Intro

Angel tried to scream but no sound could be heard as she spiraled downward. She reached out for something to hold onto, maybe something to slow her descent, but her hands found nothing. Surrounded by darkness she could not see what was ahead or behind. She could not even see herself. She could do no more than continue to plunge deeper into the abyss. Her heart sank. Each second was an eternity spent waiting for the inevitable end, for no pit was truly bottomless. She closed her eyes. 

A howl so loud it sounded as though it may have come from within her resounded all around Angel. She opened her eyes again and could see. Everything was still dark but she could see now that she was spiraling down the middle of what made her think of catacombs. There were openings in the walls resembling doors but only about the size of a window. Tombs, perhaps? But there was more. She could see eyes watching her from nearly every opening; glowing yellow eyes. 

Within her rose a feeling of anger strong enough to overcome all other emotions. These burning eyes belonged to something unbearable, something she felt compelled to destroy. She could explain nothing of this but her sudden compulsion was motivation enough to reach out once more. 

An unfamiliar sight stretched before Angel as she attempted to grab hold of the ledge of one of the openings and caused her to draw back her arm. She stretched it forward again. It was not her arm moving at her command but rather a massive, furry leg. The howl sounded again. 

There was no time to waste contemplating what was going on. Angel reached out with two paws now and tried to grab hold. The walls crumbled beneath her grasp but her descent began to slow with her claws dug into the side. Her back end lowered as she slowed from a free fall and Angel dug into the walls with her back paws as well as soon as they could make contact. She finally caught on to an edge that did not give way. 

Hanging from this precarious ledge Angel looked down to see that she had stopped just a few feet from the ground. Gaining resolve, she let go of the ledge and landed swiftly on her feet. No; not on her feet but on her paws. What a strange thing this was and yet it somehow felt perfectly natural to her.

Looking up, Angel could see the eyes that had watched her fall no more. The air grew heavy with the scent of blood. The smell grew stronger still as Angel began to hear feet shuffling ever so quietly toward her…