Fallen Angel
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Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
683
Reviews:
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Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Fallen Angel
Fallen Angel
A tale of pain and sorrow for a fallen angel
“Damn it’s cold.” What can I say? This sure isn’t what they said hell would be. You want to know what hell is? Hell is MY life, MY existence. Hell is when you watch as every one you ever knew, everyone you ever met, everyone you ever loved dies around you. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Nothing can save you from immortality. Not even death. It’s something that unknowing mortals wish upon themselves, not knowing what a curse it really is. Freedom is death friend. I’m invincible. You heard me, I can’t die, not even be killed. Nothing kills me. Although I get hurt, it won’t kill me. It can’t. I just can’t die. You can’t really understand. You’re all foolish mortals. But, that’s a good thing, for you anyway. But, about the cold from before. And where I even am? It’s hell. You’re world, absolute and utter HELL. You think Maine in winter is good? Think again. It’s really cold here. I walk down the street, not a thing to do. And I see some gang kids kill some old lady and run with her purse. If only they knew there wasn’t anything in it. You stupid humans. You kill each other without thought. War, murder, hate, sorrow, anger, rage, all you do is negative. Destroy your environment, you’re planet, see if I care. I don’t breath anyway. Doesn’t bother me. The woman’s eyes have frosted over already. And the snow… White, pure, hopefully undefiled when you look at it. But that is what the world is supposed to be. Not like this grandmother here, reddening the snow, turning it crimson. I reverse the damage with my powers, and help her up, quickly producing her purse. I tell her I caught the punk and got it back. Liar. I stood watching her die. But I take pity on your kind. What? Darkness angels can’t be any good? She thanks me and leaves, limping along as I see I missed a spot on her leg. But she’s around the corner already. Besides, it’ll heal itself better then I can do for it. See how I am? Too goody for my own good. That was corny. I kick some snow. Then I spread my raven wings and take off like a shot. Looks like New York got snow too. I land in an ally in Harlem. It shows you’re worst by the graffiti. I doubt ‘Jessica’ wrote her number ‘for a good time’. I erase it with my power. With enough good deeds, maybe I can get out of this hell. I hear a woman scream, and I’m in the air again. There seems to be a hustler down there, he’s got a gun and everything. Thief. I land before the girl, shielding her from the shot, robbing the masked individual of his perverse pleasure in killing. Seems she’s only 18, not even drinking age. The shell drops to the ground, after I let it go from catching it. Bleeding heart. The man fires, once, twice, three times. I catch them all. I open my hands, and drop the shells on the ground. That’s six shots, he’s doomed. I pick him up by the neck, “Run from me, before I kill you.” I drop him. And he’s gone in seconds. I turn, and she’s still there. Cowering in the snow. For good reason. I could kill her right now. Softy. I help her up. She hugs me, and starts to weep. I ask her where she lives, she tells me. And we’re off. Cutting through the sky like a plane, raven wings spread. Stupid humans on the street don’t even notice us. I land on her balcony. It’s late now. She’s still shaken. She asks if I would like to sleep at her place. I can’t remember when I last slept inside. I thank her for her patronage. Maybe not all of you are bad. She tells me I can have her bed. But I can’t have that. No girly room for me. I lay on the couch where she was going to sleep. I tell her that although I’m a guest, I still can’t steal her bed. She pesters me some more about sleeping in her real bed. “I can’t. It’s yours” She pulls the other couch out. Says she’ll sleep right there. She’s not gonna let me sneak out tomorrow morning. I’ll just teleport out. She’s asleep in minutes. I dream awhile, and then awake. It’s early. I read her mind like a book. Armed with knowledge of what she likes for breakfast, I prepare it for her. I alter time so I conveniently finish as she wakes. Earl Grey with scones. She’s surprised I know what she loves in the morning. Liar. I tell