It's been millennia since Lucifer has fallen from Heaven and taken control of Hell. His plans to overthrow God and take control of Heaven have been known by all the angels since he fell and they've been preparing ever since. God has tasked the archangels with finding the Nephilim and the Prophet of the current generation; they are the only people who can save Heaven from Lucifer's reign. The archangels dutifully completed the task for years, but slowly stopped when no attack from Hell came; they never thought Lucifer would be powerful enough to dethrone God.

Late one night Lucifer and his demon army arrive at the gates to Heaven. With no time left and the archangels needed for the fight, God sends a lower angel named Araminta to find the Nephilim and the Prophet. The only problem, Araminta must fall in order to find them.

With no wings, hardly any powers, one angel sword, dozens of demons after her and no back-up from Heaven, Araminta needs to figure out a plan and fast.

"You want me to what?" Araminta looked skeptical.

"Find the Nephilim and the Prophet. Lucifer is here, they're needed. Now."

"Wasn't that the archangels' job?"

Father turned a glare on them and they looked away, ashamed. "Yes, it was and they didn't complete it."

"To be fair, Lucifer hadn—" Gabriel stopped when Father turned to him. "Sorry Father," he mumbled and bowed his head.

Father turned back to Araminta. "You need to go to Earth and find them."

"Ok. Which archangel is going with me?" Lower angels like her couldn't travel to Earth unless an archangel took them, they simply weren't powerful enough.

The archangels looked back to Father, hoping for a second chance.

"None of them."

"But Father! You know I ca—"

"I know. You must fall."

A loud crash and screams were heard outside the throne room. Not good. Lucifer must have breached the gates.

"And quickly," Father added. "Michael, escort Araminta out of here."

"Yes, Father." Michael grabbed Araminta's arm and started leading her to a side door.

"Wait! I can't do this! I don't want to fall! Michael, wait!" Araminta protested.

Michael opened the door and shoved her out. "Go Araminta. You can do this; you can find them and bring them back."

Behind him Araminta heard the doors thrown open and the sounds of fighting. Michael looked behind him and turned back around, frowning. "You need to go now. Lucifer's army has breached the throne room. Run up that hill behind you and jump."

"But Michael, I—"

"Go!" He shouted. "I'll try to get away and find you if I can. Don't expect any help though."

Araminta nodded, turned and started running to the hill.

"And Araminta," Michael shouted

She paused and turned back to the archangel.

"Falling won't be a pleasant feeling." And with that lovely parting comment he drew his angel sword and closed the door.

Araminta gulped. Great. Just great. Stupid archangels. She turned and continued her run to the top of the hill.

"Minty! Get up!" Miles shook his best friend.

Araminta groaned, rolled over and promptly smacked Miles in the face.

"Ow! What was that for??"

"You know what it was for. Don't call me Minty." She yawned and got up. "What's happening?"

"Michael wants us assembled and ready by the gates."

"Why?" Araminta asked as she strapped on her sword.

"Lucifer's almost here."

"What?!"

"I know! The archangels looked the most surprised."

***

A few minutes later their entire garrison was assembled in front of Michael. A little ways away Gabriel's garrison was ready, angel swords pointed at the gates. Each archangel was in charge of their own garrison. Michael's was the highest ranking and had the least amount of angels; Gabriel's was the lowest ranking with the most amount of angels. Michael carefully studied each of them, making sure they had their angel swords and we're ready. He finally spoke when he was satisfied with his garrison’s condition. "Lucifer is coming. We have intelligence saying that his army is huge. Our job will be to protect the throne room. Some of you will remain here to help out Gabriel’s garrison.” Uriel came running up before Michael could give further instructions. He and Michael started whispering to each other quickly.

"Well that can't be good." Miles watched the archangels argue.

Michael glanced over at Araminta and then turned back to Uriel. Michael didn't look like he agreed with whatever Uriel wanted, he looked angry. Then again Michael always looked angry. He had a constant look of being done with the angels.

"Oooo Minty what did you do?" Miles taunted her.

"I'm about to stab you."

"That's rude. Why were they looking at you?"

"Maybe they were looking at you. Maybe they finally decided to demote you for the fountain incident. Although personally I'd demote you all the way down to Gabriel's garrison, not Uriel's." She smirked at Miles.

"Shut up! It was an accident! I didn't mean to throw the rock that way, my aim isn't that gre—"

"You liar you have perfect aim!"

"Araminta!" Michael called.

"Yes archangel?" She answered immediately.

