Disclaimer: If I owned Angel Sanctuary, would Zaphy be dead? I think not…
A Life Together
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Forgive and forget…
The words ring through my mind, an incessant mantra unwilling to fade away. Even when I think that I should, though, I listen to this phrase. As permanent and vital as the law of the Creator himself.
Forgive and forget, turn the other cheek…
But I can't forgive, and I'll never forget. I'll never that image, the magnificently white wings of the Great Thrones lying on the ground. Grand feathers soft and pure as he thought I was sullied and marked with blood. A sinner's blood; his blood. It was everywhere, his astral power seeping from it and this mutilated rotting body. This corpse was not my beloved master's.
I cannot wipe the image of a single bullet piercing straight through his chest, it's trail of gunpowder and smoke traced its way down my arm, intertwining with my fingers. When I joined Anima Mundi, stepped proudly into his ranks of loyal, conversant angels I knew I would kill. I also knew that deaths would be linked to our names, killer and the one that these removals would benefit. In my wildest nightmares, I could never have imagined that I would murder the one close to my heart.
Forgive and forget thy sins…
If I concentrate, his touch seems all too real. This soft caressing contact is enough to drive me insane. Has this grating bloodlust, this maddening, longing pleasure already taken its toll? I was his child, our love incestuous. Yet, if given any divine intervention I would simply do it all again. Eternal damnation be damned. I don't want to deny that blessed love felt, the sensation of belonging, the knowledge that should I go, I would be sorely missed. I don't want to forget these feelings, and no love should ever seek forgiveness.
I shall forgive thine sins…
Who will forgive me? God is gone- in his place is left the Prime Minister. Sevothtarte. His very name inspires ripples of emotion to lace through this sad shell of a body. Fear, hate, the pure unrestrained loathing that no living thing could possibly control. Ultimately, he was the sole cause of Zaphikel's death. I may have pulled the trigger, and the Saviour his cause for capture.
Am I as selfish as Setsuna? Perhaps I am: I have killed as well. All in the name of love. My reason fro living, my very existence, is nothing more than revenge. Revenge for my father, my mentor, my lover. If Sevothtarte suffers, I will rest in peace. Once my need for blood is gone I will disappear. To burn in Hell with those who serve him, may be too kind a fate.
"And they called out in a loud voice, 'How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until You judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?" Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the number of their fellow servants and brothers who were to be killed as they had been was completed."
The Bible lays open to this page, worn and tearing, a favorite verse recited by the 'The Right Hand of God.' It fits him well, my modern-day martyr. Tears stain the page before me, all I can hear the shatters of a frozen heart. He promised me a life, a life together!
I will not forgive, I cannot forget…
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A/N: I wrote this a while ago, and made a few changes before posting it. Please leave a review. I want to explore this writing style, and need a few pointers. THANX!