Falling Angels
By: Chimerablue5 (Cordatus Viperae)
At a time, when a world within the world is on the edge,
Angels come, calling battle cries to the wind,
Swords gleaming, steel flashing,
Solid and seen, yet not and unseen by mortal eyes,
The unspoken seeks his power.
Hidden amongst those,
Tainted with sin, yet pure as light,
Unknowing until the lock has been turned,
The final battle just over the horizon.
He shall lead, side by side,
With the one twice lived and the key of shadowed joy at hand,
The land awash with souls,
Both pure and sullied,
The end has come.
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"Uggh..." A groan resounded through the darkened chambers. In the shadows of the bedroom, the slight movement could be made. The soft rustles of fabric could be heard as they shifted, disturbed by their owner. The man groggily, and tiredly staggered to his feet, making his way to the bathroom.
With a murmured Lumos, light flooded the ornately designed bathroom. Squinting against the sudden light that barraged his eyes, he blearily made his way towards the shower.
A few more slurred words muttered once undressed and inside, he rested his hands on the shower wall in front of him as he let the warm water cascade around him. Wincing a few times as his hands went over newly made cuts and bruises over his body, he scrubbed furiously at his skin, trying to scrape the dirt and flashes of memories that seemed to cling to his very skin.
Stepping out of the shower, hair swinging wetly and skin rubbed to the point of being pink, he walked over to the sink grabbing his robe off of a towel rack. Resting his hands on the side of the porcelain white surface, he looked tiredly up at the mirror above the sink.
Unlike many of the mirrors in Hogwarts, this one was not a magical one, but merely a muggle one. He couldn't stand the incessant comments that the mirror seemed to make as he looked into the mirror. Looking at the person reflected in the glass, black obsidian eyes stared back at the man known as Severus Snape. Damnation and curses apparent in his eyes as he beheld the person that he had become.