Fallen for the Fallen

When the council gave him an order, he immediately obeyed. That's why he had gotten so far and been here so long. Sometimes others couldn't make it. They were scared or hurt or they… ah, heaven forbid…felt.

So… the council gave him an order.

Of course, he accepted immediately. It was his custom to give a curt nod when the Ruler gave him an assignment. He'd have to do it anyway – It wasn't like he had a choice.

He was to descend to The Planet – Earth, the locals called it – and hunt down a lawbreaker. He nodded again – hunting was what he did best.

The Ruler smiled, as always, at his prompt obedience. He liked how he did not question.

The Ruler told him he would know the lawbreaker by the marks he carried. There were wings on his back – not like the wings of the Angels, full and bright and magical – but mere reflections of what they used to be. Nothing more than shadows.

Drawings, if you must.

The lawbreaker was guilty of treason. He had gone against the Rulers orders and assisted a convict in escaping the local prisons, also killing two guards. This convict had been guilty of immeasurable acts, and because of his assistance, the blame was now held upon the lawbreaker's shoulder; for that was the way of the Angels.

You are not to bring him here alive, the Ruler said, shutting his eyes, indicating that the meeting was nearly over. You will kill him where he stands and bring him here even as his traitor's blood drips, warm, from his body. I trust you. I trust you will do the right thing.

He gave another nod, and won another one of the Rulers smiles.

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