BANE

It's been five earth years since I broke away from my duties as a Fallen Angel. To be honest, I never had a choice. I was too new and my guardians were part of the fallen. I longed for heaven ever since.

But once they cast you out, there was no way of coming back. I'd never relate to our studies, what it was we were supposed to do. I found it wicked, and deceiving, and yet, I got the horns and the dark wings.

I sometimes struggle with myself, with my dark thoughts caused by our branding that seeped through our being, poisoning everything good in us. Lying low away from the Fallen wasn't a simple task, either. I knew my guardians were looking for me. I didn't miss that life at all.

A thud reached my ears, followed by the rumbling that seeped deep through the ground. The explosion of glass came as the rumble shook through the sink that became the walls of my home. My hands steadied the cupboard doors closest to me and the earthquake lasted for more the five seconds.

Alarms went off, and the siren began. I rushed out the door and down the pathways that connected all the sink huts around here.

"Bane!" Emily, Benjamin's mom, popped her head out the door. She had fair hair and blue eyes where her husband was the complete opposite.

"You okay? Anyone got hurt?"

"No."

"Go back inside. Stay safe." I rushed past more homes leading toward the main alley that hid our scrappy place that we had called home.

A few shortcuts through alleyways followed. The air became thick with the dust that flew around. I pulled up my mask and hoody to cover my face.

My fingers dug into the deep crack that ran up a building. I turned right, into the alley that led to the court and river, and was met with chaos. People ran around. Some had gotten hurt. Their screaming reached my ears and seeped into my being. It sent shivers down my spine as I had forgotten those types of screams. The screams I used to be surrounded by when I still lived in Hell, or went back to report.

It's not hell, Bane. These people need your help.

I rushed past the rubble and into the courtyard, past so many people in the square.

Part of the Landwehr got destroyed and the bridge crossing the canal caved in. This was no ordinary earthquake. A part of me wanted to turn around and just go back home, but I knew it would be twenty times worse if authorities discovered the reason behind the earthquake.

I walked toward the impact. Bodies strewn around that were the closest. Glass of the buildings laid on the floor. The cars' windows were completely shattered and debris float around the air.

I climbed over rocks, touching people neck's feeling for a pulse but so far, nothing.

The rocks at the top were hard to climb and my shoes kept sliding down the loose grit, but I pushed through. Once I reached the top, the breath in my lungs disappeared.

Below is an enormous crater covered in more rocks and a cloud of dust. I should turn around, but someone below could use my help.

"Is anyone out there?" I yelled, but nobody answered.

My enhance hearing picked up sirens. They were still far away, but will be here soon.

My heart thumbed in my chest as I walked further, wiping the dust that accumulated in the air, and the scent of gasoline stung my nose. My soles skidded on more loose rocks and I lost my balance, sliding over rubble and down the crater.

The burn stung my palms and skin on my elbow as I came to a stop. The dust settled into my lungs and a rumble cough passed through my lips as I wiped away the dust to see what was going on in front of mine.

With the next step I took, I kicked something solid, and yet nothing like a rock. It was a body.

I crouched down and my eyes landed on the pair of white wings. Next to it, a black sulfur stain and goo splattered around the rocks.

It wasn't gasoline. It was sulfur.

I crawled backward fast, wanting to get away from this, but I stopped as images of authority dragging the divine being away, concealing the truth to the humans, jumped into my mind.

It followed with things they might do to the divine being. She wasn't a splatter like the fallen. She was still in tack.

My body turned back around and I went on my haunches, reaching out for her neck to feel for the vibration that comes from her essence.

A faint pulse touched my fingers. She was already busy turning into a human, masking herself from human eyes, but she wasn't awake. Her wings were still majestically lying behind her.

I picked her up, even though my mind protested not to, but the damn images in my head. Vanity had told me so many times how these good-hearted thoughts were going to be the end of me.

Her wings were heavy as I picked her petite figure up. I wouldn't be able to mask them now. I would just have to be careful that nobody saw us.

She stirred as I put her on a makeshift sled, made from half a door. I put her wings around her, so that they do not tear on the ground, and found a cable that I attached to the door, the door knocker.

I pulled her up the hill of rubble.

When we got to stable ground, I carried her all the way back to my place.

What was I thinking, housing an angel in my shitty apartment? An angel that would not believe that a demon saved her life.

954 words

I'm changing a lot of things around. So a new chapter two. Sorry for those that has been following but decided to write in Bane's point of view too. I hope you like it.

Let me know if there are any mistakes. Thanks for reading.