They stood side by side, unmoving on the edge of a mighty cliff. Their hands were bound tightly behind their backs, and blindfolds were tied over their eyes, yet they did not seem afraid in the slightest. Their shoulders were rigid, and their mouths were emotionless lines. What once made up their clothing was now reduced to pitiful, tattered rags that barely clung to their bodies, and their pristine, white wings were held close to their backs in a submissive gesture. Pale muscles slicked with sweat were held perfectly still, as if the two were statues.
Behind them was a crowd of enraged onlookers, their eerily similar features all set in anger as they screamed, shook fists, and spat at the two bound ones. They were all wearing garments that glittered like diamonds and shone like sunlight, and their wings were unfurled in rage. The glimmering white fabric matched the long, flowing white of their hair and complimented the light blue of their eyes. Some were very old, while others were quite young, but they all shared the same look of hatred and disgust.
Then, the crowd hushed and parted as two figures moved amongst them to the front. The first was a tall, stunningly beautiful male carrying a large, leather-bound tome under his arm. His hair and eyes were the same as the other's, only there was a certain air of authority and power apparent in the way he carried himself. His wings were twice the size of the others', and they were a beautiful, golden hue.
The being behind him could only be described as resplendent, making his companion pale in comparison. Cloaked in what appeared to be strands of woven sunshine itself, he was far grander than anyone in the crowd, though he had no wings. He stood at least a foot taller than anyone else present, and his build was so masculine and large that any onlooker would deem the host of divine beings surrounding him positively drab. A large, flowing beard of the purest white matched the long mane of hair on his head, and his blue eyes were as clear as a summer sky's. His beautiful face, unlike those of anger and hatred around him, was impassive and calm.
As they approached the two blindfolded males, the one with the book turned to address the crowd. "Friends, I bid you welcome on this glorious morning to an event of great tragedy and sorrow."
The taller of the two on the cliff twitched his mouth, but made no move to interject. A faint whimper was scarcely heard, barely above the lightest of whispers, as the smaller's lip quivered.
"Today, we are here to witness the trial and condemnation of the sinners, Bakura and Ryou," the speaker finished. He snapped his fingers twice, and the blindfolds covering the eyes of the two angels in question vanished into thin air to reveal eyes of the deepest crimson imaginable. A gasp of horror rippled through the crowd, and several raised their hands to mark themselves with the sign of the cross. "These two have committed an unforgivable, unthinkable sin. They have lain with each other!" he accused dramatically, casting a hate-filled glare at them. The smaller one, Ryou, cringed under the stare. The other, Bakura, merely returned the speaker's gaze with equal vehemence. "We will now hear what our Father has to say," he finished in a submissive tone, bowing and stepping backwards as the large, golden being stepped towards the condemned ones.
"Thank you, Nimbucus. Bakura, Ryou. My precious children. You, of course, know why you're here and why this has to be done," he rumbled in a rich, deep bass tone, "All I have to ask of you is whether or not you regret your actions. If you are repentant, there may be hope for you yet." As he finished, he first met Bakura's hard, determined stare before looking compassionately into Ryou's petrified gaze.
"Absolutely not," Bakura spat, bravely meeting his Lord's eyes, "I love Ryou, and no punishment you could deal me would ever make me regret loving him."
"The same goes for me, my Lord," Ryou spoke, voice oddly calm for one who trembled as he did, "I could never regret my love for Bakura."
"Then, as much as it pains me, you certainly are aware of the consequences," he said sternly. At once, there was a sickening ripping sound, and Ryou screamed in agony as his wings pulled forcefully at his back until they tore off, leaving him with two gaping, bloody sockets where they once were. He would have crumpled to the ground if Bakura hadn't caught him under the arms, careful not to touch his back. He growled and groaned in pain as his wings ripped themselves away from his back as well, but he remained upright in an attempt to preserve his dignity.
"From this day forth, you are hereby banished from the great Kingdom of Heaven," the angel with the book declared in a resounding voice, "May it so please God to have mercy on your poor, misguided souls that Lucifer might not further ensnare your hearts."
And with a mighty shove that seemed to shake the very ground they stood on, the Lord shoved them off of the cliff, watching them tumble through the pure, white void of nothingness until it swallowed them up completely.
A/N:
Hello, everyone! Welcome to a project that I am definitely going to take off with. I'm not too sure when, though. Your feedback would be lovely, thank you!
-Venus
