Dark Wings
By Sad WTF
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Crimson filled the streets as if to welcome the butcher's presence. He relished the color and texture of blood – his sole purpose to embrace destruction. None could stop the butcher, for decay was all he brought, no mercy, no second chance. Life existed only for the butcher to extinguish.
Then came the angel of death, and killed the butcher. The angel of death indeed destroyed all that lay in his path; but unlike the butcher, he relished only the color and texture of the blood that flowed from his enemies. Foul blood of the dead that did not shine brightly like the life-force of the living.
Thus was how the angel left his mark. And the angel's mark never missed.
Now all that remained was a whisper of triumph, a message of accomplishment from a servant to his care.
The angel of death had flown once more, but the butler stayed behind to welcome it were it to return. The butler served those he loved, and duty was his purpose in life.
That, and to harbor the angel of death.
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Written for TeaRoses as a drabble challenge. She requested that it be about Walter, and to use the lines, "Then came the angel of death, and killed the butcher". Hope you enjoy!