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Fallen 1: Berlin

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A platoon of guardians have been dishonorably cast out of the Skies for defying the Power's authority to destroy mankind because they believe that after all the wars and greed that was displayed by mankind, there was still goodness in the world. As punishment, these fallen guardians were placed in the human world, unable to return home and can only redeem themselves if they find true love. Berlin, leader of the fallen and now a Billionaire Mogul, has been relentlessly searching for this true love for thousands of years and when all hope was lost....it returned to him in a form of a fragile and abused young woman who he rescues from her bastard boss. He employs her as his personal secretary but soon realizes he has signed up for more than he bargained for...

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Chapter I: Hero with no Cape
Berlin whistled softly as he walked down the dimly lit street away from the buzzing night life of the city with his thick silky hair dancing languidly in the night breeze. It was the weekend and people were out and about finding entertainment and participating in all sorts of pleasures that the city could offer. With the stars shining brightly above them, youngsters queued in front of popular clubs waiting for their turn to enter into the warm caverns that reeked of cheap cologne, drugs, sweat and alcohol. Several officers loitered in the dark corners of the streets questioning the few drunken and disorderly individuals barely able to stand straight and be serious while several rascals stood in the middle of the streets and yelled obscenities to the skies.  They had no clue what lied there but it was better than the revelation of what their lives would have been before the great sacrifice Berlin and his sisters and brothers did.  He removed a cigarette from the breast pocket of his coat and continued walking slowly behind two men who were pursuing a young drunk woman in front of them. Any one who saw him walking down that street wouldn't have been alarmed but Berlin wasn't going to stand back and watch as those two men took advantage of that young lady.  He had told himself time and again that he was no longer going to take part in the nonsense that was happening in that city, that he had done enough for it but every time something bad happened in front of him, he never had the heart to sit back to let it happen. At times he wondered if all those trials that he was going through were part of his punishment. He had gone through enough that he just lost count but they were never the things to get used to. Yes, there were a lot of evil people in the world, but he had seen goodness reign over evil a lot more than the reverse. It was what made him wake up in the morning and it was what had him walk behind those two sons of bitches at that moment. Goodness always reigned over evil. Berlin reached for his lighter and lit his cigarette before he allowed the aromatic smoke to fill his lungs, warming him up from the inside. One thing that earth got right was cigarettes. To Berlin, it was amazing how they always chased the cold from the inside and had him relaxed....well after he smoked a dozen boxes or so. There were so many other pleasures that Berlin tried and found them satisfying--something that he couldn't do when he was back home and all that was needed from him was his protection. Berlin caught the winking of steel in the dim light as one of the men before him pulled out a pocket knife as they got closer to the woman. He watched in slight irritation as the woman suddenly tripped on her high heels and staggered down to the ground on her hands and knees. She let out as small laugh as her bag opened up and the contents which included her phone and wallet scattered out. Berlin expected the two men to go after the phone and wallet and disappear into the night but instead they slowed down and looked as if they were waiting for her to get up. They were hunting her. "Hey there, Miss, are you okay?" the one with the knife asked her as he moved closer to her to try and get her up while his friend was on the lookout.  The sequin tight dress that the woman had on barely covered her exposed butt and Berlin noted the leery look the man with the knife was giving her.  "I'm fine! I'm okay. Nothing to see here." The woman yelled out as she tried to push the man away from her, struggling to get up on her own but that was when she realized that the man wasn't there to help her. "Hey, let me go--hey!" The knife was swiftly pinned against her neck, stopping her from making any sudden movements or screams. She stiffened against him as the man snickered and turned to his friend. "Get her things." He said then grabbed her matted hair mercilessly and pushed the woman towards a dark alley. "Please don't hurt me." Berlin heard the woman beg with a whimper escaping her throat and he rolled his eyes. Didn't she have a clue that once the knife was pulled out, begging was meaningless?  