Okay don't kill me! But I'm starting another multi chapter story! Yes I know I already have ones that need updated and finished! Don't worry they will be updated and completed! This one will not be updated until I have Dare and Malevolent updated! (hint hint: both SHOULD be updated within the next week or so! yay!)

I'm a sucker for Dark Caroline so this story is going to be dark. This is just a short prologue into dark Caroline and the rest of the chapters will go back to show how she got here.

Caroline found herself standing in the middle of an empty church. A real church, not one of the fake chapels that are scattered all over this city. She wore a white dress; it would most likely be the last day she could wear white so it felt fitting. Except it was no longer white, it was scattered with blood; blood that was still warm. Just like her hands that hung down at her sides dropping warm deep red blood onto the marble floor of the church.

She took a deep breath as she closed her eyes to take everything in. If legends were true she would never be able to step foot into a church again after tonight. "Don't bless me Father for I have sinned."

She came here to repent for all her sins. Not that she expected forgiveness or to even be saved but repentance felt like the right thing for her to do.

A noise at the alter startled her and caused her to snap her eyes open to see what caused it. "Shit." She mumbled under her breath as the priest of the church came out starting at her in awe. She knew as a man of god he could see her light too. She assumed it would have dimmed and burnt out by now but through all of this he always made a point to tell her just how bright she shined. How she looked glorious in the midst of passion as her angelic light shown, or how bright it would get when she would help him torture someone. It was a cruel sick joke. What angel thrives on doing demon's work?

"What did we do right to deserve a visit from a true angel, my dear?"

"Please forgive Father, I didn't mean to bother you. And I am no longer an angel."

"Once you are an angel, child, you are always an angel. Your sins can be forgiven."

"It's to late for me. I'm an angel who enjoyed the take down of a fellow angel, I'm an angel who enjoyed everything a demon had to offer me, I'm an angel who enjoyed the corruption of innocents, I'm an angel who fell in love with a demon, the demon, the devil himself. And I don't want to be forgiven."

Her beautiful white wings appeared behind her and she couldn't help the evil smirk that formed on her lips when the priest stumbled at the sight of them. Those too were scattered with blood.

It was eyes that changed first. Staring at the priest with her head tilted to the side her beautiful blue eyes filled with black. Just as her eyes finished changing her bright white feathers of her wings slowly started to change to black.

She felt his presence before she heard him so she spun around. Eyes still fully black and wings just white at the tips as the darkness spread.

He was leaning against the dorm frame smirking at her as he watched her transformation, she noticed how he didn't step into the church he stood just outside as he leaned on the building. "Now that's more like it, love."