The sense of dawn reigned over the pairs, allowing a new lease on life. A gift from the unknown, yearning for mourn. The time to make the fatal choice. Life or death.
…Life or love.
The dark skinned beauty advanced toward the coppery mass of an angel; fair skinned, rosy lips, hesitant mind. He rose his stake to her, trembling minutely, before dropping the object as though it had ripped into his flesh; burned his dignity; torn him in two.
The angel gasped and the beauty's eyes flashed to hers, beholding, just for the slightest split second, a waver of pain and regret. But, too soon for relief to wash over her, a menacing grin spread across his face as he unleashed his claw-stakes.
The angel's fingers dug into her palm, hands quivering, and sending a trickle of crimson pulsing down her wrist, forcing the beauty to gasp and fix his gaze on both of her hands. He grew rigid, clenching his teeth and covered his nose with the stake-less hand.
Then he screamed, agonizingly, and dropped to his knees, seeming to plead with the heavens. His body appeared to waver and he began to disintegrate. The ash began from his feet, moving slowly toward his upper body and arms, permissively avoiding the heart.
The angel stepped forward, tears draining her being and framing sorrowful eyes., as she placed a hand on his cheek. He gasped at the contact and it's effect, just as the as ash reached his heart, causing him to scream. A confounded scream filled with rage, accusation and regretful submissiveness. The bewildered, temporary emotions clouded his face as the angel stepped back and watched his body degrade to the ash.