Grace Ann
Legacy Name: Grace Ann

Even Angels Fall by The Cruxshadows

Sorrow sings her kisses in silence
and adjusts the blinds to keep the light
from mocking everything I feel
She dances slowly
a silhouette upon the curtains
but her eyes seem to cry
only empty tears
I beg for comfort with inadequate verse
it meant so much to me... and so little to her
and I am sinking into a mountain of self pity
why can't I simply disregard all the things I feel?
Where is my angel?
Where is my angel?
Where is my angel when I need him most?
Where is my angel?
Tell me now, where did he go?

Grace sat on the ground, stroking and pulling the grass next to her out of the ground. It was a quiet evening and the orange and purple colors had just settled into the sky. She glanced at the skyline while she tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear before resting her hands on her lap. She tried to focus on the scenery, but her mind kept drifting to Lucifael. Grace attempted to form an image of him in her head. She visualized his green eyes, his nose, and his lips, but found that the image she created was no longer familiar to her. She tried to hear his voice again, but couldn't imagine it like she had many times before. Panicked, she tried and tried again, but each visualization was less accurate than the last.

"What's troubling you, angel?" said a voice behind her. She turned her head to see Semiazas. A sudden wave of resentment washed over her, causing her lips to form a scowl. Semiazas simply smirked and stepped forward, his hands clasped behind his back. He lowered himself to her level and placed a hand on her shoulder. She sighed.

"I don't remember what he looks like," Grace said, her voice partially choked with tears. She felt Semiazas squeeze her shoulder.

"You'll see him soon," he murmured. Grace had heard this many times before and wondered how many times she'd have to hear it. It felt like she had been helping Semiazas for years. He promised he'd release Lucifael from purgatory if she helped. But how much did she have to help?

She wanted to yell. She wanted to scream at Semiazas for possessing Lucifael, killing her, and ripping her childhood from her. But Grace knew better. She'd get the brief satisfaction of yelling before Semiazas would get angry and threaten to cut off his end of the deal.

Grace glanced at the Heavens and thought of Raphael and how upset he'd be with her for siding with Semiazas. But she would get nowhere with Raphael. He had told her many times that while it wasn't Lucifael's fault she was killed, he couldn't allow them to see each other. Grace glanced back at Semiazas. His greasy black hair was uncombed and hid the horns at the top of head. His eyes were black and his face was dirty. He smiled at her, but it wasn't a kind smile. It was impossible for Semiazas to look kind.

"Let's go," Semiazas said, lifting himself up. He extended his hand to her. Grace grabbed his hand, his claws digging into her skin. She stood up and they began to walk, her hand still in Semiazas's. They approached a crowded area of town and waded through the people without anyone noticing them. It still unnerved Grace that most humans couldn't see angels or demons. She had been able to see them even when she was human, and she couldn't imagine not being able to see the ghostly angelic figures and the shadowy demons lurking among humans.

"See any easy targets?" Semiazas asked. Grace glanced around. It was her job to look for weak angels, as she could easily read emotions. She pointed to a window above them, where an angel was watching over a sleeping child. Semiazas glanced up and nodded. He began walking toward the front door of the house, pulling Grace with him. Grace glanced at her feet as they walked through the door as if they were ghosts. She didn't look up until they reached the child's room. The door was hallway open. Grace peeked in and saw a little girl about five years old sleeping in her bed. Next to her bed was a male angel with blonde hair and a kind face.

Semiazas entered first. Grace watched as the male angel's face turned from contentment to horror. His eyes flitted between Semiazas and Grace, as if trying to make a connection.

"Semiazas," the angel muttered in disbelief. He backed up, shielding the sleeping child. Grace felt her heartbeat quicken. This was too familiar to her. She watched as Semiazas stepped toward the angel, trying to corner him. Grace backed into a corner of the room, watching in terror as Semiazas turned into a black mist and entered the angel. The angel fell and writhed on the ground, reaching out for anything to grasp onto so he could get up. Grace covered her face with her hands and slumped against the wall. She felt tears form in her eyes as the angel's struggling stopped. There was a moment of silence before she heard the little girl let loose a scream. It was soon muffled by the angel's hand. Grace wanted to scream herself as she heard the girl thrash and struggle before everything fell silent. The only thing Grace could hear was her own quiet sobbing.

It was a few moments before she felt Semiazas's hand on her shoulder again. She didn't want to look up, but Semiazas placed his hand under her chin and lifted her her head up to look at him. She opened her eyes, blinking away tears. Semiazas was the last person she wanted to see.

"It's over now Gracie," he said.

Grace glared at him, angry with his feigned compassion. "Don't call me Gracie," she snapped.

Semiazas's smile faded. He jerked her up by her arm and pulled her out of the room before the child's parents got up to check on her. As she was dragged out of the house and down the street again, she glanced at the sky again, thinking of Lucifael.

I need you, she thought. But how do I get to you?