First things first. And this is what happens when i feel down and watch too much American Horror Story ugh. And again i am so very sorry for grammer/spelling mistakes. Hope you like it ;).
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I hope you like this little fic on mine.
Don't forget: My first language isn't english.
Please...Kiss me...
The pain's rushing through my frail body like a tidal wave.
A pained groan after the other pours over my dry lips.
My body writhes in pain and my nails dig in deep in the sheets on which I lie.
A demon has possessed my body and I can feel how he tears me apart piece by piece from the inside.
Bravely, I try to fight this spawn of hell, but my body has become weak and I give up my fight.
I can almost hear the mocking laughter that resounds in my head.
But it does not bother me anymore.
I want only one thing: that this miserable pain finally comes to an end that I find redemption and that someone frees me from this torment.
I send a silent prayer to heaven, but I don't even think that it will be heard.
Another wave of pain racing through my limbs and muscles, but only another muffled moan pours over my lips.
I will not show weakness.
Not today, not now, never!
Even if it is the devil himself that is in my body, I will not give in, will not be weak and if I am destined to die, then I will at least do it with dignity...
Slowly my eyes close.
I can't keep them open any longer.
My body is getting weaker and I feel how my life disappears from my body.
Soon it's time...
I cringe when something touches my hand gently and I try to open my eyes again, which I can only do with great difficulty.
I look in a pale face, which is part of an older woman.
She is dressed in black and a thin lace veil hanging over her eyes.
Only her dark red lips are the only thing that draws my attention and I slowly turn my head to her.
"Is it really you...?"
My voice is low, weak, barely audible, but she must have heard it because she smiles at me and puts her hand on my cheek and strokes me gently.
Only her touch is sufficient to release the peace in my heart.
"You called me and I came," I hear her soft voice whisper.
"Do you want redemption?"
Slowly I close my eyes and just a silent nod I give her in response to her question.
The demon in me begins to rage again.
Stronger this time, but I ignore him.
Slowly my eyes open once more, as she also puts her other hand on my other cheek and gently caressing me with her thumbs.
"Please..." I whisper softly.
"Please...give me redemption..."
My lips curl up into a smile as she bends her head down to me and now I see the pitch-black wings behind her back she spreads out proudly.
"Please...kiss me..."
The moment our lips meet, a feeling of utter peace rushes through me and slowly I close my eyes again.
Finally.
Finally I got what I wanted: redemption.
And Shachath gave it to me.
Because that's what she would do as soon as you called her.
Because that's why an angel of death was sent to earth...
The end