Yes I'm finally back but this isn't actually a new story. This is a story I uploaded a while back and stated it would get uploaded again as I was done with it. I'm a little liar. I decided to do a reboot of the story and rename it after I actually finished writing it up on paper, well nearly finished writing as I'm halfway through the last chapter. I want to see If I'm capable of doing a wider range of stories to I've decided to spread my writing into the supernatural genre. This story is different to Ghost In The Mirror, The Day I Died and The Day I Returned. As you can tell by the title it's about Angels. I love the tv show Supernatural so I decided to see if I could do something interesting in the Adventures Of Tintin catergory. I want to take a quick break from all things sailors so please enjoy. In this story Tintin is a fallen angel who has been kicked out of heaven for refusing to adhere to the non-interference principle. There are five ark angels in this story as opposed to seven or four, and these are Gabriel, Uriel, Raphael, Michael and Arazeal. Please review if you like the story please, I put a lot into this. This should be updated regulary, I hope x x

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Story Details

Title: Wings Of The Fallen

Catergory: Adventures of Tintin

Genre: Supernatural

Rating: T

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As he stepped into the church a familiar feeling encompassed Tintin's skin. Breathing deeply he paced up the aisle taking note of the man standing beside the staute of jesus, with his back to him.

Upon reaching the steps to the Altar where the man was standing, Tintin knelt down on one knee, as if to pray.

"What do you seek?" The man asked, still with his back to Tintin.

"Advice"

Sighing the man extended his silver wings, which had gentle green tints upon the edges. Uriel the ark angel, a being of great power was someone that Tintin had consulted previously for guidance.

"Tiruel" he stated as his pulled his wings back, so they were hidden from view, before turning to face him.

Uriel was one of the five arkangels that ruled the roost in Heaven however they were under strict laws of non-interference but there was one arkangel in particular who kept insisting on interfering on cetain occassions. Tiruel was Tintin's angelic name, the name by which all angels knew him but ever since he had been forced from the realm of Heaven that was once his home a lot had changed.

"Uriel, I just..."

"Tintin, I can't interfere with the affairs of humans, especailly fallen angels like you" Uriel interjected, his green eye's sparkling within the sunrays glinting through the stained glass window.

"All we are doing is talking, how is this ..."

"Tintin I.."

Suddenly the pair where thrown apart by an invisible force that send Tintin flying back to the enterance of the church. Uriel hit the altar with a unbelievable force, smashing it in two but then slammed into a pillar causing it to collapse on top of him, completely imobilising him. Tintin lay still under the layer of stone that had fallen upon him. He couldn't move. He watched helplessly as five men entered the church, all dressed in black and the leader was someone Tintin knew very well; Rastapopulus.

Using his mind Rastapopulus removed the debris upon Uriel and slowly pulled the arkangel from his laying position and dragged him up the wall.

"Who are you?" Uriel demmanded.

"That doesn't matter, all you need to know is that I'm powerful enough to kill you" he growled.

Uriel's green eye's met Rastapopulus' evil red eye's, both sharing a fierce look.

"Listen to me demon, If you kill me it'll be the biggest mistake of your life"

"We'll see about that" Rastapopulus replied mockingly.

Tintin couldn't believe what he was hearing; Rastapopulus, a demon? He had been fighting Rastapopulus for years and never once thought that he was a demon.

With one last tug he freed himself from his position and struggled to his feet causing Rastapopulus to turn and consult the other angelic form that was present within the church.

"Well well well. What a pleasure my dear Tintin"

"Unhand him" Tintin demmanded, knowing fully well that he didn't have the upperhand over Rastapopulus.

"This is none of your concern and goes way above you so do me a favour and walk away" Rastapopulus replied, turning his back to him.

"I said unhand him" Tintin demmanded, louder that before.

As Rastapopulus turned Tintin extended his own navy wings, althought they did not shine like Uriel's they still made quite a statement, enough to made Rastapopulus stare in shock at the true nature of his enemy.

"I don't believe this" He muttered under his breath.

Snapping his fingers, Uriel was thrown against the side of the church and fell limply onto the floor, unmoving. Rastapopulus paced back down the aisle untill they were barely a metre apart.

"I should have known that you would be one of them, then again you're not are you"

Tintin swallowed, attempting to push his fear away.

"Whatever you are planning, I will stop you"

"I'd like to see you try"

With another click of his fingers Tintin was thrown straight through the wall of the church and into the adjoining empty street. Pulling himself onto his knee's he groaned in pain and stared at the impact crater beneath him.

"That went well"

Yes. Typed his up in one go for a change. Please enjoy and If you do like the chapter please review.