Two Angel children were racing down a hill in a lush green field in bright, summer sun. Both kids were dressed all in black and had black hair. One had white wings tipped in browny gold while the other’s were tipped in red.
“Andy?! Ashley?!” A woman’s voice rang out over the field causing the children to stop and look around.
“Mama?!” Andy called, both looking back toward the huge mansion which stood atop the hill they had been running down.
“Lunch is soon, come and get changed we have visitors” The woman called back. Ashley then looked at his best friend.
“I’ll race you! Ready, set, go!” he yelled and took off at a sprint, laughing.

12 years did little to change the boy’s friendships. Both attended prestigious schools, as did all angel children of nobles.

The same Angels, this time at 17, were walking through a castle’s corridor. They wore exquisite clothing. Ashley was in a black three piece suit with a blue shirt underneath, Andy was in a black three piece suit with a red shirt on underneath and black tie. Trailing behind was what appeared to be a ten were old Angel boy, with greasy dirty blonde hair in a child’s suit, his white wings were tipped with a deep midnight blue.
“Wait for me!” the young boy called, racing to catch up. Ashley turned to him
“Jake? What are you doing here? You know you should be in your room” he spoke softly
“But I want to come with you guys! It’s boring in my room” he replied meekly
“Jake we can play later, however Ashley and I have a meeting we must go to” This time it was Andy who spoke to the child. The young boy hung his head and walked away. The friends exchanged a look before watching the young boy mope away. Ashley sighed, before Andy nudged him and they turned and continued down the corridor. They eventually found the room they were searching for and knocked on the door.
“Come in” the gruff voice answered from behind the door after a moment. Both took a deep breath and gave each other a reassuring look before Andy opened the heavy wooden door. The room inside was a large sitting room, lined with shelves that went floor to ceiling and were completely stacked with books. There were seven chairs, two of which contained the boy’s parents, a third contained their tutor. Ashley’s mother smiled at them and nodded at the two available chairs, taking the hint the boys sat down folding their wings as comfortably as they could.
“Andy, Ashley, I assume you don’t know why you’re here?” Their tutor, Mr Veda, asked. The boys shook their heads in response.
“You are here to discuss your futures.” He said simply. The boys exchanged a confused glance.
“If you don’t mind me asking Mr Veda, what of them?” Andy asked
“Everything!” he replied!
“Why young man surely the two of you have felt your callings?!” he said looking between them, once more the boys exchanged a glance.
“Not really” Ashley said hesitantly. Mr Veda raised his eyebrows
“Do you not have a love for books Ashley? And you Andy, don’t you have a knack for getting your own back?” he asked. The boys looked at each other thoughtfully before looking back to Mr Veda and nodding slightly.
“Precisely! Please both of you stand up and let me see the tips of your wings.” Mr Veda replied. After a quick glance at each other, the boys got up and turned. Ashley had palest white wings tipped in the golden brown colour of the pages of old books. Andy had wings that were faintest grey with blood red tips. Mr Veda got up, examined both sets of wings before he sat back down.
“Thank you, you may sit back down” The boys turned and sat back in their seats, both had the same veil of politeness on their faces.
“Has anyone ever explained the wing colouring to you?” Mr Veda asked. A knock at the door made everyone look up.
“Yes?” Ashley’s father called. A young maid entered. She was tall, skinny, her dark hair was pulled back out of her green eyes and she had grey wings tipped in white. After curtsying she spoke in a respectful, silvery voice,
“My lords Biersack and Purdy and my ladies Biersack and Purdy you are urgently needed right away”
“What for?” Ashley’s father asked.
“A messenger has requested to see both of you at once with urgent news” she replied meekly. Ashley’s father nodded, and stood. He offered their mother his hand and helped her to stand. Lord Purdy did the same, helping Lady Purdy to rise.
“We must bid you farewell,” he said. The boys and their tutor all rose, Andy, Mr Veda and Ashley bowed. The boy’s parents left the room, leaving the boys with Mr Veda. Mr Veda retook his seat, motioning for boys to do the same. He looked at them for a long moment before speaking.
“Let me explain the importance of the colour of your wings. Wings always have two colours. The main colour is white when an Angel is born, however as an Angel grows and develops sexually the wings become darker. People’s sexual tastes will also affect the colour, by this I do not mean gender I mean what us referred to as kinkiness. The kinkier and Angel is the darker the wing becomes. The other colour is on the tip of the wing. The colour of the tip refers to the occupation the Angel is destined for and will usually have a lot to do with the Angel’s personality. For example Pink is the colour of child care and paediatrics, white is the colour of hospitality, periwinkle blue is that of medicine, midnight blue is that of the police and detectives. Ashley your wings are golden brown, meaning you are a scholar. You, however, Andy have wings with tips of blood red, meaning you are destined to be a vengeance Angel. You are destined to have the most respected high ranking job in our world!” The boys looked at each other nervously once more. The thought of finally joining their society was scar, yet it was also exciting. They’d waited their whole lives for this after all.

4 Years later everything would change.
Andy was racing through one of the white stone cities of Angels which was quickly filling with smoke and flame. All around his thise were Angels burning and choking to death. Flames were catching at their wings, making the feathiss shrivel and destroying them. Andy’ was stumbling. His strong arms groaping for a wall that he could use to hold himself up as the smoke from the burning city around his filled his lungs. His feet kept catching on the cobbled stone road as Andy struggled to move through the burning city.
“Ashley!” Andy called out desperately, coughing because of the need to inhale. Andy looked around him, everyone around was clutching their mouths to avoid smoke inhalation or running from the flames while the rest were dead on the ground. Suddenly someone had an arm around his middle. Andy turned his head, giving him a slightly light headed feeling. Ashley was stood next to hms, his tall, slender frame holding up his despite Ashley being smaller than Andy. Despite the smoke and possibilty of death Andy found himself lost in Ashley’s huge, deep, blue eyes. They never failed to captivate him.. Ashley smiled dow at Ashely, softly flicking his own black hair out of his eyes.
“Are you okay my love?” his voice was gentle, as was the look on his face.
“I’m fine for now, I won’t be for much longer” Andy replied. Ashley nodded and leant down to kiss him softly before moving his mouth to his ear
“I’m sorry my love” he whispered before slamming a knife into Andy’s stomach. Andy gasped and wrenched away from him, putting a hand to where the knife was still stuck in his stomach.
“I’m so sorry my love, but our time is over. Our race’s time is over. We must let othis’s take our place on this planet.The Angels must fall and it has fallen to me to be the one who does it. The human, Jaska, came to me last night and he spoke of humanity’s need to be free of us. I must free them, no matter what.”
“What are you on about?” Andy coughed, grimicing in pain. Suddenly Andy fell, feeling Ashley’ arms catch his once more as the world begain to flicker.
“Through fortune and flame we fall” The world went black.
When clarity returned Andy was strapped down on a long wooden bench, in ripped, bloody clothes with his wings pinned and bent beneith him awkwardly, in what looked like a damp cell. His stomach throbbed and he could just see the knife wound if he cranned his neck. Looming over him, holding a handfull of flame, was a tall figure. Brown eyes, partially hidden behind black hair, were cold and cruel with the lips pulled into a smirk.
“Through fortune and flame you fall,scream and shout all you want, but now we are the fallen angels” Their voice mocked. A jolt of recognition raced Andy. The voice belonged to Ashley.
He lowered the ball of flame to the exposed skin on Andy’s stomach and applied the flame. Intense pain ripped through him and exploded through him.