HEAVEN&hell
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,060
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Dreaming of Sight
". . .Run, faster. You have to leave... Tall dark grey-skinned fanged monster. . .Human looking eyes. . .Sanctuary of Hell. . .Nightly-Shadows, Lightly-Praises. . .Winged muscular clawed thin long-tail sword scrapping the ground. . . Hellish aura Demon's Blade. . .Deepest pits of Hells fire burning in the Hell drawn black-blade."
A brisk cold wind awakened me to a light melody as the great-sun began peeking over the blue snow tipped mountains. It was the same song mother sang every morning, she called it the Song of the Angels. Heavenly, lifting, soothingly tranquil, smoothing to a distant whisper as the sun slowly rose. I stood, watching, waiting, entranced, listening to the heavens beautiful song, eyes closed.
I could feel myself swaying in the breeze, but it felt like there was something behind me swaying just as I. The soothing melody died and I opened my eyes, looking at my mothers body. It didn't bring me to tears yet I wasn't happy either, I felt. . .As I tried to move; my leg seemed to stay in place, dragging along the ground. In panic, my gaze fell to my leg.
There it was, the start of all of this and the end to my fathers life. The sword was unusually light as I stood there, yet when I tried to move my leg it pulled down. I cursed both the blade and my father, I didn't want this. . .impurity.
I pulled it from the scabbard that had seemed to come from nowhere considering the fact that I could never master the sword so I never needed one. I could hold the sword in one hand, which had been impossible until last night, I tossed it away. I took a step forward and there was the dragging feeling again, and as I looked down there was the sword. I cried as I fell to my knees, I felt someone cover me, I peaked through tear filled eyes to see white wings. I touched the one on the right, it was as if I touched myself. I stretched my left hand to reach my back, and I could feel the bones that they'd come from. I stood up once again and dragged myself into the house, and I stopped as I looked at the mirror in horror.
A brisk cold wind awakened me to a light melody as the great-sun began peeking over the blue snow tipped mountains. It was the same song mother sang every morning, she called it the Song of the Angels. Heavenly, lifting, soothingly tranquil, smoothing to a distant whisper as the sun slowly rose. I stood, watching, waiting, entranced, listening to the heavens beautiful song, eyes closed.
I could feel myself swaying in the breeze, but it felt like there was something behind me swaying just as I. The soothing melody died and I opened my eyes, looking at my mothers body. It didn't bring me to tears yet I wasn't happy either, I felt. . .As I tried to move; my leg seemed to stay in place, dragging along the ground. In panic, my gaze fell to my leg.
There it was, the start of all of this and the end to my fathers life. The sword was unusually light as I stood there, yet when I tried to move my leg it pulled down. I cursed both the blade and my father, I didn't want this. . .impurity.
I pulled it from the scabbard that had seemed to come from nowhere considering the fact that I could never master the sword so I never needed one. I could hold the sword in one hand, which had been impossible until last night, I tossed it away. I took a step forward and there was the dragging feeling again, and as I looked down there was the sword. I cried as I fell to my knees, I felt someone cover me, I peaked through tear filled eyes to see white wings. I touched the one on the right, it was as if I touched myself. I stretched my left hand to reach my back, and I could feel the bones that they'd come from. I stood up once again and dragged myself into the house, and I stopped as I looked at the mirror in horror.