I believed I promised a couple people more pain, yes? So here it is!*cackles*
As she fell, she thought about angels.
Specifically, pink-haired ones.
No, angels only had white hair. She was going to be an angel, after all. She should know.
And Meredy was certainly not an angel. But now she was, running across the room to kneel by her side, screaming. Angel felt a luminescent drop fall onto her angel wings. The ones on her neck.
Angel was the angel. Angels were dead. She had been summoning dead people. Had she killed them? Is that why they tried to kill her? What a strange thought.
Maybe she wouldn't get to be an angel. She had killed a lot of people. And nearly killed a lot more. Could one year and one sacrifice make up for that? One sacrifice. It sounded like such a little thing. But there was a lot more then one thing, if the hundreds of coins scattered on the ground, vanishing into the light she was vanishing into too, were any indication.
Meredy was crying. Meredy wasn't supposed to cry. Meredy was always cheerful.
Angel was making her cry. Did angels make their adopted little sisters cry?
She wanted to tell Meredy she was sorry. But there was nothing she could say. She wasn't sure she was even breathing anymore.
And was there anything to say? She said she wouldn't leave. She promised. Angels were perfect. They didn't break promises. But maybe angels made mistakes too. Maybe she could still be an angel.
The coins had all faded.
She would be an angel, fading into the sky.
She wanted to live.
That was no longer an option.
Meredy was crying.
She didn't want to be an angel anymore.