I wonder...why didn't I die then? I've lead a sinful life; killed countless human beings in nothing more than blind rage. But she saw past all that and looked at the man she knew and loved...not the Demon I had become. When I saw those eyes, they reminded me of another and how she would look upon me whenever I felt my powers had caused pain.
I admit that I always hated myself as a child. From my youngest age, I had the power to do harm to anyone who crossed me. Even an accident could set it off; I was a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode. It was she who protected me then; the Angel sent by Poitreene to keep me from losing myself. With her gone...there was nothing left for me but to give into the power I'd hated.
150 years is a long time for a soul to sleep; their body taken by the Darkness, never aging and never feeling anything but hatred. Even though my awakening brought its share of problems, losing my past chief among them, it was Heaven compared to the Hell that being caused me to experience. That was...until everything came back to me at once.
Sometimes, I wish I never regained my memory...
No! Then we would not have had the courage to tell of our feelings for one another. Despite my sins, Poitreene sent me another Angel to give me hope. Heh...hope; the one thing I thought I'd lost besides my humanity. And as she spread her non-existent wings, she broke the Chains of Darkness that encircled me.
When someone I've met on my travels asks me if I believe in Guardian Angels...I tell them that I'll just have to introduce them to mine one day. My beloved Angel…