her it’s a lucky guess. I kinda like it though. Dining with another living sentient being. Being of the opposite gender only sweetens the deal. Especially what I can her of her thoughts of me. It’s only to be expected. I saved her life, just in time to come in for the rebound. She had broken up with someone just days ago. The first tendrils of love wrap their fingers about her soul. I’ll be damned if I stay, maybe for a few days, but no more. Can’t stay and watch her die. And I’m not condemning another to my hell of immortality. I gotta get out. Before I stay. Before I get attached. I can’t love her. Not now. I cannot ruin another. Not a chance in the world I’ll do that again. The food is gone. The tea a puddle on the cup. It’s 10:00. Has it really been three hours since I awoke? Time flies as you say. I need to leave. I tell her. She wants me to stay. I try to leave. She doesn’t want me to. I have a good idea why. “I can’t. You can’t understand why.” She won’t take that. I tell her, spread my wings, tell her what I am. I am damned. Condemned. That’s not enough. I tell her I’m immortal. She doesn’t know. Ha! Make her that way she says! “You cannot know what you say!” I tell her what a hell it is. She won’t listen. She says it’ll be better for both of us, spend eternity together. Just like some sappy story. The kind that comes with a moral. No. I can’t. I cannot corrupt her. No mortal deserves this. I tell her again. Softy. She uses a cheap shot. Bambi eyes. I’m defeated. But I think I can still save her. I tell her what to do. Not how to do it. She knows. She gets the secret out. I hate myself for it. She willingly pays the ultimate price for an infatuation. She gives up her immortality. Says the forbidden phrase, is gone from the books of life and death. Cannot be found in either. No god or Diablo now. I am stuck with this for the rest of eternity. Too bad for her. We are together. Forever. Weak. I am too weak. I cannot save a single soul. I have damned her. I care, yes. When I saw her in the snow, I first cared enough. It just might work out. Us, forever…
It’s thousands of years later. She is still with me. My Katherine. A fallen angel just like me, raven black wings, and a grey complexion. I am with her forever, and ever, until the end of all. Love ever lasts all. Life burden’s me less. Not even you mortals, bother me much.
A tale of pain and sorrow for a fallen angel
“Damn it’s cold.” What can I say? This sure isn’t what they said hell would be. You want to know what hell is? Hell is MY life, MY existence. Hell is when you watch as every one you ever knew, everyone you ever met, everyone you ever loved dies around you. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Nothing can save you from immortality. Not even death. It’s something that unknowing mortals wish upon themselves, not knowing what a curse it really is. Freedom is death friend. I’m invincible. You heard me, I can’t die, not even be killed. Nothing kills me. Although I get hurt, it won’t kill me. It can’t. I just can’t die. You can’t really understand. You’re all foolish mortals. But, that’s a good thing, for you anyway. But, about the cold from before. And where I even am? It’s hell. You’re world, absolute and utter HELL. You think Maine in winter is good? Think again. It’s really cold here. I walk down the street, not a thing to do. And I see some gang kids kill some old lady and run with her purse. If only they knew there wasn’t anything in it. You stupid humans. You kill each other without thought. War, murder, hate, sorrow, anger, rage, all you do is negative. Destroy your environment, you’re planet, see if I care. I don’t breath anyway. Doesn’t bother me. The woman’s eyes have frosted over already. And the snow… White, pure, hopefully undefiled when you look at it. But that is what the world is supposed to be. Not like this grandmother here, reddening the snow, turning it crimson. I reverse the damage with my powers, and help her up, quickly producing her purse. I tell her I caught the punk and got it back. Liar. I stood watching her die. But I take pity on your kind. What? Darkness angels can’t be any good? She thanks me and leaves, limping along as I see I missed a spot on her leg. But she’s around the corner already. Besides, it’ll heal itself better then I can do for it. See how I am? Too goody for my own good. That was corny. I kick some snow. Then I spread my raven wings and take off like a shot. Looks