The Heights, Jersey City, New Jersey, United States of America- Earth, 2:48 A.M, January 29th, 2018 A.D.
“This is curse power?” Leilah asks, holding up a bottle of what looked like black lightning inside.
“Yes,” someone replies, their voice gravelly. They lift their hood, revealing ashen grey hair and pale ghost skin.
One name popped into my mind: Michael. He’s one of the ones who came to Earth with my father. What is he doing with her though? And what’s curse power?
“Why are you bringing this to me?” Leilah inquires, twisting the bottle in her hands.
“Because Heaven and God deserve to fall, and you’re one of the only fallen angels who actually has the guts to do this. I’ve asked many others, but they refused.”
“I like your style.” Leilah opens the top, sending black lightning swirling around her body. Then it enters through her eyes, electrocuting her. She screams, falling onto the ground.
“It’ll take time to harness. Weeks, maybe. Or even months.”
“I’ll... Do... Whatever... It takes,” Leilah pants, her eyes tinged black.
“You better, because if Pulán finds out about this, I might as well chain myself to Hell.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll get the heir and her family. Pulán sent my father to Hell and for that, he’ll pay.”
Michael smiles. “That’s what I like to hear.” He pulls his hood back up, stepping into the shadows of the abandoned warehouse.
I finally look around. There was nothing in here except mold, dirt, and water.
I look out the window, no construction machines, or even a moon in sight.
Where is this?
“We’ll meet again soon, Michael,” Leilah teases, standing on her two feet again.
Micheal leaves, clanging the huge door shut behind him.
“Selena!” someone whispers. My eyes rake the warehouse but are met with nothing.
Leilah doesn’t react, choosing to sit to practice... Whatever the heck curse power is. She keeps waving her hands everywhere.
“Who’s there?” I ask.
“Selena wake up!”
My eyes pop open. Lonan stands over me, a hand on my shoulder.
“I need to talk to you,” he whispers.
I blink up at him, then scramble away. “What are you doing here?”
“You keep ignoring me at school, so I had to come.”
“There’s a reason I’m ignoring you, Lonan. Go home.”
“¿Selena? ¿Con quién hablas?” my mother calls out from the hallway.
“You need to leave, now.” I push him towards my open window. I seriously need to close that and lock it.
“I need to tell you-”
“¿Selena?” my mom asks again, right in front of my door.
He backs up, slipping out from my window and shutting it as quietly as he can, landing on my second-floor mini-balcony. His black wings spread and before I can admire them, he silently flies off into the night.
Amá opens the door. “Who were you talking to?”
“Myself,” I answer quickly, clearing my throat. “I was thinking about what to do about my homework tomorrow.”
“I sensed someone else.”
“Nope, there was no one here but me.”
“Okay...” Amá says, narrowing her eyes at me. “Go to sleep.”
I nod. She closes the door, her footsteps retreating to her bedroom. I let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness she didn’t notice.
I look towards the window again. I wonder when my wings will appear.
Something catches my eye in the moonlight. I look down. A single black feather lay on my floor, the shiny surface reflecting the moonlight.
I gasp. It can’t be...
I slowly remove my covers, placing a tentative step onto the wooden floor.
When nothing creaks, I place my other foot and stand up, freezing in place.
No movement on my mom’s part, so I tip-toe to the bottom of the window, picking up the feather in my hands.
A wave of sadness and anger washes over me at the contact. I swallow. What was that?
I slowly examine the feather, running my hands over the weightless and soft part of the fallen angel.
So beautiful, yet so dark.
I tiptoe back to my bed, pulling the covers over me again. I stare at the feather in my hand.
I lay down, clutching it close.