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Belial kicked a stone out of her path as she trudged through the forest just outside the little Podunk town of Mystic Falls. Why was the fallen angel there? She didn't know, but here she was and she guessed that she'll make the most of it. Its not like she was doing anything important to begin with. With half of her family fighting a civil war and the other half still locked up in Hell, there really wasn't anybody to talk to about her problems. Plus, why would her brothers and sisters want anything to do with her. She was a traitor to Heaven and the b*****d child of Hell. Completely worthless where ever she ran off to. She had no purpose like the other angels, she just existed.

Spending her days on Earth wasn't the worst thing that could possibly happen to her. It was a hell of a lot better than where she was (no pun intended). After a couple of hundred years of moping, she learned to accept her fate and did her best to make the most of it. But she couldn't help but think of all of her siblings that she left behind in Hell, especially Mammon. He was one of the few who backed her up against Lucifer's plan, and is the only angel who didn't view her as worthless. He sacrificed is freedom so that she may have a shot to retain hers by helping her get to Earth without Lucifer realizing. The only brother whom she had a true connection with, and she left him behind. If she had a chance to go back, she would've made him come with her to Earth or they wouldn't go at all.

It was cold that day, seeing her breath become visible in front of her. She adjusted the scarf around her neck and tightened the long army jacket around her vessel's curves. The Fallen stretched out her large wings, invisible to all those who were not angels themselves. It was rare that an angel still had their wings after the Fall from Heaven, well...she never techniqually fell in the first place...well, she did but that was a long time ago, since she was still on Earth when it happened. The angel then leaned up against a tall oak tree, looking up as small rays of sunlight made their way through the dense forest, seemingly looking up to the now vacant Heaven. If there was any hope for a Fallen Angel like herself to possibly redeem herself and return to her home, it was all gone now. God had left, and Heaven was in ruins. Angels left and right are turning on each other for the right to rule Heaven, and so far, she heard that Metatron was pulling ahead. She remembered him before her fall, he was never much of a fighter let alone a leader, what makes him think that he's cut out for this? Better question, what makes any angel think he or she is ready to rule over all of Heaven and Earth. She learned that God could only do that, and she learned it the hard way like all the rest of the Fallen. Though some she suspected are still down there, plotting their revenge upon Heaven and Earth.

Belial pushed her vessel's hair away from her face as the cold wind pushed it back again. She was about to leave, but then she heard the unmistakeable sound of giant wings beating against the air followed by a presence that she hasn't felt in a very long time. She slowly turned around and came face to face with her brother, Amitiel. The last time she saw him was during the battle in Heaven, right before she was swallowed up by the darkness and cast down into perdition.

"If you have come to kill me, just get it over with..." The Fallen said to her brother, not making any movements or gestures that would suggest anything hostile. She just stood there with her back against the tree, watching Amitiel to see what he would do. Many angels in both Heaven and Hell would love to see her dead. She was a traitor to one and a deserter to the other.

Belial shrugged. "Aren't you with Metatron or whatever? Don't you want me dead?" She asked and tilted her head. Most angels would want to kill her on sight, so it was weird for him not too by Belial's standards, but then he explained himself which now made sense to the Fallen Angel. "Oh...you too huh... She never saw him in Hell, he must've had the choice of skipping that option, unlike her. Apparently he didn't like the humans either. For her, it was never about the humans. She really couldn't care what they did or how they acted on Earth, she just wanted to be something more than what she was. But apparently no one can give her that.

She then shifted her eyes down to the ground when Amitiel asked what she was doing there. "Do you mean here here, or here on Earth?" The Fallen asked quietly. Technically, she was suppose to be locked up in Hell along with her brothers and sisters that fell with her, but she got lucky.

Belial wrapped her arms around herself, clutching tightly against her biceps and let out a deep sigh. She guessed that this is what she wanted, someone to talk to about what happened, but she wasn't sure if she was ready. But she told herself that it was either now or never. The Fallen looked up at her brother with sorrow and regret in her eyes as she spoke.

