Angel
By Any Unborn Child
The thought of a winged higher being failed to catch Zero's interest.
It wasn't the concept that neglected to mystify him. It wasn't the allure of a holy ray of light or the halo that floated above its head that never seemed to catch him in awe.
It was what angels symbolized to him.
He was once referred to as one of the same beacons of hope – he would be called his parents' "little angel" – their prized one, their salvation for a better future.
If he ever was referred to as an angel now…
With everything he had been through…
With everything he had done…
With everything he had given himself too…
With the sins that he had knowingly committed against himself…his family…his friends…
….Yuuki…
He could only be known as a broken one.
Wings clipped.
Halo bent.
Hurdling down towards the pits of hell.
…Not that he believed in it.
But it suited him.
It suited him well.