This story is dedicated to people who love to live but forget once and awhile, I know I do
And thanks to everyone for inspiring me to write this story, I hope its better then my other ones
Also, this song inspired me, (I know I'm such a geek but you gotta listen to this song!)
On the way down, by Ryan Cabrera
Sick and tired of this life... that's what Rath thought. He knew he caused nothing but pain. Why was it that, no matter how he tried to hide it, a part of him would always be a demon, a monster. To teach a Yokai to love was to teach it immeasurable pain. Now, in Rath's debt to love, his one and only would leave for the one he despised. Why was God so cruel? Sitting in his bedroom, Rath was now covered with deep shadows running down his pale face as the night twinkled, her evening gown sparkling with stars. Even the stars pitied Rath now... As the clouds above in the endless sky spread out, a single moon beam graced Rath's face. Slowly, tears of blood flowed down his face, leaving behind wet, red, tracks. An angel with black wings, that's what he was. An angel who hated this life; one who dreamt of things beyond his reach. Slowly the old door to his room creaked open. Gallantly gliding across the plush carpet Cesia's silky nightgown traced her graceful curves. Carefully collecting Rath in her arms she pulled him to the soft bed and wiped away the stream-like tears. Holding each other in their arms they prayed for one last night together, one last chance to admit their love for each other. Together as one, they finally fell asleep, but little did they know that God would grant them their one last wish.
It was dark and lifeless around the two demons, but in their minds they shared a bond together, a bond with the ability to share things. As the clocked ticked midnight a ball was being held inside their minds. Dozing calming intertwined as one, their spirits flew to another place far, far away. Snapping awake Cesia sat up straight and surprised she looked around her. Somehow she was in a huge ball room, with marble floors. The room itself was grand and vast, a crystal chandelier and pearl white tiles along the floor. Glancing down she noticed that she was wearing a casual white mask of some sort with a matching crimson red ball gown. Feeling her head, her long hair was curled and put up into a tight bun with brown curls twirling down to frame her fine face. Glancing across the floor she noticed that suddenly hundreds of people have appeared, all dressed up and wearing masks. They were all dancing close together quite nicely, a swoop here a twirl there, it was so graceful. Suddenly she felt a warm presence next to her, glancing up she gasped, was that... yes! It was... oh dear lord... he was so... it was Rath.