Chapter 1: KICKED OUT OF HEAVEN; THANKS MOM (1)
Arella looked in horror, her wide eyes fixed on the inferno that consumed the beautiful pair of white wings. The angel who they were attached to was screaming bloody murder as he flapped his wings in an attempt to put the fire out. All that did was make the flame grow as it licked on his beautiful white feathers and headed very steadily for the skin that was underneath.
"Stay still, Gariel!" A smaller, low-tier two angel, Dria, screamed at him. She had a large pool of water hanging over his head, ready to drop it once he stopped moving. That was hardly the worst of it all.
All around them were angels in pandemonium. Some were burning from a holy fire, while others were being chased by flame creatures that prowled through the wreckage.
In this mess, one of the slightly higher-ranked angels ran over to Arella and said, "Do something, Arella." His white hair had been burned to a crisp, and his blue robe was in tatters, leaving only the white underrobe that all angels wore to cover him up properly.
"What do you want me to do?!" Arella asked, her eyes wide.
"You're the one that started this mess; fix it!"
It wasn't on purpose; that was one thing that she could say with certainty. However, even if she did, he would not believe her. Everyone was of the opinion that she was mad at him for marrying another angel who was not her. Even himself!
Arella almost laughed at the preposterous thought, "Do you think that I did this on purpose?"
The angel Abbadon was not bad-looking, just like all angels. He was tall, had bright blonde hair, and deep ocean blue eyes. However, that was as far as Arella's appreciating went. He was far from her type, even though everyone seemed to think that she was infatuated with him. He lifted his chest upon hearing her question, "Why not?" You have always been jealous of Eloa. It has been evident, and everyone knows how bitter you are about her marrying me. Do not think for a second that I believe this to be an accident."