like New York got snow too. I land in an ally in Harlem. It shows you’re worst by the graffiti. I doubt ‘Jessica’ wrote her number ‘for a good time’. I erase it with my power. With enough good deeds, maybe I can get out of this hell. I hear a woman scream, and I’m in the air again. There seems to be a hustler down there, he’s got a gun and everything. Thief. I land before the girl, shielding her from the shot, robbing the masked individual of his perverse pleasure in killing. Seems she’s only 18, not even drinking age. The shell drops to the ground, after I let it go from catching it. Bleeding heart. The man fires, once, twice, three times. I catch them all. I open my hands, and drop the shells on the ground. That’s six shots, he’s doomed. I pick him up by the neck, “Run from me, before I kill you.” I drop him. And he’s gone in seconds. I turn, and she’s still there. Cowering in the snow. For good reason. I could kill her right now. Softy. I help her up. She hugs me, and starts to weep. I ask her where she lives, she tells me. And we’re off. Cutting through the sky like a plane, raven wings spread. Stupid humans on the street don’t even notice us. I land on her balcony. It’s late now. She’s still shaken. She asks if I would like to sleep at her place. I can’t remember when I last slept inside. I thank her for her patronage. Maybe not all of you are bad. She tells me I can have her bed. But I can’t have that. No girly room for me. I lay on the couch where she was going to sleep. I tell her that although I’m a guest, I still can’t steal her bed. She pesters me some more about sleeping in her real bed. “I can’t. It’s yours” She pulls the other couch out. Says she’ll sleep right there. She’s not gonna let me sneak out tomorrow morning. I’ll just teleport out. She’s asleep in minutes. I dream awhile, and then awake. It’s early. I read her mind like a book. Armed with knowledge of what she likes for breakfast, I prepare it for her. I alter time so I conveniently finish as she wakes. Earl Grey with scones. She’s surprised I know what she loves in the morning. Liar. I tell her it’s a lucky guess. I kinda like it though. Dining with another living sentient being. Being of the opposite gender only sweetens the deal. Especially what I can her of her thoughts of me. It’s only to be expected. I saved her life, just in time to come in for the rebound. She had broken up with someone just days ago. The first tendrils of love wrap their fingers about her soul. I’ll be damned if I stay, maybe for a few days, but no more. Can’t stay and watch her die. And I’m not condemning another to my hell of immortality. I gotta get out. Before I stay. Before I get attached. I can’t love her. Not now. I cannot ruin another. Not a chance in the world I’ll do that again. The food is gone. The tea a puddle on the cup. It’s 10:00. Has it really been three hours since I awoke? Time flies as you say. I need to leave. I tell her. She wants me to stay. I try to leave. She doesn’t want me to. I have a good idea why. “I can’t. You can’t understand why.” She won’t take that. I tell her, spread my wings, tell her what I am. I am damned. Condemned. That’s not enough. I tell her I’m immortal. She doesn’t know. Ha! Make her that way she says! “You cannot know what you say!” I tell her what a hell it is. She won’t listen. She says it’ll be better for both of us, spend eternity together. Just like some sappy story. The kind that comes with a moral. No. I can’t. I cannot corrupt her. No mortal deserves this. I tell her again. Softy. She uses a cheap shot. Bambi eyes. I’m defeated. But I think I can still save her. I tell her what to do. Not how to do it. She knows. She gets the secret out. I hate myself for it. She willingly pays the ultimate price for an infatuation. She gives up her immortality. Says the forbidden phrase, is gone from the books of life and death. Cannot be found in either. No god or Diablo now. I am stuck with this for the rest of eternity. Too bad for her. We are together. Forever. Weak. I am too weak. I cannot save a single soul. I have damned her. I care, yes. When I saw her in the snow, I first cared enough. It just might work out. Us, forever…
It’s thousands of years later. She is still with me. My Katherine. A fallen angel just like me, raven black wings, and a grey complexion. I am with her forever, and ever, until the end of all. Love ever lasts all. Life burden’s me less. Not even you mortals, bother me much.