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His back collided with the Earth, and it swallowed him, as if to devour him and his Angel. He fell deeper and deeper, his Angel wrapped tightly in his protecting arms. He and his Angel fell for all the time that had ever been and would ever come, until, like time, they finally came to a rest. He couldn't breathe; the Earth which gave him life now throttled him. He fought back; pulled them up, back through the eternity of their decent, clawing through a worse fate than Hel. His arms burned hotter than the Hearths of Hel, his muscles tearing themselves apart. His mind was slowly clawed away from him by the gentle hand of Death. He slowly stopped; he could move no longer. His Angel had battered him more than he intended. His Angel would die there, in the dark depths of the Earth; die there in their old home. His thoughts slowly darkened, his eyes slowly shut, and the scent of his Angel slowly left him. But the thought of his Angel dieing incited in him a rage so true, so natural that the earth quaked in fear. His hoarse cry was echoed into the vastness of Forever, and he climbed. He tore his way through the Earth, like a newborn from the womb, and erupted into the air. His lungs exploded with the sweetness of life. With the first breath he could draw he buried his face into the neck of his Angel and inhaled her. She coughed free Death's grip and rolled out of his arms. He watched her breathe there on the ruined city street. She was perfection - she was his. She was conceived between ideals and beliefs, wrought from beauty and love. Even Time, in all her mysterious beauty, envied his Angel. Hey eyes slowly opened, staring at nothing, seeing everything. She looked to Heaven above, and quickly cast her eyes aside. She had been defeated by a child of Hel; she deserved not even to lay eyes upon her Heaven-home. She slowly brought those eyes to his, and he felt inside his heart stir as in those eys, for an instant, everything he felt for her he saw requited. But in an even quicker instant, it all faded, snatched away by the greed of Convention and Righteousness. He felt the Judgement of Heaven boil away his flesh on his stomach as he was thrown back through the air, but no pain compared to the wounds inflicted on him by betrail. He bellowed, his rage tearing him in two, before he even met the earth. He was on his feet in an instant, and he charged his Angel. She didn't have time to react; he caught her bout her waist and ran her, hard, into a wall. One arm fell limp to her side, and with the other she called the Judgement of Heaven. He stood up, ready to strike, but her fist crashed first into him, knocking his thoughts into oblivion, burning away his mind. He shook himself even as she struck again, and he caught her by the wrist as she called the Judgement once again, and pinned her arm there to the wall behind her. She lunged forward and bit him hard on the chest, hard enough to break through his walls of hatred. He watched her grind her teeth through his hardened flesh, one arm broken, body nearly crushed, her heart bruised - all from his own hands. He brought one hand up, and as softly as he could - he knew not how to be gentle, because he had never been shown - placed it on top of her hair, and pushed her face into his chest, burying her there. She fought back, trying to free herself, but she was caught. "Why do you hate me?" he asked his Angel quite suddenly, and her mind crashed to a halt. Her words were trapt by tradition, by morality, in her chest, although her heart screamed her answer louder than any words - a single tear, followed slowly by another, rolled down her cheek and onto his chest. His Angel cried.
Mr_Jones16 · Sun Sep 23, 2007 @ 06:09am · 0 Comments |
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