Berlin wanted to exist long enough to see someone actually talk themselves out of trouble but with the endless years he had lived in that city--and the many other cities around the world, he had never seen that person. They all never learned and it was almost like a replay of a bad movie; the tears, the begging and then the violation which sometimes led to death. Berlin took a deep inhalation of his cigarette watching the red cinders race down to the filter then he dropped it to the ground and stepped on the butt before he approached the man who was gathering the scattered items on the pavement and patted him on his shoulder. "Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to have seen a young woman--this height with brown unkempt hair wearing a silver sequin dress down this walkway, would you?" He asked the man with smoke escaping his lips as he spoke. "f**k off, stiffer!" The man said. Berlin hummed softly as more smoke filtered from his mouth and nostrils. He got a bit of satisfaction when the man looked up at him and his face lost its color. That was an expression he was familiar with because although he was stripped of his prestige position as an elite guardian, he was still a force to reckon with. His black eyes turned diamond hard and his expression went grim as he grabbed the man's neck with one hand and pulled him up until he was dangling like a baby in the air. "Now, that's not a nice thing to say." Berlin frisked the man with his free hand while still holding up. He got the woman's phone and wallet. A mind-numbing scream ripped through the night but it was muffled by the loud base of the music blaring from the clubs and pubs nearby. Berlin pushed the man into the wall beside him and the bricks cracked, crumbling around him as the man lost consciousness. He took the woman purse and walked into the alley where the male with a knife struggled to unbuckle his belt while pinning the woman's face down on the filthy ground with his knee. The woman's hands flailed around helplessly trying to heft him from her but she was weak physically and also the alcohol made her reaction time slow.  Berlin gritted his teeth when he saw blood smeared on her lower lip and the little cut that appeared there. Violence saturated in his blood, igniting the fires of judgement because hell was about to rain down on that fucker!  His veins glowed the the fires of judgement, pulsing in the dim light like fireflies. Berlin reached forward and slipped the belt from the man's trousers, breaking the buckle in the process and catching him by surprise. Berlin felt like he was going to explode with the fury that thickened in his veins. He grabbed the leather belt tightly and clasped it around the man's neck then lifted him up. The man's pants came down around his ankles and Berlin looked down at the woman. "Render a sentence and it shall be carried out." He told her. "What--" The woman stuttered as she scooted away from Berlin, fear and admiration blinking in her teary eyes. The side of her face was brazed by the hard ground surface, there was a purple bruise forming on her jaw near her mouth and her dress was in tatters. Berlin cracked his neck from one side to the other, welcoming the violence inside him like a boiling cauldron. "Tell me what to do with this sorry excuse of a human being and I will do it." "Uh--take him to the police, I will file a case immediately." Come again? Berlin could have sworn he heard wrong because he thought the woman said to spare him and let him live another day. "Death would suffice just fine--" "Don't kill him!" She suddenly exclaimed pulling the tattered ends of her dress against her exposed chest. The horror on her face had Berlin very confused. "You are not like him, so don't carry his sins." Berlin turned to the man who was already turning blue. He gagged for breath with his little feet kicking in the air as he dangled in his own belt. Berlin noticed the man had peeped on himself and the sour smell tainted to night air making him frown grimly.  Though the woman was physically assaulted, she didn't want Berlin to burden himself with that waste of skin. It wasn't the first time he came across such a thing but it always surprised him and it fortified the decision he made that had him cast out of his home and got him punished.  Berlin was a guardian. There were many names that were used in the course of time including angels and watchers but he once belonged to an elite group of warrior guardians who lived in the Skies. They were under the Power's order and overlooked the worlds of the living. Yes, earth was not the only world that supported life but it was the one that had a race that was more destructive than the others; the humans.  Berlin growled in frustration as he let go of the belt and that sniveling fucker crawled away from him, choking as he tried to pull in air to his exhausted lungs. Berlin removed his coat and helped the woman up before wrapping it around her then handed her, her bag and escorted her out of the alley to the streets.  "Take a cab back home." He reached for his wallet as he waved down a cab. As the driver drew down his window, Berlin handed him a couple of bills and instructed him to get the woman home. "Thank you, sir." The woman said and added. "You truly were my guardian angel tonight." She got into the car and when it drove off Berlin sighed as he removed yet another cigarette from his pockets and lit it. "She'll never know the irony in her statement." He chuckled softly to himself as he started walking again, just as a slick black Aston Martin pulled beside him and the window went down. Through time, it was pointed out by the Power that the humans were killing the earth and all the other organisms on it and so it was concluded that the mankind be wiped out in order to give earth a fighting chance. The humans were not the first race to suffer such a drastic decision but Berlin was selected for this particular mission. He had four other elite guardians that were supposed to go down and prepare earth for the destruction of mankind. They were all ready but when they arrived to the earth and met the spoken