Paradise Falls

It all began with the idea of Immortality.

The Sect said he stole their perfection. The Fallen claimed he stole their salvation. The Celestial believed he stole their creation. For Enock Mace, life has never be the same. Hunted by Men and oddities of nature, he had known nothing but death, betrayal, and suffering. Hard bitten and heart-broken, the promise of freedom brought him to the mysterious town of Paradise, but then he did not come alone...

Welcome to Paradise. Capital of madness and a vault of uncanny secrets. Home to its prestigious five founding families caught in a strife of one to be above the other. Here we meet Cassandra Prendergast, treasure of Paradise town and daughter of the wealthiest family. In an attempt to free a beautiful stranger, she triggers a long awaited battle between Angels and Demons. An unforgiving world where nightmares last forever and Bad dreams come true. As the line between good and evil is lost to survival, the drums of death and treachery are..


2. Dark Things Are Coming


Chapter 1



   At the grasp of the town’s cathedral’s steeple, a big brazen bell tolled a sound of grief. It broke the morning silence, a gloomy aura cast by a mourning mass.

Of all stricken by sadness, Cassandra seemed to entertain the worst of it. She stood by the window of her room gazing emptily at the long line of black cars readied for a funeral.

Her eyes once bright sapphires had swollen from grief and circled around them were red patches tarnishing her features once hailed as the fairest. She picked a pair of sunglasses resting on a table beside her and concealed her eyes.

A knock came upon the door.                                                      

“Go away!” she yelled.

Someone barged in uninvited, “Cass,” a voice called.

“I said go away, Nate. I need some privacy.” She pushed her twin, Nathaniel, back through the door way.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Nathaniel forced himself back in and sat on her bed.

“We need to talk about him,” Nathaniel raised his head to meet her gaze. “We need to talk about what you saw,” his voice was a whisper.

He was a sinewy boy, a few inches taller than Cassandra. The only thing he had in common with her was the deep blue eyes they shared. Apart from that, they were two opposites of a knife, one sharp and the other blunt.

Cassandra ignored him and walked to her mirror. She gathered her flowing blonde hair with one hand and with the other, tied it with a band. She reached for a black veil draped over a chair and wrapped it loosely over her hair.

She gazed at the mirror again.

“You look like a widow,” Nathaniel laughed mischievously.

He noticed the patches below her eyes, “don’t tell me you’ve been crying again.” His mood shifted to an expression of concern.     

Cassandra spared him a glance, “save it, Nate. You’ve never cared for anyone, not me, not Gabe…”

Tears began to run down her cheek.

“I will say as I had said before, it wasn’t my fault that he died.” Nathaniel sprang from his bed.

“You weren’t there for him!” Cassandra bellowed.

“I’m his brother not his father…”

Cassandra left the room, shutting the door angrily behind her with a loud thud.  She slunk down the stairs and blindly crashed into Miss Dudley, the house keeper. The maid went on her knees, picking up the fruits scattered from the crash and putting them back into a bowl. Cassandra bent and helped her.      

“Leave it dear, I will take care of it.” The maid glanced at Cassandra.

“It’s no trouble Miss Dudley,” Cassandra replied as she continued to pick.   

“Your father asked me to get you. You should go to him.”

Cassandra stood on her feet and went down to the door. She opened it and saw her father, Arthur Prendergast.   He was in a deep conversation with the town’s sheriff and Mayor, and did not even notice her. She went past them and sat in one of the cars prepped for a funeral. Her gaze was set on her father, watching angrily as he debated earnestly with the others.  She tried in vain to be privy to get his attention but her efforts came futile.

Her father had failed her once again, just like he did when she lost her mother, seven years ago. Only ten then, the memories still lived fresh in her mind. Her mother’s cloths drenched in blood, her skin, pale, cold, and lifeless. Now, it seemed everything was happening all over again and no one seemed concerned, not even her father.

A week ago, she had gone to the meadow at Brentwood moor to read in its serenity. There, she stumbled upon a horror that would haunt her dreams for a thousand years.  Her little brother, Gabriel, lay dead on the green grasses. A large hole was left on his chest, his heart was missing and thick dark lines formed on his pale skin. She screamed so loud that folks a mile away could hear.

Many had forgotten she was the one who found his body; even her father pretended everything was normal. Despite the sheriff’s make believe story to keep folks from panicking, she knew like her mother’s, Gabe’s death was unnatural.

“Cass, it’s time.”  A voice startled her.

She turned to see, Nathaniel. He wore a blue crewneck sweatshirt and grey chinos to attend a funeral with black as a requirement. Her first instinct was reproach him, but she dismissed the thought, since he paid no heed to the expectations of society, let alone his sister’s.

“I’m sorry,” Nathaniel sat beside her.

“For what?”

“For not being there for him,” Nathaniel hung his head down.

“It was not your responsibility,” Cassandra spoke ruefully.

Nathaniel reached out his hand and held hers, “It’s going to be alright, Cass.”

“You know, I can’t still remember what happened that day.” Nathaniel gazed at her, anticipating a version of Gabriel’s death from her.

