The Fallen Angel Has Risen

First off, I apologize for the long hiatus.

I've been wondering whether I should quit writing altogether, but decided I would miss it, so here I am to restart my stories (despite being an irresponsible writer). I have updated my profile, so it'd be nice if you checked it out again, and unnecessary stories have been deleted. Stories I wish to continue will be rewritten.

Thank you.

A/N:

I got bored, and well... This came up. Warning: contains a three combo of crap, cringe and cliffhanger.

Full Summary (will be rewritten):

My name is El Gabri. I know. 'Gabriel'. The Angel of Angels? Yeah, I get that a lot. But El was actually my brother's name. I adopted the name after him when he had died. My original name is Ella, but nobody calls me that anymore. Not even my parents. Why? Because they don't remember. They've got severe amnesia, and they don't even know of my existence. Harsh? Not really. I'm fine living on my own as a normal high school girl who thinks rare treasures are epic, thanks.

Nobody else knows of my old name, so how did this man I've never met, know?

"I'm Kuroro. Kuroro Lucifer."

Lucifer.

Funny how said Lucifer would end up with Gabriel.