Will be grouping together any and all writing for my AE oc's.

Might go from short story writing and encounters, to facts/backstories on my characters

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After Earth takes place long after humans have lived and left the earth. The heavens have reclaimed the earth, and are now set to restoring it to what it had originally been planned to be like. Led by the Seraphims, the closest workers to The Divine One, angels now live, roam and work on earth.

There are some more developed camps in towns, where the Seraphims reside with many of their working teams of angels.

But not every angel works under the Seraphims.

There are a few groups who are wary of them, knowing they are planning something dark and sinister beneath their sweet words and empty promises.

The Seraphims, unbeknownst to the majority, have brought pain, suffering and even death to those who don’t obey, wiping out entire camps of rebels who simply don’t agree with their ways.

The Divine One is missing…

No one knows where they went, or why they left. But now the Seraphims have taken over and the earth, just got a whole lot more interesting.

Gentle breezes. Warm sun. Hills of rolling grass that looked like green waves. And enough pollen to make its own large monstrous form. Yup. This was the life.

Arms stretched out beneath the raven angel's head as he lay upon his back beneath about the only tree he had found in these meadows.

Cicada’s chirped loudly, singing their obnoxious songs as Kieran settled down.

This was the life.

No nagging. No chores. No work.

Just him. The world. And this…

Feeling of being watched…?

“AHEM.”

Kieran almost flinched at the sudden sound of someone clearing their throat awfully close to him, yet he managed to stay still, barely opening one of his eyes in an unbothered manner to figure out who had decided to intrude on his afternoon nap.

“Can I.. Help you?” He asked, confusion slightly peeking through his words.

The stranger was hard to see through the sunlight behind them, but he could make out a faded tunic… Baggy pants… Red wings… And god those eyes.

Kieran instantly tensed, finally meeting the strangers' very grouchy looking gaze. Furrowed brows and his downturned, heavy frown with both eyes.

“W-wait… You’re-”

“DON’T. MOVE.”

Kieran didn’t even have the chance to voice his thoughts as his purple gaze finally took in the features the sun had so cruelly hidden.

Horns. And a broken halo.

This guy was a Fallen… And they sure as hell weren’t friendly by any accounts. One step away from heaven, and several steps into hell. They may as well have been demons already.

Kieran remained in place, his throat and mouth feeling dry as he then looked down to the large spear poised towards his throat, forcing his hands into the air in surrender.

“Dammit…”

He cursed.