How about a Snippet from Silk Road that gives us some insight into Chel’s life? In Seals of Destiny Book One, Chelriad is a secondary character. But in this Snippet we get a glimpse of why she’s going to be such an interesting leading character in the next book. Yes, people, the next book is Chel’s story. And she’s quite broken…and it’s all due to this particular ending.
Chel’s eyes flew open but the dream continued to play in her head like a bad movie.
Sadness. Those she’d always known, had always felt down to the marrow of her bones now turned on her with such a vengeance it was unfathomable. Such ferocity had never been focused on her. Had never been directed at her.
Even when learning to fight, as every angel must, her body had never experienced such pain. It was as if a layer of herself had been skinned away leaving her raw and exposed to feel the full impact of each blow. The blows reverberated down through her body, through skin, muscle and bone, down to the cellular level they vibrated through her.
She felt them—some brimming with righteous indignation, disgusted and appalled at the thought of rebellion, others full of sorrow at what they were doing even as she was filled with the anguish of betrayal. Her people had turned on her.
Then the rending began. Not just the tearing of flesh, but also the decimation of spirit as she was ripped away from the consciousness of the family that she had felt from the moment of her first breath.
And with the rending came crippling loneliness and despair. It felt like she’d been marooned, closed off. The pain of being alone came in waves of absolute crushing agony.
She’d never been alone before. Even if she’d sat in one of the training halls with no one around, she’d never truly been by herself. Had never called out to her brothers, sisters, and cousins only to have the sound of her own voice bounce around in her head and then echo into nothingness.
The last she’d seen of her home was the bottom of an Archangel’s boot. And then she Fell. The stars flew past until they appeared to be one long streak of light. A second before she understood what waited, she turned her head toward the earth. It rose up fast to meet her.
This was no graceful floating down to the ground. No, it was as if she’d been blasted through time and space until even the very air passed over her skin so quickly it burned, left rifts and welts behind.
She’d slammed into the earth. Lay there barely drawing breath. Each shallow pant sent new agony streaking through every limb. Her organs felt flattened in her body. Her wings had been snapped off before she’d been kicked down here, so this current cracking of bone was something else—likely every other bone in her body.
If she’d ever wished to be a human, it was now. At least she could have died to escape the hell of her new existence, the desolation of her plight.
Instead, she lay there, healing slowly even as a simmer began in her soul. Hatred. Pure burning hatred, but not for man. No, her anger was at the asshole that had talked her into rebelling. As the sun rose and set in what seemed like endless days, Chel lay in the middle of the desert, thoughts focused on the angel who had held the highest office in their world. One who walked with the creative Source themselves. So handsome, perfectly formed, with a voice that brought one to ones knees in reverence as he sang to those that had made him. He’d been called the Son of the Morning because the glory of his being had been like the rising of the sun whenever he walked into a room.
And that fucker had been the cause of her worst nightmare—Chelriad, Angel of the Second Tier, Virtue and commander of the elements, had Fallen.