Angel of Death
By Mione's Phantom
Disclaimer: Severus Snape and all related characters do not belong to me, I just play with them, I promise to put them back as soon as I'm done!
What would have brought me here?
Severus Snape looked down through the open sky it was too dark to even see the ground only a hundred feet below. He was caught there between ground and the black abyss of falling. And he wanted to let go.
He looked down again, hoping that the ground would appear and would give him some reason to hold on. But still only the inviting black abyss loomed before him.
From across the span of years hundreds of voices called out to him, Severus! Severus! Severus! Don't be afraid!
Don't be afraid?
But he was afraid, afraid of living, afraid of dying. Afraid of going on, but afraid of jumping. Afraid of what his life was doing.
What would have brought me here?
He asked himself again. But he had no real answer. He supposed it was hundreds of things that had brought him to this point. Hundreds of prayers, hopes, and dreams that had gone unanswered or fallen in broken pieces. Hundreds of sorrows, he had caused and watched.
And still, the siren song of the black abyss called to him. Severus! Severus!
He wanted to let go.
To have the all encompassing darkness surround him and close his eyes one last time. So that he wouldn't have to feel the hollow pain of emptiness that filled his breast. Watch as his dreams filled with the last look of haunted eyes, eyes that looked upon him with such hatred. To hear the last breath slide from lips, and each time breath came no more it was as if death lifted its bony finger and pointed at him, leaving him the blame. How many had he helped the Dark Lord torture? How many had he played the angel of death for? And now he was seeking that end himself.
But what was death to one already dead. Severus had died years ago. No doctor would have declared him so, blood rushed in his veins, breath swelled in his chest, but he was dead. His soul was so black with the destruction he'd caused. There was no love there, only its opposite, not hatred, but apathy. Because the opposite of love is not hate, but rather a lack of any feeling at all.
A lack of the desire to live.
That's what brought Snape here. That and the fact that he couldn't stand to see himself play the angel of death anymore.
The blackness swirled before him, Severus! Severus! Still it called to him.
Could he go on living, if life meant nothing?
Severus! Severus!
He was poised on the brink between living and dying, heaven and hell, staying and giving up. But balance points never last forever, and Severus knew he would have to fall on one side of the line.
Severus! Severus! And out of the blackness Snape was sure he saw the bony finger of death point accusatorily at him once again.
You've chosen death either way, your own, or that of others. Choose Severus.
And then, Severus Snape played the angel of death one last time for one last person, himself.
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