Do you believe in angels? Ethereal beings who guard over you as you move through your daily life? Or maybe the kind that sit on clouds and play with harps and trumpets all day? Well, we're not so much like either of those, yet we're kind of … both? I'm not sure how to explain it really...
But I guess I should introduce myself first. I'm Grace. Grace Rose Sullivan. I was born in rome, Italy around 100 years ago. I lived with my mother and father.
When I was around 9 my mother dissappeared and my father began to leave the house much more frequently, he'd leave for days at a time. He'd come home drunk or covered in a sticky red liquid. It was blood but back then I didn't know. I didn't know what he did for a living or what happened to mother. All I knew was that she was gone and my dad was bringing in money. Alot of it.
I wasn't sure what he did until I turned 16 when he explained everything to me. My father was a mafia boss. I wasn't sure what to think but I recall being both scared and yet intriuged. He told me the jobs ups and downs and how dangerous it was. I remember every detail of what he said up until this day.
Little did I know that my dad's job would get me killed. Had I known I would have escaped but of course I didn't.I was 18 and it was a stormy night, there was a heavy thunderstorm outside but I wasn't afraid. I remember being sat in the living room sketching when I heard someone walk in through the door. Thinking it was just my dad I didn't pay any attention when the person entered the room. it was only until there was a gun pressed to my head did I look up. I recognised the man from one of father's pictures. He was the guy that left, betrayed father to join the rival group. Sadiq was his name I believe.
I stayed calm despite this. I was just that type of person. I know a fight broke out but I can't remember the details I remember knocking the gun out of his hand. I think we were evenly matched until he called for back up. Then I didn't even bother fighting. People simply have to accept fate don't they? So that's what I did. I knew I was going to die yet I had no problem with it. One of the guys grabbed me from behind and held my arms back. Sadiq was giving me a smug smirk as is he expected me to beg but I guess what I said instead shocked him. I spat at him before giving him a smirk and saying
'Well done dumb fuck. You captured a girl half your age, with the help of your three friends and a gun. Wow no wonder papa didn't care when you left'
He looked shocked then angry and punched me, a attempt to get the smirk off my face I suppose. It hurt like hell. He started rambling after that but I stopped listening. Instead choosing to pick out flaws in his cheap, ugly outfit. Suddenly he gave me a grin (with his gross ass teeth) and put a gun to my temple. I heard the click but then felt nothing. I felt no pain. Everything just went blank. I'm not about to bore you with how i became a angel but a few days after my death I found myself in 'heaven'.
It isn't a place filled with clouds and harps. But most angels do laze around all day doing what they please. However there are certain angels that are needed to sort things out back down on earth. These angels live just like the rest but they get sent down to earth in groups every so often to get rid of troublesome fallen angels or the dark angels.
And within these groups there must always be a healer, a thinker and a fighter. The roles are in their names. I for example am a fighter but Jinx is a healer. We all have set groups so we can be sent out immiadlatley. Luckily I haven't yet been sent down to earth, so you can probably imagine my surprise when I got a call from the old man (our boss) telling me to collect my group and go to the gardens as we had a mission. Had I known what that mission would have led to I would have never gone.
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Sorry this chapter is sort of boring but it gets better i promise! Also the pairings in this will be:
GracexJade
RobynxJaydenxFrancis
PiercexMiranda
SayuxJade
RileyxDayton
JinxXJake
hints of ValenciaxVeto
and others ^-^
But yeah this story is just getting started ^-^
But I guess I should introduce myself first. I'm Grace. Grace Rose Sullivan. I was born in rome, Italy around 100 years ago. I lived with my mother and father.
When I was around 9 my mother dissappeared and my father began to leave the house much more frequently, he'd leave for days at a time. He'd come home drunk or covered in a sticky red liquid. It was blood but back then I didn't know. I didn't know what he did for a living or what happened to mother. All I knew was that she was gone and my dad was bringing in money. Alot of it.
I wasn't sure what he did until I turned 16 when he explained everything to me. My father was a mafia boss. I wasn't sure what to think but I recall being both scared and yet intriuged. He told me the jobs ups and downs and how dangerous it was. I remember every detail of what he said up until this day.
Little did I know that my dad's job would get me killed. Had I known I would have escaped but of course I didn't.I was 18 and it was a stormy night, there was a heavy thunderstorm outside but I wasn't afraid. I remember being sat in the living room sketching when I heard someone walk in through the door. Thinking it was just my dad I didn't pay any attention when the person entered the room. it was only until there was a gun pressed to my head did I look up. I recognised the man from one of father's pictures. He was the guy that left, betrayed father to join the rival group. Sadiq was his name I believe.
I stayed calm despite this. I was just that type of person. I know a fight broke out but I can't remember the details I remember knocking the gun out of his hand. I think we were evenly matched until he called for back up. Then I didn't even bother fighting. People simply have to accept fate don't they? So that's what I did. I knew I was going to die yet I had no problem with it. One of the guys grabbed me from behind and held my arms back. Sadiq was giving me a smug smirk as is he expected me to beg but I guess what I said instead shocked him. I spat at him before giving him a smirk and saying
'Well done dumb fuck. You captured a girl half your age, with the help of your three friends and a gun. Wow no wonder papa didn't care when you left'
He looked shocked then angry and punched me, a attempt to get the smirk off my face I suppose. It hurt like hell. He started rambling after that but I stopped listening. Instead choosing to pick out flaws in his cheap, ugly outfit. Suddenly he gave me a grin (with his gross ass teeth) and put a gun to my temple. I heard the click but then felt nothing. I felt no pain. Everything just went blank. I'm not about to bore you with how i became a angel but a few days after my death I found myself in 'heaven'.
It isn't a place filled with clouds and harps. But most angels do laze around all day doing what they please. However there are certain angels that are needed to sort things out back down on earth. These angels live just like the rest but they get sent down to earth in groups every so often to get rid of troublesome fallen angels or the dark angels.
And within these groups there must always be a healer, a thinker and a fighter. The roles are in their names. I for example am a fighter but Jinx is a healer. We all have set groups so we can be sent out immiadlatley. Luckily I haven't yet been sent down to earth, so you can probably imagine my surprise when I got a call from the old man (our boss) telling me to collect my group and go to the gardens as we had a mission. Had I known what that mission would have led to I would have never gone.
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Sorry this chapter is sort of boring but it gets better i promise! Also the pairings in this will be:
GracexJade
RobynxJaydenxFrancis
PiercexMiranda
SayuxJade
RileyxDayton
JinxXJake
hints of ValenciaxVeto
and others ^-^
But yeah this story is just getting started ^-^