“There is something wrong with this town. First, it was mum…”

“Mum,” Nathaniel interrupted.

“Yes Nate, Mum.” Cassandra took off her sunglasses, revealing her sore eyes. “Mum died in a pool of her own blood after being attacked by someone or something. Then later, thirteen years old Damon Blackwater vanishes mysteriously from his home, leaving the Blackwaters in grief.  Now, it’s Gabe.”

“What are you getting at?” Nathaniel grew half curious and half reluctant to listen.

“Did you know that Gabe’s heart was missing?”

A sudden gloom came upon Nathaniel’s face, “That’s ridiculous.”

“Call it what you want, but I was the one who found him. Someone here in Paradise killed our mother and brother and I think father is hiding something.”

Nathaniel went silent.

The town of Paradise has been their home all seventeen years of her life. The largest of three towns in the island of Paradise Falls. Folks had begun to call it the island’s capital because it has held the Islands five prestigious founding families and its primitive locals for years. The notion of something dark stirring beneath the lovely faces put on by the town folks didn’t come likely to Cassandra. Her mind was large expanse of phobia, insecurity, and sadness.

 “Father is coming,” Nathaniel called to her.

Cassandra watched her father gained on them. He was the icon of the Prendergast family, the wealthiest of the founding families, for which he always reminded everyone; dashing cars, cloths, luxury and commanded a peculiar grandeur.

He was neatly shaven and wore a black suit and golden tie, a white handkerchief draped half way out of the pocket at his chest, bearing the family crest; a golden eagle. Everyone in Paradise knew a Prendergast when they saw one, their lifestyle was practically their identity.

“Dad,” Cassandra called as he reached them. Nathaniel slipped away, not wanting to be caught in a conversation with his father.

“Hi sweetie,” her father approached. “Come on. Let’s go say one final goodbye to Gabe.”

The driver opened the car to let him in and drove to join a cavalcade.









A cold wind gusted past the lush green lawn, sweeping a heap of dried leaf upon Cassandra’s feet.  She bent her head and pushed them away with her legs. She raised her head. All she saw were the faces of the many people gathered at the funeral. They spoke to her, but she wasn’t listening. There was only emptiness in her mind. Every other sound had gone numb.

Their voices were whispers of the wind, their faces, shadows in the light. They talked and gestured, but she stared blankly. It felt like she was in another world, where the gargoyles in the cemetery were demons mocking her and the angels, there were always the good ones. Perhaps they would offer her succour that she would not thread the world alone.

The bell tolled again, it shook her from her reverie.

Suddenly, all the voices rushed into her ears. It was overwhelming. A stabbing pain grew in her head and she winced.

“Are you okay, lad?”

The voice was familiar. Cassandra turned, “Mrs Potts, you came.”

“I wouldn’t miss Gabriel’s funeral. Poor kid didn’t deserve this fate.” Mrs Potts helped Cassandra to the chair and sat beside her. She was an elderly lady with a red hair styled to a crown braid. Most teenagers had taken to calling her, old crone. Her unforgivable deed was buying the famous Pine Gardens, where most of the town’s first kisses were branded undying and turning it to a waste disposal factory.

“Can I ask you something?” Cassandra gaze fell upon Mrs Potts, holding desperation.


Cassandra paused for a moment and took a deep breath. “What exactly happened to my mother? You were with her the day she died and please don’t tell me it was an accident of some sort.”

Mrs Potts shifted her posture, sitting with one halve of her buttocks on the chair. “I suppose the truth will come out eventually. There are things about in this town you need to know, but I can’t tell here, you can see why,”

They turned their heads simultaneously and saw Arthur Prendergast watching from a distance.

“You father is an influential man, I wouldn’t want to cross him, but meet me at noon tomorrow at the Pine’s square. I will tell you everything.”

Cassandra knew she could trust Mrs Potts, despite the woman’s rivalry with her father. She was the matriarch of the Blackthorns and never liked the fact that among the town’s five founding families, Arthur Prendergast held the greater share of influence. But she always had a soft spot for Cassandra, a belief the she had orchestrated that someday, Cassandra would marry her grandson, Aaron Blackthorn.

Something shimmered beside an oak tree; it was like light on a mirror.


“Excuse me for moment.” Cassandra stood from her seat.

She strode past several gravestones, eyes cast upon the oak tree. Under the feathery shade of tree leaves, the figure of a boy loomed silently. He stood with both hands tucked in the pockets of his black trousers, face concealed beneath the hood of his black jacket.

She walked gently towards him, her mind burdened by curiosity. She stopped and noticed rune marks running up his arm, brightly illuminated in hues of gold.

She was fascinated. Who is that, the thought grew in her mind.

He looked inhumanly beautiful, with an uncanny brilliance radiating all over him like the silvery shimmers of clear stream. It dazzled her mind. A beautiful stranger in her brother’s funeral, how odd could things get.

Cassandra stepped forward and paused again, unwilling to approach further. Omens of death were high in Paradise and she wouldn’t want to make the list as the second mysterious death of the month. But she wanted to see his face. Whoever he was, he made her feel strange.