about destroyers, they realized there was more good than evil. "Are you about done, sir?" The driver scolded impatiently. "This vigilante bullshit has got to stop." Berlin opened the door and entered the car then turned to the simmering man beside him and said. "I know you didn't expect me to just sit back and watch, Lucian, did you? I have a social obligation." "I expected you to call the police. I mean you left them behind and went on your merry way to act the superhero." Lucian snapped as he maneuvered the car into the road and drove towards the house. "But I am a superhero, Lucian." Berlin didn't see why that boy was throwing a tantrum. He always did when he learned that Berlin was out saving lives. "You are the most expensive bodyguard in this city, not a superhero. You are digging your grave deeper than you think. If you ever think to get back there--" He pointed to the skies. "--you should stop getting involved in people businesses." "You sniveling little brat, you only know as much as I wanted you to but it was not so that you could rub it in my face." Berlin shot back. Lucian sighed and said. "I am pretty sure you broke that first's guy's back--and the second one. He saw your face--" Berlin smiled grimly. "He was terrified of my face. I doubt he will remember it without peeing on himself." "You are a f*****g multi-billion dollar mogul to insists on taking assignments like his employees, why are you doing this to yourself--to me? I mean would it hurt to just sit back and enjoy your money and fame but you go around guarding the elite of the city--fighting a couple of drunkards in filthy alleys?" Lucian asked. "I love my job as a bodyguard--" "But that's the thing, you own the bloody company and all its branches across the world! You have some of the best motherfuckers on this side of heaven yet you still want to role play in it all." Lucian grumbled. "You sure know how to complain." Berlin turned to Lucian with an air of irritation. "Shut up before I add you to the naughty list." Lucian looked as if he had more to add but ended up clamping his lips shut because Berlin lied to him that each guardian had a divine scroll for the good and the evil and that when the names that appeared on the evil list, that person went straight to hell when they died. It kept the boy in check every time he thought to reprimand Berlin on his extra curricular activities.   Berlin tried to present the case to the Power about the humans but once the Power rendered a sentence, it could not be undone because everything else was laid in place, circumstances were staged and the clock of the destruction was already ticking away. Berlin couldn't stand and watch a race that could be redeemed get wasted. Yes, he was part of other worlds' race destruction but those races deserved it because the evil was an entity on its own in them...but humans were different. They changed and true goodness was within their hearts. He believed they could learn. "By the way, Elise has been looking for you." Lucian said quietly. "She says she's been try to reach you since last week but you haven't been picking up her calls." Berlin rubbed the middle of his forehead tiredly and said. "Tell her to come to the house tonight." He needed a distraction that night and Elise fit in just fine. Just because he was a guardian, it didn't mean he didn't have needs. The more he stayed on earth, the more he started picking up human behavior...like his favorite pastime of smoking. For humans, it was bad but for him, immortality was on his side. "Are you settling down this time?" Lucian asked him. "I mean Elise is...." He took a deep breath and a cheeky smile appeared on his face then he wiggled his eyebrows at Berlin. "I think she is the one for you." Berlin knew that was no the case. Elise might be fond of him but she didn't have true love for him. If she did, Berlin would have felt it and he would have gone back home. You and your platoon are henceforth sentenced to live the rest of your existence among the beings you deem capable of being good during the period of their impeding destruction. This sentence is valid until the day you find true love. Then and only then, when you all find true love, will the clocks of destruct reset. Berlin remembered the day the Power sentenced them for their crime and moment their wings were melted into their skins. They were then thrown to the wolves, each one landing in the place that birthed their new name since they were no longer elite guardians and had no right to carry their elite names. It was one of the most painful memories Berlin had ever had and even thinking about it reminded him of what it felt like as if he experienced it just yesterday.  Sometimes he had nightmares of that day and his shoulder blades ached with indescribable pain but each morning he woke up and lived yet another day. "I'm not settling down any time soon, Lucian. I still haven't found the one." Berlin sighed as he closed his eyes and rested back on the sit while Lucian raced them back home muttering about the ridiculousness that Berlin was talking about finding the one.                                                                 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sage jumped away with a yelp of surprise as thick box files were tossed from her boss' table. She quickly went down on her hands and knees and with trembling fingers collected the scattered papers while her boss blared all sorts of obscenities her way.  "Are you f*****g kidding me?" He bellowed. "How hard is it to file papers in f*****g alphabetical order?" He yelled and tossed his keyboard her way but Sage quickly dodged it and continued pushing the scattered papers in the files. She took a deep breath and told herself that she had just three more months to endure this and after that she was free. Her big brown eyes became hazy with the tears that were threatening to come out. "Are you threatening me with your tears again, Sage?" He exclaimed and Sage vigorously shook her head in refusal. "Am I a bad boss, Sage? Do I not teach you everything you need to know about the corporate world?" "You do, sir." Sage was so caught up in picking up the papers that she forgot that they could cut through her skin like butter, and they did. She struggled to get up, her tightly curled black hair bouncing around her oval face and her full pink lips trembled slightly. "Then why don't you take what I teach you seriously in that thick head of yours?" He asked. "I told you, all the files should be filed in alphabetical order, why is that so hard for you to understand?" The unfortunate part was that these were not the instructions he gave her just last week. Last week, Robert told her to file every document according to the date they were processed; from the recent document to the latest. She spent the entire weekend doing that and now, he turned on her, telling her it was not according to date but according to the alphabetical order.  "This is what happens when you have a lousy gambler for a father!" Robert moved around his desk and Sage took a step back, fearing for her life. Instead, Robert went around her and picked up his keyboard which Sage was sure was broken then went back to his sit and slumped down before saying. "You are going to remain here until you make sure all those documents in those files are in alphabetical order." "But sir, I told you about tonight--" Sage jumped with a start when Robert banged his fist on his desk so hard that his mug of coffee went to the edge and Sage watched in horror as it crushed to the floor and cracked into a thousand pieces, spilling the hot coffee all over his floor. "I don't f*****g care about tonight. You are here to pay your father's debts and you need to do a good job! Now, get the f**k out of my office!" Sage pursed her lips and quickly exited the office. She kept her head down as she passed the desks that had the other workers who had their tongues wagging. She dashed to her desk and dropped on her chair just as the first tear rolled down her cheek. She roughly placed the files on her cramped workstation and walked briskly towards the bathroom where she went into an empty toilet cubicle and locked herself inside. She looked down at her trembling hands and saw the few cuts on her fingers that were bleeding. She sniffed as tears came down her cheeks. This was not what she planned for herself but her father had her in this situation. He had to go on and die then leave her in a situation that not even a stray deserved. Sage cried softly and when she heard the cubicle door being knocked on softly she quickly wiped away her tears as if the person on the other side could see her through the door. "Sage, are you okay?" Charli, Robert's personal assistant, spoke in soft tones.  "Yeah," Sage lied, her voice breaking at the end but she quickly added. "I'll be fine, Charli." "Just hang there a little longer, okay? You are almost there." Charli knew the whole story because when Sage was first brought to work there, it was Charli who helped her around. After Sage's father died, it was discovered that he was stealing money from Robert's office for his gambling addiction. Robert gave Sage a choice; serve ten years in jail or work for him to pay the debt. Sage thought working for Robert was better but now she was really considering the ten years behind bars. Because of her father, Robert mistreated her, rode her guilty conscience like a stray bullet and left her with no other alternative out of there until she finished her sentence.  Sage couldn't even run to the police and file a complaint because Robert had the money to pay them to ignore her and that would mean a harder time for her. He paid her enough for her small living space, her food and transportation. Sage thought to get another job to support her salary but her hours of work were unpredictable. She was always the last to leave and the first to enter the office. Sometimes she even forgot what weekends meant. It was because Robert wasn't making money, it was just to punish her for her father's mistakes. This was no living but she was trapped in that terrible contract for three more months. After that, she was going to leave there and never look back. Sage saw the way Charli's heels retreated from the opening at the bottom of the cubicle and heard her walk out of the rest room before she rubbed away her tears with a sigh and stepped out of the toilet. She was a horrid mess when she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and teary. There were blood stains on her cheeks and chin. She tried to stretch out her crinkled office shirt that had a thread-bare collar and worn out cuffs to no avail but she managed a lopsided smile. Washing away the dried blood on her fingers and face, she took a deep breath and told herself that she could do this before returning to her table where she discovered four more box-files were placed on her table. She had plans with friends that night and she wasn't going to bail on them again so she went straight to work pushing aside her growling stomach because she didn't have anything to eat that whole day. Three more months, she kept on telling herself...

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