Prologue: Remedy of Revelation
"I'm sorry." whispered the young creature, his tone hollow. "I'm so sorry."
Head bowed against his chest, the lamenting entity crossed his arms over himself, latching onto his shoulders in dire need. This is what desperation felt like, the mark of a beast that formed trenches in hapless souls, preying on the divine right to consume those in its path. In its vengeful wrath, fear took residence in the male's heart, chewing on his vital organ with the ferocity of an abandoned god. This was it. Everything was over now. Because of his dishonesty, his lying nature, the inability to convey the truth, a beautiful relationship was forced to perish.
/My fault, this is all my fault! / He whimpered despairingly, regret and remorse punishing him worse than any enraged creator could. /I'm to blame now. Because of me, he's alone, traipsing through the corridors of forbidden wastelands, about to fall victim to the deceit I brought to his existence…/
Shamelessly, a crystal drop slipped over his features, reflecting silver highlights in the glow of the moon. In a single brilliant instant, his wings flared towards the heavens, scraping the rocks with their metallic texture. The familiar ring of his extensions echoed throughout the barren landscape, shining in cold majesty above the form of the weeping child. His accessories, razor sharp at their tips, painfully drove themselves into his body. He paid no heed to the impact this had on his physical structure, for his recklessness had overruled his judgment. Finally, with such a destructive view trampling his usual common sense, the archangel exchanged logic for chaos.
/Forgive me, Father, / rasped the fallen adolescent, his voice breaking under the constraints of his crimes. /for I have sinned. Fate is cruel, destiny is bitter, and love--/ Drawing the cyborg-like machinery close to his frame, he positioned the lethal points at his own neck. In a moment of heartache and grief, such great sadness without any hope of redemption, he raised his sapphire eyes towards the angry skies, spilling out his heart for anyone willing to listen to him. Not that they would, anyways. Not after what he had done-- /Love is non-existent. / spat the boy bitterly. /If it did prove to be real, then all would be forgiven. I would be forgiven. /
The demon within himself, the dark, soulless being of his demise, screamed that there was no need for him to be saved. There was no salvation for thieves like him, a robber of such intimate encounters, a petty thug who deserved whatever sentence he bestowed upon himself.
Silky brunet tresses, welcoming the wind of death, swayed in the maelstrom of self-created hatred. They were absolutely stunning, with such incredible volume and texture that mortal females coveted his locks. Yes, how gorgeous he was, how remarkably magnificent to the eye this winged creature was to behold. Ironically, he would retain his splendor long after his spirit left his body, making him as lovely to see in life as in fatality. Sad to see, so enormously, pitifully miserable, when angels deserve to die…
/I love you, my one and only. / He whispered amorously, with such emotion and intensity that he barely felt the blades of his wings rip through his frail exterior. /I will always love you. I am not worthy of your affection in this lifetime, but maybe…maybe I can be in my next one. I'll wait for you, dear spirits, I'll always be waiting for you…I promise. /
Proclaiming this ultimate vow of complete and total devotion, the archangel, who was once God's most beloved child of the light condemned himself to reside in a dimension without the radiance of his architect.
