The Crown
"Who are you?" My breath catches as I take in the thing before me. I have never seen something like this. It is all black smoke and beaming with dark energy, making my skin crawl.
"I am a fallen angel." The voice is raspy and there is no need to tell me the source of the voice. "I need your body, Lush."
Blood drains from my entire body and a chill crawls down my spine.
This is the worst kind of situation I could anticipate when I stepped out of Typhon's place. I think the God of luck has something against me. Or else why would he always push me into something so dangerous? Last time the Abyliths and now fallen angels? You can't be serious!
"And you don't expect me to give it to you like this, do you?" I inch away from him. I don't intend to fight with this creature. There is no guarantee that I will win, so, better that I run the hell away from here.
