Vermilion by Second Hand Devotion
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these Harry Potter characters, and if I did, I'd be very scared of them…
THIS STORY TAKES PLACE AFTER HALF BLOOD PRINCE, IF YOU HAVN'T READ IT, I SUGGEST YOU TURN AWAY, NOW!
Chapter 1 – Carmine's SonnetThe angel stood at the edge of the bridge.
She listened to the wind's gentle song.
Her white snowy wings hung around her pallid golden robe.
As she pointed up to the burnt umber sunrise she whispered
"Heart, please don't fail me,"
And with on graceful bound, she lept into the fiery slumber of Hell.
She stumbled into a frail, dark palace hall.
The man looked at her with steady eyes,
"Why do you seek to be here?" he asked.
"Surely I can become what you want me to be," she said bowing.
"Are you sure? Is this the path that you truly wish to take?" he said, his glowing red eyes piercing her gaze.
"Yes," she whispered, "this is who I am,"
"From now on will you serve me, and me alone?" he asked, taking her hand and pulling her up.
"I will," she said, smiling a malevolence smile.
He gave her a look of triumph and grabbed a large wooden stick, the tip was covered in silver blood stains.
She looked at it, terrified. Before she could cry, before she could scream, he took the stick and stabbed it though her angel heart. A splurge of silver blood shot from her chest. Her eyes closed. She was dead.
For the angel had fallen, and the demon would rise.
Her eyes quickly opened again, glowing vermilion. Her feathered wings wilted away as two large black spikes shot through her back, shooting out her immortal blood. They formed into two wings. Then, as she began to stand, two large horns pulsated through her temples. She laughed, showing her sharp pointed teeth.
He smiled and patted her on the shoulder.
"Welcome to my army," he smiled, as she flew off into the night.