"Come here." He turned to the rest of the garrison. "Cass, Phoebe, and Miles. You'll stay here with Gabriel's garrison. The rest of you start heading to the throne room."

"Told you it was you, not me. Good luck Minty!" Miles grinned at her and turned to follow Cass and Phoebe.

"Shut up. Stay alive idiot." She stuck her tongue out at him and walked over to Michael and Uriel. "Is there a problem archangel?" She addressed Michael.

"Father wants you in the throne room. Now."

"Why?" Araminta questioned. The only ones who should be in Father's throne room should be the archangels. They should be finalizing the plans. Uriel ignored her question and started walking away. She waited for Michael to answer but he followed after Uriel. Araminta rolled her eyes and followed the archangels.

***

“Ah finally!” Father turned to face the three angels as they walked in. “I was starting to think you got lost.”

Uriel, rolling his eyes as he went, and Michael joined the other archangels at the table with their plans. Araminta stood awkwardly in front of their father.

“Araminta, you know the story of what’s supposed to happen when Lucifer finally tries to take over Heaven right?”

“Yes Father. The Nephilim and the Prophet will stop him. Is this why you called me here? Do you want me to protect them from Lucifer?” Araminta saw the archangels exchanging glances out of the corner of her eye.

“Not exactly,” Father sighed. “Araminta, the Nephilim and the Prophet aren’t here.”

“Then...what are we going to do?” Araminta questioned.

“I want you to go to Earth and find them.”

"You want me to what?" Araminta looked skeptical.

"Find the Nephilim and the Prophet. Lucifer is here, they're needed. Now."

"Wasn't that the archangels' job?"

Father turned a glare on them and they looked away, ashamed. "Yes, it was and they didn't complete it."

"To be fair, Lucifer hadn—" Gabriel stopped when Father turned to him. "Sorry Father," he mumbled and bowed his head.

Father turned back to Araminta. "You need to go to Earth and find them."

"Ok. Which archangel is going with me?" Lower angels like her couldn't travel to Earth unless an archangel took them, they simply weren't powerful enough.

The archangels looked back to Father, hoping for a second chance.

"None of them."

"But Father! You know I ca—"

"I know. You must fall."

A loud crash and screams were heard outside the throne room. Not good. Lucifer must have breached the gates.

"And quickly," Father added. "Michael, escort Araminta out of here."

"Yes, Father." Michael grabbed Araminta's arm and started leading her to a side door.

"Wait! I can't do this! I don't want to fall! Michael, wait!" Araminta protested.

Michael opened the door and shoved her out. "Go Araminta. You can do this; you can find them and bring them back."

Behind him Araminta heard the doors thrown open and the sounds of fighting. Michael looked behind him and turned back around, frowning. "You need to go now. Lucifer's army has breached the throne room. Run up that hill behind you and jump."

"But Michael, I—"

"Go!" He shouted. "I'll try to get away and find you if I can. Don't expect any help though."

Araminta nodded, turned and started running to the hill.

"And Araminta," Michael shouted

She paused and turned back to the archangel.

"Falling won't be a pleasant feeling." And with that lovely parting comment he drew his angel sword and closed the door.

Araminta gulped. Great. Just great. Stupid archangels. She turned and continued her run to the top of the hill. Behind her, she heard weapons clashing and screams. Not good, not good. When she reached the top of the hill she hesitated. Araminta didn’t want to fall, no lower angel wanted to fall, no angel period wanted to fall. Araminta shrugged her shoulders slightly and her huge black wings appeared. Maybe they’ll help my fall, slow me down or something. She knew that was a lie. Every angel knew what happened when you fell. Araminta closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to prepare herself for what she was about to do.

“They truly are desperate aren’t they.”

Araminta’s eyes flew open and she whirled around. There he stood, Lucifer himself. He was exactly how she had imagined him, from the dirty blonde hair down to the British accent.

He took a step forward and held out his hand. “You don’t have to jump. You shouldn’t have to clean up the archangels’ mess.”

Araminta looked over her shoulder at the long way down.

“No angel wants to fall, to lose what makes them an angel.”

She turned back to him. He gave her a disarming smile and stretched his hand out further.

Araminta had never met Lucifer before now. She’d heard the stories about him from other angels of course. He was just as sly and deceiving as they all said. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what he was trying to do. If she fell and managed to find the Nephilim and the Prophet, or even just one of them, there was a huge chance he’d lose.

She smiled back at Lucifer, spread her arms and wings, and slowly fell backward.

As she fell, she heard Lucifer’s angry roar.