{Hey everybody! I'm so very sorry for being away literally forever. I wrote this short drabble to see if I have any confidence in writing again plus I just really wanted to write some stories about my gayngels. I will write more here and Archive of our Own (once my account is up.)}


Vain?

Would that be the word to explain my, our...predicament? We can't go to anyone for help. That would only make matters worse.

We went too far the first time and look where it got us. Cowering beneath the power of both sides, had us begging for mercy like children.

"We were young and stupid," we pleaded, "Please forgive us!"

We thought we'd be able to handle it. A young, powerful being capable of anything and we let it loose. Worst of all, we let it loose on purpose.

We both agreed that releasing it so often would keep it happy. Leaving it in that cramped container is no way to treat an entity of mass destruction or in a better case our "child". We couldn't keep it in the canister forever, could we?

Now we're here, stuck. Chasing our greatest mistake as punishment for another mistake. We've tried so much. Singing to it, but it returned to that Preacher. This time, we'll get it back...I hope.

They'll separate us for good if we fail. I can't stand to lose them. After all Fiore and Genesis are all I have.