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Fallen Angel

Prologue

Desperation. This city stunk of desperation. The desperation of the masses, of the poor. Middle Class society had been reduced to a hoard of fumbling beggars, lining the streets like walls of diseased rags. Crime was common here; rape, robbery, murder. With no police force in the area willing to punish the wrongdoers, who were plagued with greed and insanity induced by starvation, the city had gone to the dogs. The putrid, shrunken dogs Pathetic excuses for living creatures, much less men.

Here it was always night, always dark. The smog of the long forgotten factories still hung in the air and blocked all evidence of sunlight. The only illumination these people knew where the flickering light bulbs of the local saloon, and the dim glow of neglected street lamps. The existence of stars had become myth, a story told to the barely surviving children. Electricity was a rare treasure, valued by all. Few knew how to read, most knew how to drink. This was a city run into the ground; buried by its own destructive tendencies.

Children were rarely educated and there was no school. The only animals in this place where the flea infested cats whose ribs were clearly visible, and the occasional horse passing through with its rider. Plants were tumbleweeds and small fungi such as mushrooms, moss, and lichen. Most women were employed by the saloon to be either waitresses or 'show girls.' Being a showgirl was a testament to the good looks of an individual. At least, good looks by the standards of desolation. Many times these women were raped and tossed aside. Even the prettier children, some as young as 8, were used as two-bit prostitutes; used and thrown back in their cage, looking out their window into the starless night.

The men of the town, who didn't work in the saloon, worked one town over in the local coalmine, forever in darkness. No one broke free of the night. No one broke free of the turmoil of this forgotten place. This was the city of the Fallen Angel. This was Hell on Earth.

And no one ever escaped.