The dream was always the same. They call him “Crimson Arm”. he was a celestial assassin. A killer for the ranks of heaven. he killed many demons and angels, that his right angel was a sign of his identity. Covered in the crimson liquid of those that he hunted and found. Crimson Arm was of angelic beauty, my eyes matched his arm. This hunter wasn’t like many angels, his hair wasn’t blonde, it was raven dark. he was an outcast among the heavens.
       It was during a hunt, that Crimson Arm’s soul was corrupted as the whispers of my dream tell me. I see him looking down upon a vampire angel. Her blue eyes trapping him like a moth to a flame. She smelled of lavender and her skin was as soft as silk. Under the possession of his heart, he let her go. Signing his own death in the eyes of heaven. It was then he would not see the vampire angel again.
      The angel in my dreams, returned to heaven to face his punishment, it was a severe crime for an angel to have committed. he had gone against the ruling of heaven. All creatures of divine supernatural auras came to see the trial. Crimson Arm was the second angel to be placed in such a trial. The one before him was the angel of light, Lucifer. Fairies and the other earthly creatures he had protected, begged for forgiveness on Crimson’s behalf. On the other side, the Dragons and heavenly creatures cried for justice. In the end justice was met.
       He was labeled a Fallen and sentenced to the “separation”. A ritual in which an angel was to be thrown into limbo and have their soul ripped from my body. He had to walk the path, a tunnel that held the smell of death and sickness. The walls as bloody as his arm. The cries of those who were sent here before, still howled a vengeful cry. They were the hollows, spirits of angels that were taken from their bodies, seeking out any soul that entered the path in the darkness. 
       Crimson Arm had reached the center when the howling stopped and the door were shut behind me. In the darkness, I could feel them as I watched, the hooked chains reaching out for him, tearing apart his flesh. The first tore open Crimson’s neck, the second and third dug into his arms. The chains pulls him in many different directions. He fought the urge to cry, it was said many cry from this pain before. They all became hollow. Not cause of the false reason , crying is a sign of weakness, but cause he didn’t wish my soul to be like the others. He made a vow that day, I couldn’t hear what it was but for that reason he would not become a hollow. 
      The doors open and the body is dragged out by the angels, only the arm is missing. In a sense of caution they look for the soul. It is not with the hollow, it is not with them. It was not in heaven.
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       That is how the dreams end, I am awaken in a cold sweat, looking at my clock. Always at midnight, I always wake at midnight. I press my feet again the cold floor as move to the bathroom. My eyes try to hide for the light after being in the dark. I splash some water on my face. Suddenly a sharp pain erupts from my arm. Always the same arm, always the same pain. 
      However, this time I scream, the pain has grown. My arm start to throb and twitch uncontrollability. I can barely lift my arm as I fall to the floor. I hear my heart quicken, then out of the blue I hear the whispers, this time out of my dream, they call me, accompanied by a familiar voice. A voice I heard only in that dream. I know this voice, it….it is his voice. What is happening to me.
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Born under a strange moon, Dante Graves is not your typical high school student. With the rare power to view and interact with the supernatural worlds and the power of regeneration. Dante has lived his life with an unexplainable and strong urge to protect those in trouble. He has recently been haunted by dreams of an angel he never heard of. An angel that is very familiar to him. Waking each time with a pain in his right arm, however the pain grow stronger, as it something is trying to escape. This all had upon Dante’s acceptation in a school he had never heard of let alone apply to. Eden Academy for the gifted.