[b]Season:[/b] Autumn
[b]Time Period:[/b] Modern
[b]Time Of Day:[/b] Midnight
[b]Weather:[/b] Outside it is cool and slightly damp from days of rainfall but the skies are only partly cloudy. The wind whips around the city and within it in short but heavy gusts. 
[b]Setting:[/b] The Mega-City of Santa Muerte is one of near post-apocalyptic in how it looks. Towering sky-scrapers are worn and rusted and the city has fallen to decay even though millions still live within the city limits. Outside of the city is quickly fades to thick forests surrounding the circular layout of the city, there are no farms or suburbs. Just city and then forest that surrounds it as far as the eye can see. Roads from the city are hidden under the tree canopy.  

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	The moon hung high in the heavens as tendrils of clouds rolled through the night; the autumn night smelt of pine and maple as the winds cut through the shadowed fiery spectrum of flora.  In the branches sat a feathered beast with talons dripping with the black essence of a broken heart. The forest floor was thick with fallen leaves and needles that crunched beneath the feet of a wandering soul. 

	Regret plagued a once bright face; features sagging under the strain of a pained chest. Eyes once brilliant now hollow as the sky after a storm; vision blinded by the salty sting of tears. To knees the wandering soul fell, auburn locks hiding the hands which held the weeping visage as she curled down; feeling the agony of strife that burned beneath her breast. 

	A blood curdling scream erupted with anger and pain from dusty lips; head craning back towards the sky above as blaze tinted tendrils washed down the back of the damaged soul like a lava fall to the forest floor. 

	“Why!”

	There was no answer as she screamed, none would come and this only caused the rage to grow. Debris flew as fists clawed and flung this way and that out of desperation. The tears continued to fall as if trying to douse the wrath and resentment but it was futile. A fire such as this had to burn itself out and the one she bellowed to knew this. 

	The screams and wrath continued to echo through the silent forest that surrounded the decaying mega-city of Santa Muerte. A heavy sigh passed thin lips as he watched from the shadows through his dark blank eyes void of any detail. His shoulder length raven hair clung to head and fell to his shoulders as his broad figure observed the falling of a Seraphim.  

	“He won’t answer.” His voice deep and full of sorrow as he stepped into the moonlight. Her head bobbed as she sunk back to the forest floor and wrapped her arms around herself, trying to find some mock comfort in the embrace. 

	“He knew this would happen, why did he do this to me Uziel?” Her voice trembled as she gazed blankly before her.  Sinking down next to her he crossed his legs and pulled his black trench coat tight around his chest. 

	“He didn’t do this to you, you did this to yourself. You were a gift of grace to a troubled soul and you let yourself grow too close. You knew better than to open yourself to such a creature. This is what happens when a Seraphim loves.  I thought you would have learned by now. They can't be trusted,” Uziel said in a sorrowful voice. 

	“Was any of it real?” she asked as she swallowed the knot in her throat and her voice cracked. Uziel shrugged as he toyed with the leaves before him. 

	“Who besides Him knows the workings of a human heart; I would like to believe that it was for your sake. That it was merely pride and confusion that caused this and not maliciousness. Though looking back I cannot see it being anything other than a game to that mortal. You were a toy,” Uziel reached out and placed a calloused finger beneath her chin, turning her features to his own.  “Either way, you did what you were sent to do I think. Now gather yourself and return home so that you may learn where you are to go next.”

	She reeled back and shook her head frantically as she slid away from Uziel through the fallen foliage. Her eyes, so pained, looked at him wildly in disgust at the mere suggestion that she should just soldier on yet again like she always had. “No, not this time,” she spat. 

	“What are you talking about Af,” Uziel began but she growled and his voice fell silent. 

	“Do not call me that, she is gone,” she hissed through clenched teeth as she crouched there and a dark look spread across her features. Uziel knew the look of shadows all too well when it fell over a Seraphim; their faith had been shattered and his blank eyes grew sullen to see another fall from grace.  As she rose, he did also; watching it consume her. She was as lost as those she had been sent to bring from the darkness; her aura faded and became tainted as the winds whipped around them. 

	“Of all the Seraphim, I never thought I see your fall,” he whispered, lids falling over sad eyes. 

	“He knew it would come,” she retorted and Uziel could only nod.

	“That He did but even He must have had hope that it would not.” Uziels voice was empty as he spoke to the now fallen one. The once bright Seraphim turned and began to make her way back towards Santa Muetre, the City of the Fallen Seraphim. “What will you do?” he called out to her.

	“What I should have done long ago,” was all her vengeful voice said as she continued to trudge through the autumn evening. 

	“I wonder what the punishment is for causing a Seraphim to fall,” he pondered to himself as he looked towards the heavens. Uziel let out a heavy sigh as he stepped back into the shadows, afraid of what wrath she would unleash on the unknown.