Prologue

"When we are working at a difficult task and strive after a good thing we fight a righteous battle, the direct reward of which is that we are kept from much evil."
- Vincent Van Gogh

Five. Ashamed. Were knelt before the Archangel of Light. Pleading for the forgiveness from who it mattered. Such person who wasn't present.

"You are hence forth banned from this plane. I strip you of your powers and I clip your wings in your defiance towards the Lord. And I place a curse upon you all, until forgiveness is given." Michael said to the five angels cowering before him.

With a swipe of his hand, the five that once knelt before him, fell as the ground beneath them opened. Their descent happened for ten years until they finally hit the earth.

They were now among those they originally plotted to destroy. For an eternity.

Eventually the five of them dispersed. Four of them were able to move on and be with those they love. But one wandered for years, bitter and vengeful.

This lone angel was the creator of the vampires as a threat against mankind, to try and finish the job he was set. That was his curse.

Although, where there are angels, even if they are fallen, there must be the demons. Those angels and souls that are so lost from who they once were, they think only to cause pain.

The balance between good and bad must always be maintained.