"After the fall, Lucifer gathered all the angels together and held sort of council, explaining his plan to bring about the fall of mankind. Myself and a few others rejected that plan, saying that it would only make things worse, that our father could worsen our punishment. Unfortunately, we were heavily out voted." Belial explained. "After he came back, he was...different. Almost psychotic, so obsessed with power that he created his own empire in Hell with himself as king. She took another deep breath before she continued. Afraid of others challenging his power, he created an army of demons that was ten times as large as our numbers and ordered them to attack us. To either kill us or lock us away in the deepest circle of Hell. Even Beezlebub was hunted down and captured. Mammon and I were running to escape the hoards of demons on our tails, and we found the gate that connected Hell to Earth. We had a chance to escape, but it was closing fast. Mammon told me to go on with out him while he held off the demons so I could escape. Belial paused for a moment, her eyes glistened a little bit. "I didn't want to leave him but...he pushed me through the gates just before it closed. I was safe on Earth while my brother remained in Hell, locked up and tortured." Belial then looked back up to her brother. "So...here I am."

Belial flashed a quick smile, trying to cover up the fact that she was almost on the verge of tears. She then looked to her brother, hearing the true sincerity in his apology, even though none of it was his fault. "Don't worry about...whats done is done, there ain't no going to back to it..." The Fallen said. She learned to move on from that, telling herself that there was nothing that she could do, that Lucifer was too powerful to be taken on. But was it fair for her to experience freedom while her brothers and sisters were locked in their cages, rotting away as they were tortured.

Belial shook her head, trying to rid the though from her mind before looking back up at Amitiel. "Ok, enough of my sob story. What about you bro? How were you able to cut out the middle man, and get sent straight to Earth rather than Hell? Did ya miss the landing zone?" The angel said and a small smile spread across her lips. If you can't lighten the mood, you might as well go insane.

Belial listened to Amitiel's experience with the wrath of their father. Apparently, the human thing was a bit of a touchy subject with God. She back then couldn't care less about the humans. The only reason that she joined the wrong side of the war was that Luci promised her a promotion, only she realized too late that it was nothing but a lie to get her sucked in on his side. But as she spent time on Earth, she also realized that humans were truly amazing creatures. Perfect? Not even close, but they did come with a lot of perks. Like the whole free-will thing came a lot easier to them, angels...apparently a lot of them are still working out the kinks. And with that free-will came the ability to think for themselves, which resulted in art, science, music...oh especially the music, literature, and many other forms of higher level thinking. The Moon Landings still gave her chills to this day. But of course with that free-will came not so nice things like war, murder, and so on. But humans weren't made to be perfect, that's what made them human. Hell, even angels weren't perfect. They made the same mistakes the humans do, so why do they constantly think they're better than them.

"Perhaps this is my punishment."

The Fallen Angel looked up at her brother before she spoke. "Believe me brother, there are far worse places you could've ended up." She said and stood up straight again. There was evidence still to this day on what the fires of Hell did to her. Her true form was scarred, burned, and bruised and her wings were covered in soot and ash and caked in blood. And she wasn't even down there for very long, so the damage must be astronomical for those who are still caged to this day. "How did you regain your grace when you were stripped of it in the beginning?"

Belial smiled, seeing her brother on the verge of fan girl rant on the beauty of Earth. Though she couldn't blame him for admiring it. Earth is truly a remarkable place. All the forests, mountains, rivers, oceans, and the wild life that inhabits them. Her favourite place on Earth were the islands of New Zealand. Their landscapes are remarkable and there are none like them anywhere else on Earth. No wonder so many movies were filmed here.

She couldn't help but feel a twinge of sorrow when she heard that her brother's grace created an entire forest on its own. Even fallen and without his grace, he was able to contribute to creation and make something wonderful, even if it wasn't intentional. Other than a giant crater in Hell, the angel created nothing of true significance. Even away from the rule of God and the tyranny of Lucifer, was she still worthless? The Fallen looked back up to Amitiel. "Maybe we should get out of these woods, I hear they are pretty dangerous." She said with a little bit of snarkiness in her voice, referring to the deaths caused by "wild animals". She knows that isn't true, but might as well humor herself. Again, if you can't lighten the mood, you might as well go insane.