Angel of Darkness

Chapter one

Chapter 1

It was a beautiful morning of a hot summers day. I felt excited and nervous at the same time looking at my reflection of the floor to ceiling sized mirror in one of the guest bedrooms in our palace . I wore a white sweat heart strapless dress with my hour figure body I looked stunning if I had to say so myself. My white blond hair pined up with some lose strands hanging down in my face. I couldn't help to smile at my reflection as it was to be the happiest day of my life, or so I thought at the moment. If you haven't guessed it yet it was my wedding I'm getting married to the love of my life. Just the thought of him gave me butterflies. A knock on the door brought me back to earth. In entered my mother with all her glory she wore a dirty pink laced dressed that hugged all the curves on her body topping it off with gold wedged hill sandles her white blond hair was hanging down to her waist and her silver eyes was twinkling with tears as she layed eyes on me. "You look so beautiful my angle", oh the irony in her words. Well technically we are descendants of angles. We have the powers and most of their features but not the wings, oh how beautiful that would have been.

"I said no tears mom, I don't want to ruin my make up", I said with a pout. We both ended up laughing. " I hope you ready your dad should be hear any moment" and on que my father entered the room. "There is still time to change your mind sweatheart" my father said looking rather smug. "Damian!" my mother yelled and slapped my father playfully against his head. "Ouch! What was that for?" my father explained. I couldn't help but giggle at the sight. My father the king of Algoha kingdom was rather very over protective over me as I was the youngest daughter of five children and not to mention I'm the only girl. My four older brothers are just as protective.

"You look breath taking“ my father said looking at me with a small smile tugging his lips." You looking handsome yourself" I told my father with a wink. He wore a white dress pants with a light dusty gold cotton button down shirt. My mother giggled at my response and my father grabbed her from behind and kissed her cheek. The love they had for each other is remarkable I would like that for myself with my Euginie. That is my nickname I use for Eugine, oh how he hates it.

I heard a soft melody playing from a piano, "come it's time" said my mother all too excited my father just huffed in return. I walked down the aisle my stomach to aerobic stunts, then I saw him the way his eyes held adoration and love made my heart melt. I wanted the moment to last forever just staring at my soon to be husband. He wore a white suit with a pink and gold flower decorating the pocket of his blazer, on his head nested a messy dark brown bed look that I want to run my fingers through. He had dark green eyes that had my soul lost in everytime, lips soft and full begging me to kiss it, I considered myself the most luckiest woman alive.

Just as I was to take a step closer to becoming the future Mrs Taylor, Eugine fell to the ground with blood dripping from a hole between his eyes and just like that my Euginie was gunned down on the day we were to get married.