Original Sin

"I hadn’t slept a wink that night. The scene that surrounded me was complete chaos. Teens scrambling to get home before their parents realized they had been drinking all night. The house was a mess, toilet paper everywhere."

Being fallen is the easiest job in the world for Leo and, let's face it, all fallen angels. Leading ordinary humans into a life of sin with no regret? Piece of cake! It's just part of the job.

However, when Leo meets his next job at a party, things start getting weird, which is pretty damn weird for a fallen angel, all things considered. Then Leo loses his best friend. And now, someone's gotta pay!


4. Chapter 4

Deep, slow, shallow breaths. I couldn’t take my eyes off the pile of dust on my floor. I felt disgusting for even thinking of moving her, so what was I going to do? Pictures of past memories, Karla and I, parties and people. It felt so empty. The house. Me. My bed was a no-go zone right now. I last saw her on my bed. Now it just felt lifeless. I was going to have to get a new one.

All I could think of was that I was going to find whatever took my best friend and tear it limb from limb.

My phone beeped, making me jump from my feet. Opening the messages, I noticed it was from Tyler.

You want to give me those details? I have the perfect chance to ask her…

I sighed. This, Alice, was the last thing I wanted to deal with right now. My eyes moved towards Karla’s ash. Which gave me the perfect idea.

I spent the entire night ringing some of the other fallen. It was time to finally bring everyone together. I would hit two birds with one stone. Find out what was dusting and bring Alice round to the life of sin.

There was so many questions I wanted answered. What was this dusting monster? What did it want? Could I get Karla back? Would it be too late? Wherever she was, I hoped she was okay. Karla had been the only solid rock in my life up till this point. I ruined her life, but she had saved mine. Now she was gone and there was nothing I could do. That really hit home and for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t want to go out or party. I wanted to hurl. Let out my feelings out with what I’d had for lunch.

Without thinking, I walked. The night air made it easier for me to move. Out the house and up the road. I turned on multiple occasions. Sometimes left, sometimes right. I wasn’t going back home. I don’t even think I knew where I was going. Maybe I could find a party. Or a pub. Did I have the energy to ruin someone else’s night tonight? Well, not really.

Before I knew it, I had stopped. A nice little suburban house, with a beautiful garden and one of those weird solar light paths. It looked all too familiar but, without thinking, I stretched out my finger and pressed the doorbell. Lights erupted from the front end of the house. The door opened to a very grumpy and fatigued women. One who I’d seen all too recently.

“What do you want?” Detective Maria answered, in her pajamas, looking none too pleased to be awoken so late in the night.

“I’m sorry, Maria,” I began, before attempting to leave.

“Leo, you don’t look so good,” she said, concern on her face.

In that moment, she looked so much like my sister it hurt. I tried to smile. Visions of that protective older sibling, standing up for her weak younger brother. I saw the disappointment in her eyes the first time she caught me with a bottle in my hand at only the age of sixteen. I wished, not for the first time, that she was here now, scalding me for not watching where I was going. Telling me to leave this poor family alone. I would then spend the afternoon hiding from her, until she stated baking. When she started baking, all was forgiven.

“Leo?” came Maria’s soft, motherly voice.

“I am really sorry to intrude, Maria,” I told her. “I was just wondering if you had a bowl of cereal?”

“Cereal?” she asked, in wonder, the question catching her completely off guard.

“Yep. Any will do, honestly. I take the chocolate bubbles or the muesli. I’m just starved, poor and looking for an appetizer,” I told her, with the cheekiest grin I could pull right now.

“The next time you want to interrupt me in the middle of the night for a bowl of cereal, I’ll shoot you on sight. Got it?” she replied, venomously. She then slammed the door in my face and turned the front lights off. Yep, just like my dear old sister. 

I left the good detective’s house, content. For some reason, I felt closer to my sister, which made everything feel all right. Like everything was meant to happen for a reason. It made it easier to head home and put Karla’s ashes in a pretty container, so I could keep her around just a little longer.

There was one last thing I had to do. The night air was amazing and I was starting to feel stiff all up my back. Which only meant one thing. It’s time to fly!

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