Feliciano stood at the edge of the mirror pool, surrounded by white mist and cream clouds on a balcony on the far side of the Heavenly Palace. A gentle wind billowed through as the southern wind gods returned from their earthbound duty.

Looking down at the bule green world, Feliciano felt himself being pulled towards a particular part of the world. Waving his ivory toned hand over the pool, the image changed to a small town on the coast of England.

Wind blew through the town like a cyclone was hitting. Wind worn trees bent over, some completely uprooting themselfs with great force. The buildings around him looked severly weather worn, despite the modern look the buildings once held. A solitary Church sat on the hill, overlooking the sea, the cross dangerously close to falling off. The ocean below tossed, churned and crashed against the rocks. Silvery stars littered the sky above, with light whispy clouds hiding the shyer stars.

"Feliciano, The boss wants you in his place" Feliciano's brother stepped into the room, his flowing red robes billowing behind him. He seemed overly tired, but being the Angel of Weather, seemed to do that to him. Poor Lovino hadn't had a good night sleep since he had been given the position. Feliciano nodded to his brother before waving his hand and clearng the pool for his brother to use. Departing for the 'Boss's Place', Feliciano couldn't help but wonder about that town in England.

Being the Angel of Life and Death, Feliciano was constantly surrounded by orbs, which were the souls of those who passed or had yet to be born. Red Orbs were those who had passed on , waiting to be shown the afterlife. Green Orbs were those who were only newly created. The left side of Feliciano's body was Death and the right was Life. The left side was darker with the wings being black and blood red. His Left eye was remarkably darker than his Right. His Right side practically glowed with colours with his wings being a mix of gold and light blue. His eye was more golden in its shade.

As the Angel of Life and Death, the Italian had to keep a close gaurd on his wings. On numerous occasions, especially when he went on Errands to the middle or lower heavens , misguided souls or jealous angels would attempt to rip his wings off, For they granted wishes to whoever had possession of them. His Left Wing held the ability to kill the would by any disease, disaster or any other deadly means. His Right wing held the ability to bring anyone to life and heal all sickness, even granting immortality to those who it touched. However if Feliciano's Death wing was taken from him by force, the world would suffer, as only he could control it. The Great Plague had almost killed Feliciano, who fell gravely ill as a result of his missing wing, taken by a Jealous angel.

Feliciano prefered being the Angel of Life, because it meant that he could grant the wish of couples all over the world. The soul was granted one life goal and if they completed it they were allowed into the afterlife. If not they were doomed to walk the earth, in search of their goal.

Turning the corner, Feliciano spotted the Angel of Love and his cupid. The French Angel waved to him as did the cupid who seemed to fade in and out of focus. Smiling he waved back and continued his journey. He walked down the halls , narrowly avoiding the Angel of Youth, an American , as he came bounding down the hall with a huge smile on his face. His small wings fluttered as he flew over the top of Feliciano who giggled. His gaurdian bounded after him, a Stern English man, who was the Angel of Emotion and Magic. Feliciano sidestepped as the Englishman scrambled after the newest Angel.

He arrived at the "Boss's room" and Knocked on the door politely. The door opened and The Angel of Life and Death entered the room, smiling at the inhabitants. The orbs following him remained outside, unable to enter the room. Feliciano felt vulnerable without them.

" Feliciano. I need a favour." A voice said from behind the large desk , towards the back of the room, overlooking the Heavens. An Man , with the appearance of an 40 year old man , looked up from the paperwork in front of him. He smiled and waved his hand over a scroll in front of him. It flew over to the Italian Angel who plucked it out of the air. Scanning over it, he nodded to the Head of the Heavens.

It was a simple. All he had to do was collect a message from the Lower heavens. The Lower heavens were where unprocessed afterlife bound spirits resided.

The Italian left the room, heading towards the main transporter. After Arriving at the intracretly designed lift, he waited for the Messangers from the middle heavens to exit the lift. He was the only one on the lift as he willed it to go to the Lower Heavens.

Upon arriving, he fluttered over to the bland office buildings. The Lower heavens resembled a Victorian era England in the style of its buildings. But it was a dangerous place to be. The Spirits here were scared and dangerous as they awaited the afterlife decisions that were Feliciano's decision. Misguided spirits caused trouble constantly. He spotted his brother talking to a soul on a balcony. It took the form of a young woman with short blond hair and a beautiful face. With the exception of the large stab wound through her Stomach , she was gorgeous. Lovino nodded at him and resumed talking to the woman.

Suddenly A group of angry figures leapt from the shadow of one of the buildings. They knocked the young Italian out of the sky and into a stone wall. As the Italian struggled to get up , the leader of the group grunted instructions to the others, who grasped the Italians Left wing and began to pull. Feliciano stuggled as the pain became unbearable. The orbs around him, took a human form and fought back, attempting to help the situation. With their help, Feliciano managed to drag himself to the edge of the heavens. His wing was only just held on by the skin. Blood spilled down his back and pain stabbed at him. He spotted Lovino moving towards him, gaurds either side of him, his lips moving as if he was calling Feliciano's name. His eyes went wide.

A shadow loomed over him as he attempted to stand. With a Solid kick , the Italian was sent flying from the heavens.

He saw his brother leap over the edge and attempting to reach him. But alas he was falling to fast for the other Italian to reach him. Feliciano felt his Left wing disconnect from his back and gave an earsplitting screech as it tore from his body. It spun out from behind him and was thrown away from his outstretched arm by the howling wind. His right Wing was useless. He could feel the bones breaking as it cracked under the wind pressure.

He seemed to fall for what seemed like an age. Finally he spotted the ocean from the corner of his eye.

Will I drown in the ocean? he thought to himself. His throat ached from screaming. He felt the wind push him. He closed his eyes just as he felt himself crashing through the roof of a building overlooking the ocean.

Then he was pulled into unconciousness completely...

Authors note!: Heya guys and Gals! Since Im trying to get inspired for Frozen World, this story came to me! I will try to get it done but for Now enjoy!XD

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Angeli et Sacerdotes = Angels and Priests