tonight was a special night.
A week ago, Ciel had been woken up early in the morning by the great Michael himself, who had come to invite him to the next gathering.
The gathering.
It was a special occasion when the high-ranking angels came together to discuss important matters ragarden heaven and hell and everything in between.
Being invited to a gathering when you were an angel as young as Ciel could only mean one thing:
A trip to Earth.
He had been so excited for tonight, had barely been able to sleep, but now that he was here, walking up to Michael himself, who was waiting for him along with the other archangels and some other important ones, he didn't know how to feel.

Of course he was proud that they were fianlly trusting him to go down there, but Ciel could feel the distrustful gazes of Uriel, Cassiel and a whole bunch of other angels lingering on him like the laser mark of a sniper gun.
And slowly, his excitement was turning into nervosity and anger.
After 125 years they still didn't trust him.
They looked at him and saw his father, and yes, he was a spitting image of him, but neither that not his father's crimes were Ciel's fault, so why did they apparently expect him to turn on them any second?!
It wasn't fair...

However, Michael's voice pulled his attention away for his somber thoughts.
Michael.
The one angel who had to cast Lucifer out of heaven now was the one who gave him a reassuring smile, just like Gabriel and Azrael and a few others.
As long as those two, Michael and Gabriel, had his back, Ciel knew there was nothing he'd have to fear. No one messed with those two.

"Luciel", Gabriel spoke. "You've proved to us more than once that your heritage does not define you. You have shown yourself to us as a righteous, uncorrupted soul and you have learned and followed our laws."
A bright smile crossed Ciel's face.
He had spent his first fifty years with his father down in hell, who had expected him to fight the war he had never managed to finish, but when Ciel had entered heaven and Gabriel and Michael had found him, they hadn't killed him, as Lucifer had made him believe they would.
They had given him a chance, and Ciel had worked harder than everyone to prove himself to them.
Now it payed off.
"Today, you will go on your first mission to Earth. This time, all we want you to do is learn and help wherever you can, for one month. Michael will visit you once a week to make sure everything is alright.
Are you ready, young Luciel?"
The young angel's feathers ruffled in excitement as he nodded, a broad grin on his face. "I'm ready!"

However, that grin should soon fade from his lips;
The flight to Earth was long, and the storm was getting heavier with every passing minute.
He fought until his wings were sore, but the wind threw the young angel around mercilessly.
The last thing he saw was the ground coming closer far too fast...
And then everything went black as he collided with the frozen gravel in a front lawn.

 

[Ethan_ nestor]

Ana was huddled up on her couch, staring at the t.v that emitted static. Even with the heat turned up the cold still seeped into her house. Ana closed her eyes and imagined what her friends were doing. They were more than likely surrounded by family and loved ones. She smiled as she thought about Ali, her friend, telling her about her trip to see her family.
Ana was stuck in her home. No family to visit. She tried to block out the memories but to no avail. Her parents died when she was young. They were going out of country for work when their plane crashed. During this time Ana was staying with a family friend. Anyone else who was related to her either pretended she didn’t exist or they were dead.
With the blanket pulled tighter around her she felt more safe and warm. Ana leaned over twards the coffee table to pick up her tea. She took a sip, enjoying the warmth and the semi bitter taste. With her legs pulled up to her chest she began to doze off.
“goodnight.” She mumbled to herself. Her body went limp as her mind relaxed. Then she jumped awake as a loud thump came from outside. Confused she slowly got up from the couch and headed to the front door. Peering outside the peephole there was a man lying on the sidewalk in front of her house. It was hard to see him because at this point it was late at night and the snow was coming down heavily.
Ana let out a strong breath. She assumed it was a drunk wandering from the bar a few blocks away.grabing her jacket and throwing it on hastily She unlocked the door and opened it. Walking out across the snow covered grass she shivered. A blast of wind hit her causing her to stumble.
Ana finally made it to the man. He didn’t look like he was drunk. Ana was surprised. He wasn’t wearing a coat, instead he was wearing white thin clothes. That wasn’t the strangest part about him, however, he sported a pair of white wings. One of them was twisted at an angle that hurt Ana to look at. At a closer look Ana could see blood slowly oozing out of it.
Strangely enough ana didn’t question it. Ana didn’t even find it weird. She bent down and tried to gently pull the man with wings off the ground. At first she failed and he slipped out of her grip slightly. With several tugs he was finally in a semi standing position. Ana took his arm and put it around her shoulder and tried to drag carry him to her house to warm him up and to see if he would wake up.
She finally made it to the door. Ana was panting and sweating as she heaved the man onto the couch. With a sigh she slid onto the floor in front of the couch and drifted off.

 

[Imaginary]

Ciel awoke with a long, painful groan.
Angels were celestial beings, therefore much more enduring than earthly creatures, but a fall from a height like that was too much, even for the wings of an angel.
But he was alive.
His bright blue eyes slowly fluttered open to the sight of a... Ceiling?
That was strange.
He had expected a snowstorm and icy cold, instead, he was somewhere inside, though this looked completely different from the building's he knew from heaven.
Most of those were made of a white substance, similar to stone, but whatever this ceiling was made of, it was something different.
Wood, maybe?
He had heard other angels talk about something like that...

Every single inch of his body hurt as Luciel slowly turned his head to look around, but the sore feeling subsided quite quickly, thanks to his angelic healing powers.
His wing however would take some time...
"Hello?", He asked carefully upon noticing the human next to him, however in Emochian, the angelic language.
But it dawned on him quickly that humans probably didn't speak this language...

All hail the natural multilingualism of angels, or rather their capability to learn a language multiple times faster than a human.
Still, the language barrier was a roblem right now...

He carefully tried to push himself up in a sitting position and fascinatedly ran his fingers over the material of the couch.
Another fabric he wasn't familiar with.
Just like... Honestly aomsot everything. Everything looked so foren to him, so strange...
But he'd adapt, eventually.
The pain that shot up his left wing and shoulder however brought his attention back to himself when he tried to fold his wings on his back.
The left one was hanging down limply, the bones in a position that definitely wasn't right, and blood staining his beautiful white feathers.

He winced, carefully touching the injury.
But, despite the pain, Ciel's curiosity soon got the best of him and he rested his injured wing on the couch to look at the human.
"...Ci-el...", He tried to introduce himself, feeling quite stupid for not knowing her language, excepting a few basic words he had learned from other angels.
"Uh... Language? Book...?", He asked kind of helplessly.

 

[Imaginary]

[bump?]

 

[Ethan_ nestor]

( I’m so sorry I haven’t been responding. This week has been a mess of a depressive episode)

 

[Imaginary]

Oh man that sounds hard! Hope it's getting better <:-)

 

[Ethan_ nestor]

it Is, thank you.

 

[Imaginary]

That's good to hear ^-^

 

[Sukaratta Todoroki]

(is it too late to join?)