The Angels Sweet Demise
Raphael looked with innocent eyes at his other half, Michael, lying at the feet of the only person he truly trusted. His wings covered in blood and his crimson eyes weeping.
The cloaked man bent over Michael and yanked at his long ebony locks.
"You will see what God thinks of your sweet worship." He spat at the angels in disgust. "You will die in the flames you were born from, you pathetic imp."
"Stop it I don't care what you say! I love him more than you will ever know!" Raphael wrapped his elfin hands around the man's thick neck, attempting to kill not only the man before him but also his ideas of God's wrath.
Sight beginning to fail him, Michael reached his hand towards the murder happening before him. Then blackness crept in to his vision.
The tone of wind filled his ears like water around a shore. 'I must be falling from Heaven…Yes, that's it...' brightness filled his eyes with the harsh memories from the night before lashing inside his mind and finally inside his body. Racking pain shot through his limbs and into his wings. Then, millions of tiny, microscopic razorblades piercing his entire body, every cell screaming in unadulterated agony running from his chest and finally into the tips of his fingers and toes. All around him silence. Yet the only part that truly terrified him was the lack of sound from his torso. No heartbeat whatsoever .
He tried desperately to scream out in terror but only a racking cough managed it's way from his desiccated throbbing throat.
"Hush, do not breathe or speak, they'll find us." A voice just above him echoed as if within a cathedral.
The light airy feeling from before suddenly knocked down on his body the reality of gravity and the two small hands around his body. His vision not only cleared but also sharpened. The cathedral was much larger than he could remember and much darker, mold and burns marring the inside. He turned his head left and bumped it on the bench they were under. Shards of glass were everywhere, like colored sweets scattering a candy shop.
A loud banging sounded outside of the large doors not thirty feet away.
"You are an abomination, Raph and Micha, you were born to die!" Gunshots resonated faintly through the bulky entrance.
Michael squeezed his hands around the chalky white ones wrapped around his upper body.
"Raphael…" the whisper escaped his lips and a small hand covered them. ' Sorry no spoken words for now.' Raphael's delicate tenor voice sounded in his mind.
He was pulled to his feet ever so carefully, turned, and was facing not his charming affection, but by another he once knew. 'Cassiel! But how?!' His eyes began to shed tears, the brunette stood before him.
Cassiel closed his green eyes and bowed his head, letting his wings elongate behind him. Shadowy grey with tints of black patched the colors of his once white wings.
Michael gripped his shoulders in his hands, his eyes wide, teeth clenched in horror and alarm. "Cassiel…".
Cassiel raised his head and his face was hardened.
"Everything you know is a lie."