The Mark of the Angels
Preface
I stood there. Stunned, for in front of me the love of my life was turning into an angel of death.
His whole body became a skeleton, as white as if the sun has bleached it for centuries. His devil horns sprouted out of his head like sprouts coming out of the ground. His pitch black, torn silk cloak flowed behind him. His black, felt wings spanned as long as his body.
What I found most surprising though was how I felt that the hollows that are now his eyes are filled with shame.
I wanted to tell him that it didn't matter I still loved him, but when I was able to speak he was gone.
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