I didn't rebel on purpose. That would be stupid to rebel on purpose. Heaven was the only home I had when I died. No, I didn't rebel for dumb reasons. I was saving someone's life. One thing you have to understand about angels and their duties; they can only show themselves once in a person's life. I showed myself when someone was trying to commit suicide. I had flown down and caught them right as they were about to hit the ground. Once I had saved them, the counsel had lectured me about being careful about showing myself onto mortals. That's when I gave up my spot and became a fallen angel. I thought I was better off without them. I was wrong.

Angelia walked with me down the street as we walk to school. I had figured it didn't matter how late I was. I'd get detention anyway. It was how my teachers treated me and my rebellious spirit.

"Alright," Angelia says catching my attention. "There are seven." Seven? I had lost my thoughts halfway through the conversation so I didn't know what she was talking about.

"Seven?" I repeat giving her a blank expression. She gives me a sympathetic expression.

"Yes. Seven servants to the Devil." she answers. "There are three Demons, two fallen angels and two vampires. They want you." I look ahead, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by the information. I stop walking, allowing the information to sink in. I was about to continue walking when a voice stops me. His voice.

"Princess," it taunts. "Wait for me." I stare at Angelia, feeling my words at loss and my body unresponsive to what I wanted to do. Angelia rushes to me trying to snap me back to reality.

"Savanna!!" she screams shaking me. "Wake up!" I shake my head and look at her with a dazed look. I give her a reassuring smile as we continue to walk, but we didn't make it very far when a stranger jumps in front of us. He licks his lips and chuckles.

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"Look what we found," he says creeping closer. Angelia stands her ground, but gets frightened by the stranger's carmine eyes. "Dinner." I gasp as hands grab me from behind. I glance around and see that we're surrounded. Angelia glares as she gets grabbed, and immediately sinks to the ground.

"Angelia!" I scream trying to pry myself away from the stranger. And that's when I saw him. Min Yoongi walk up to me, his gaze cold and hard. "You." I mumble. He smirks and then glares at the person behind me.

"Take your hands off of her, Seok-Jin." he orders. The grip loosens yet, I still feel like I was still captured. I kneel beside my friend as she gives me a weak smile.

"What did you do to her?" I demand. Min Yoongi shakes his head and touches my face. I grimace and pull away.

"Didn't you know this about angels?" he quizzed. "They can't be touched by unclean things such as us." I look at him shocked and then touch my friend. "It weakens them, eventually killing them." I struggle as Min Yoongi pulls me up and away from Angelia who was on the ground curled up in a ball.

"Let go of me!" I scream yanking myself away from his grip. That really pissed him off. He glared at me before backing me up into a brick wall.

"Don't test me." he orders. "You belong to me and only me!" he turns and signals his group to follow. Thinking they were going to leave us, I sink to the ground. Boy was I wrong. I get grabbed by a pale stranger. His hair was dark, almost black and his eyes was a mix of red and brown. He smirked as he dragged me along with the group.

I glance back and see Angelia starting to recover, yet still not strong enough to chase after us. I felt in danger in the hands of demons. I watch the stranger who I figured was Seok-Jin as he looked at my necklace.

"It's playtime, princess." he says before waving his hand in front of my face. I felt my eyelids become heavy and the urge to sleep was powerful. I try to fight it off but knew it was impossible. The last thing I felt before I blacked out completely was a sharp pain in my neck. I was going to die.