She continued towards him and each step she took, her heart throbbed the fastest rhythm. Her blood quickened in her veins.

“Who are you,” she muttered.

The figure did not move an inch. He made her falter, wondering if it was his intention that she approach him. He might look like the eighth wonder of the world, but he was a stranger.

Perhaps he wants to do me harm, Cassandra couldn’t help the thought.

Suddenly, an eagle flew right over her face and she reeled back. Her heart thumped like a sounding drum and she took shallow breaths. She returned her gaze to the tree, but the boy was gone.

“Cassandra,” someone called.

She turned frightened. “Aaron, what are you doing here?”

“I was about to ask you the same. What were you staring at?”

Cassandra froze and gazed silently, “I thought I saw something.”

 Aaron held her hands and brought his gaze to her face, “are you okay? You missed the entire funeral of your brother.”

“Oh, God,” she exclaimed.

She freed her hand from Aaron’s grip and paced quickly to the gathering.

“Wait Cass, I’m coming with you.” Aaron ran to catch up.

“You don’t need to do that, we are not together anymore.” Cassandra walked a pace in front of him.

“Wait!” Aaron stopped.

He looked dashing in the black evening suite he donned with a red bow tie. His irresistible smile lowered her feminine defences as he came towards her. He held Cassandra’s hands, caressing her skin softly, feeling the warmth that once resided in its fading passion.

“I was a fool to let you go through all this alone. It was my parents. They had something on me…I… I shouldn’t have said all the things I said then.” Aaron voice struggled to find a suitable tone.

Cassandra raised her gaze to meet his eyes. Those pleading eyes, buried deep in his pretty face.

 “Can we just get past it,” Aaron asked sincerely.

She desperately wanted to say yes. All she wanted was for things to go back the way they were before her brother died. But after what she witnessed, there was a lot more she had to do than go on merry romantic milestones with an ex-lover.

“Hey Cass, were have you been all this while.” Nathaniel interrupted, coming at the right time to save her from making a choice she wasn’t ready for.

“I was…I was…” Cassandra heard herself stammer.

“It’s okay. Gabe’ schoolmates are holding a candlelight memorial at the meadows. I told them we would come.” Nathaniel gaze fell callously on Aaron as he spoke. He was not fond of the sturdy boy, not after what Aaron put him through in his freshman year.

“I have to do something first.” Cassandra walked out on both boys.







     Daylight slowly lost its hold and darkness approached with the stars of the sky.

 Cassandra stood alone, before her brother’s tombstone, intent on making one final goodbye. She bent carefully and placed a red rose - she had been saving- upon the grave.

“Goodbye, Gabe.” She muttered. 

An eerie wind swept past her and in one way, she felt relief, taking it as a sign of Gabriel’s happiness where ever he is.

 How can a thirteen years old boy be happy after such a violent death? She tried to face the reality in her mind, how can he…

Cassandra felt a hand on her shoulder. She jerked and almost lost her footing.

“It’s me, Cass.” Nathaniel held her quickly to support her wobbling figure. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

Nathaniel paused for a moment and took a long look at her. “The car is waiting, we have to go,” he said finally.

“I don’t feel like going?”  Cassandra turned away from him.

A black sedan drove in and halted next to them.  The doors opened gently and Aaron stepped out, wearing a smile that could melt a heart.

“Come on, I will drive you there.”  Aaron leaned on the door of his car.

“I promise it will be worth,” Nathaniel added.

“Alright, I will come with you guys.” She smiled at Aaron, “but I’m driving,” she snapped the keys from his fingers and stepped into the car.


The wind rush made her feel alive. She sped past the towering and magnificent statue of the Angel Michael, at the town’s square and continued towards the town’s famous Pine Gardens. She turned up the music in the car, until it was loud enough to burst an ear drum.

 She gave little concern to Aaron’s comfort, after all he urged her into going to the meadow.  Perhaps he was right, all she wanted was to move on with her life, but that meant accepting Gabriel’s death and that was the one thing she wasn’t ready for.

 “Slow down a little, Cass.” Aaron said softly.

“Come on, isn’t this supposed to be fun,” She replied.

Aaron chuckled, “I don’t find it fun, spending time in a county jail for over speeding or drinking and driving. If you haven’t noticed, Sheriff Blackwater is not fond of my family.” He brought out the bottle of wine he had hidden in his car.

“Care for some?”

Cassandra spared him a glance, “definitely.”

She reached for the bottle with her right arm, leaving the left on the steering. That moment, she saw a hooded figure on the road. She stepped on the brakes almost instantly, but she felt the car hit something hard and pushed towards the moor where it finally came to a halt.

Cassandra turned quickly to see Aaron’s gaping face, staring back at her. She was relieved he was alright. But another fear crept into her mind, the fear that she might have killed someone. She opened the door and stepped out, shivering in a warm night’s wind.  Light beamed continuously from the car’s headlight. She stepped into the light and saw the pool of blood on the road, enough to fill a small empty bucket. But there was no one there, no one at all.


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