1 year ago...

He ran. The darkness swallowed him, covered his flesh, his bones. He took comfort in it, bathed in it. For a moment he felt cradled by the darkness, at home in it. It felt good. Then he remembered her. She was his home now. She was where he belonged. No! He didn't belong with her! He was a demon--a monster! She was an angel. They came from opposite sides of a never-ending war. It was a bloodbath and he swam in it. She fought the currents, she fought only to save a world that would never accept her. An angel.

He was of the darkness. She was of the light.

The wind stung his face, blew wickedly through his hair. His cheeks were wet but there was no rain. The dark of the night was his sanctuary and he took solace in its solitude. The roar of the motorcycle was the only sound within his asylum's walls. It was a comforting sound, the sound of power and freedom.

Except, this time there was no power, was no freedom.

He no longer belonged to the darkness, in the darkness. It used to be his home, his escape when the light came and threatened to destroy him. When the light came, he went home-- hid!--curled up away from the evanescent glow of that which preyed upon evil. Now the light was threatening to destroy him again. This time he could not flee into the darkness and take refuge in its chancel. The darkness was ashamed of him. He had turned his back on his teachings and performed the unthinkable--he had stepped into the light!

Oh woe was him! He had stepped into the light and surrendered to its will. However, it had accepted him as the day accepts the morning, and the night accepts the evening. As the morning and evening are neither of the day nor the night, neither was he of the darkness nor of the light. For mere moments he was admitted to the light so he may serve his purpose. He was like the morning and evening, each allowed its part in time's cycle only for the purpose of the rising and setting of the sun. Then each is dismissed, overrun by the enormity of the day and the night. He too was overrun, by the war between good and evil. He was a pawn, used to each side's furthest advantage, then tossed aside and forgotten.

But she wasn't like them. She had accepted him into the light, had fought along side him, all the while speaking of the good he could do.

Two glowing dots surfaced in the sea of black. Slowly they grew and grew, coming at him, toward him. They bore into his innermost thoughts, stealing his concentration. With a sound of the rushing wind, they were gone and he was left alone to his thoughts once more.

She was like him

She had once been of the light. She had felt its comfort and its security. But then he had come, his true unabashed self had pulled her from the light and given her a taste of the darkness. The light shunned her, leaving her only to her purpose. The light would never really dismiss her, for she was created only for the light and would always stay loyal to the light. She was made of the light. It would always take care of her, its child.

However, because of him, she had tasted the darkness and enjoyed its ravishing of her. She had taken pleasure in it. An angel with a demon. Forbidden! Therefore, the light had shunned her. Now she stood as he did. Both in the middle, neither of the light nor the darkness.

It was his fault.

A pain tore at his unbeating heart and more tears flooded his countenance. He would make it right! She would no longer suffer because of his selfishness, his mundane efforts to obtain that which was not his to have.

Her.

He loved her! God, he loved her!

He wanted her!

She did not deserve him.

He would make it right. He would go to the light and force them to give her what she deserved!

Even if it meant he would die.

TBC