Author's Note: Ayup, new story, hm. Let's hope I stick to it this time. Also, please don't say anything about the fact that angels can't die. I just think they can "die", and that when they do, they just disappear from the world forever. :P Comments, crits, etc. appreciated, folks.
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I could feel my wings snap open with a pure, agonizing pain. Soon, I couldn't even feel my wings any longer. The poison was doing its job, but only in my wings. I had to break them badly to prevent the poison from spreading into my body. Most likely I would never fly again, if I ever lived long enough, that is. I knew I wasn't going to.
Then I heard his voice, just like mine, but more smoother, and more darker. "My, my, you said that you would beat me once and for all, and seal m in my home. Looks like you're wrong once more," I heard him say. Then he laughed to himself a bit, as if he was thinking about some cruel, twisted joke that only he would find humorous. I tried to snarl at him, but I doubt he could've heard the pathetic little sound I produced.
But as soon as he stopped laughing, which wasn't long, he turned to me, looking at me with his bright red eyes like a demon's, and a wide smile on his face. I shuddered weakly at his gaze, so demonic it was for an "angel", which made him smile even more.
"It's time to get rid of a son of a bitch such as yourself," he hissed through his teeth.
Somehow, I managed to get my lips to move, weak as I was. "I-If you kill me, you'll kill yourself too. . ." The effort of speaking was almost too much, I was so weak.
But my last hope at trying to distract my darker side failed, as he whispered to me, "But I want to die."
I realized then that I had no hope left. He then raised his blade over my head, the sharp side down, and aimed the blade at my throat.
I wish I had said goodbye to everyone before I had took this fight on, to be near death, and to also tell him that I loved him.