TWO

Fallen
w. Rielin

― A blind angel falls in love with the most fearful devil ―


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LUST

"Are you not feeling well, my dear Aisha?" the pitiful mother spoke with shaken voice, as she feared of her blind daughter would dash away once again. With her gentle fingertips, she stroke down the silky violet strands of the angel.

"I am fine, mother," she replied, for that was a sin for lying. Such a displeasure, such a forbidden act by an angel that is supposed to represent innocence and purity. Much to her displeasure, she was feeling abnormal. She felt such a strange sensation within her soul. She was put in misery as she craved for a warm touch from the 'fallen angel' she met couple days ago. Such a corrupted thought, such a corrupted act, yet she could not stop thinking about him. His existence constantly lingered in her mind, never to be erased.

The blind angel stood up and slowly walked over to the coldness, the warm embrace of her mother disappearing into the thin air. The mother simply thought her daughter needed time on her own, to reflect about whatever is causing her trouble. However that was not the case of the blind angel. She needed to see him, to satisfy whatever the sensation she was feeling. As the pleasant embrace of her mother completely diminished from under her skin, she carefully crawled on the floor, waiting for the prickly thorns she felt the other day.

"Ouch…!" she yelped as her fragile fingers grabbed onto rosey thorns. She felt jabbed pain in every corner of her fingers and the stench of blood soon diffused into her nostrils. She stood up and with cautious movement, she stepped forward. It was painful, indeed, yet she was smiling. She did not care about the bloody feet that stabbed into her skin, for all she cared about― was to hear his voice, to feel his gentle touch. She gently placed the palm of her hand in front of her, feeling a rather dusty, ancient gate. The gate that was surrounded by such beautiful, yet dangerous roses. The gate to him.

Should I enter... ? She thought as she hesitated. Yet, the thought of experiencing through the agony of thorns stabbing into her skin to accomplish nothing, that did not sound so wiseful. She forced the gate open, the crisp air welcoming her in.

She simply thought it was a gate that separated the heaven and the place for fallen angels. She did not know then. If she did, she might have stopped then. It is too late now. For she have entered hell for the second time.

"I thought I told you, you don't belong here," the husky voice spoke. It was the voice that haunted her dreams, it was the voice she deeply craved for days. It was him. Was he waiting for her in front of the gate? She does not know. She did not need to know. Because he was in front of her and that is all she cared about. She met the fallen angel.

At that moment, sudden lust and greed overtook the devil as he smiled, displaying his demonic fangs. He roughly grabbed her wrist and pulled her in, embracing her within his arms. The gate that connects the heaven and hell closed with a loud thud. The warmful sensation of her skin, the violet scent lingering from her luscious strands, the petite body that seemed ever so small in his arms― it was what he craved for. His heart started to pound rapidly as he felt her shallow breaths on his neck. He felt more and more excitement, yet he had to control himself. She was too pure, she was too innocent, to be stained from his bloody fingers. He have murdered thousands, he have cursed millions, yet he could not do that to her. He could not tell her. Because he have fallen for her.

She felt the sensation of his hands gripping onto her wrist and pull her in, however, although it was forceful, it did not hurt. He was gentle with her. Then she plowed her face into something hard, something that was warm. Until she felt his arms embracing her body into his chest. He was hugging her. She felt her cheeks starting to flush, she was embarrassed, she was nervous. But she did not hate it, in fact, she wished the time never ended. His embrace was warm and gentle, yet it felt different from her mother's embrace. While her mother's embrace was filled with such pure love and gentle touches… his embrace was rather poisonous. Yet it was addicting.

Slowly, the devil released her, his warm embrace disappearing. The angel wondered what kind of expression he had on his face, however, at this moment― her blindness would be considered a gift. Because the devil's expression did not even resemble the most fearful devil of hell, but only a mere soul in love. If she have seen such face, perhaps she would forever be stained by his being and will be unable to return back to heaven.

The blind angel placed her hand in the thin air, her fingers lost in the void. Until she felt a soft and warm sensation on her wrist and her fingertips. The devil gently pulled her wrist so that her fingers can feel his face. Even without words, even without sight, he understood her. She ran her fingers from the corners of his jawline to the carvings of his nose bridge. His long eyelashes tickled her fingers as she softly brushed her skin against his. She imagined how he would look like, from his high nose bridge, sharp jawline, long eyelashes, his soft skin― she visualized his appearance in her mind. The mind that was pitch-black, filled with nothing but void― light was slowly appearing.

Fallen angel.

She let out a gasp as she revolted, pulling her fingers closer to her body. She cannot further continue this. The angel cannot fall in love with a fallen angel; because he is a sin, and falling in love with him is a sin as well.

"What's wrong," his voice softly spoke, the voice that she cannot forget, the voice that is too addicting.

Yet he was the devil. It did not matter if he committed sin, he can do whatever he pleases. However, he knew that he too, should not further continue such relationship with an angel. The blind angel was too pure, she was too innocent. She have never seen the demonic side of the world, she have never seen him. His beastly fangs, his devilish horns, his wicked wings that ripped out from his back. He have dirtied his hands with countless amounts of blood to even touch her holy self.

"I― I have to go," the angel hesitantly said.

The demon felt wrath building inside of him as he frowned with irritation. He scrunched his teeth, revealing his sharp fangs. His demonic wings raised up in the air. Why did she wanted to leave him? For sure, she have fallen in love as well. She walked into the gate of hell so she could see him. Yet why― does she want to―,

The hell are you doing, Elsword, the devil thought to himself. The anger slowly diminished as sighed. He covered his fangs and the wings slowly fell back down upon the ground. He fell in love with her innocence― he must not ruin such purity.

Without a word, he embraced the petite female within his arms once again and swinged his cloak, leading her back to the gate that connects heaven and hell. He released her from his arms as he stepped back, waiting for her to leave. The devil knew, that this would be the last time he would see her. Yet how he wished, he could see her countless more times. If only he was an angel, if only he was pure, he could be next to her.

The angel hesitated in front of the gate. She felt a cozy, soft sensation gently wrapping herself from her back, trying to return her into the heaven― where she belongs. Yet she felt guilt, she felt as if she have committed a sin to Elsword. She is the one who walked into hell to see him, yet she is the one who will be walking out of the hell to avoid him. Even though she could not see his expression, she felt aura of despair, disappointment lingering from him.

Just don't get caught.

She let out a gasp. Was that the devil inside of her own being? The demonic side of the world was not in front of her, but inside of her. She fidgeted her fingers, and the devil in front of her quickly caught on.

"Are you okay?" he whispered. Why did he have to talk at this moment? Why does he have such a husky, yet such a sweet voice? She wanted him to speak more, she wanted him to speak only to her. If she cannot see, she can hear. If she cannot see, she can touch. She stepped forward and placed her hand on top of his face, gently stroking his soft skin.

"I will come back, please wait for me," she whispered as she leaned over, matching her lips against his. And with that, she opened the gate and returned back to heaven, her fingers stained with sin.

Lust have overtaken her, she wants him.

The devil stood, his lips gaped as his fangs peeked from the gap. His ears were flushing a pink hue as his gaze was fixed on the closed door before him. For sure, he thought she was such an innocent angel, yet she is the one who took the first step to close the distance in between them. He let out a lonely chuckle. How he wished the gate would open already, for he already missed her.

Lust have overtaken him, he wants her.


author note:

hi hello this chapter is very ;)))))
but you know this is rated T gotta keep it pg so it's all up to your imagination ;)))))

Anyway... I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I tried to add some cute moments even though this is their second time meeting each other haha
Next chapter is very short so I apologize beforehand!