THREE
Fallen
w. Rielin
― A blind angel falls in love with the most fearful devil ―
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GREED
The lonesome devil wandered around the abyss of hell, the blazing sparks of fire lighting his darkened path. Days have passed since the angel's last visit and the worried feelings of the devil's did not easily fade away. He was constantly thinking about her; did something happen to her, what is preventing her from coming back, has she grown dull of him? Yet her last words still lingered within his ears― "I will come back, please wait for me,". He dearly held onto those words throughout the day, never wanting to forget her soft promise.
If only he can visit the place called heaven. He would often imagine the appearance of heaven; intricate pillars of white holding a giant palace together. Inside, the holy light would shine through the fluffy clouds, bathing the wings of the angels with warmth. Angels―
Angel's wings.
There it was, in front of the devil. The symbolism of purity for angels. Although it was tainted by sins, it still held onto its dear look. The feathers gently shook as the tender shoulder of the angel was crying with fear. A fallen angel.
The devil slowly approached the fallen angel that was recently thrown into the abyss of hell. He wondered, what kind of sin has he performed to be heartlessly thrown upon such vast field surrounded by darkened souls. The fallen angel shivered at the sight of the most fearful devil standing in front of him, his expression cold as ever. The devil simply did not care about the feared fallen angel's existence, thus he was ready to take his leave when he realized the feathers' movements. With the angel's jerky movements, the feathers slowly drifted to and fro. The movement somewhat seemed to be mocking the devil as his facial expression seemed more irritated.
Such pretty wings, how depressing it would be if it was gone…
Demonic thoughts started to overtake the devil's moral soul; his old habits of destroying one's soul slowly creeping upon him once again. The devil revealed his sharp fangs, his keen talons appearing under his skin, and the devilish wings that sprouted from his back slowly opened, creating a harsh wind to swirl around. The fallen angel let out a squeak, even more afraid as the devil showed his true appearance.
Within a mere second, a desperate plea filled with unavoidable agony echoed throughout the ravaged area, only to be absorbed by the void. The stenched blood creeped along the cracks of the scorching earth and the feathers that no longer glowed with innocence was heartlessly thrown into the ignited lava.
The devil looked down at his hands, it was stained by innocent blood once again due to sudden greed that overtook his soul. The sight of seeing another angel that wasn't Aisha within his territory angered him, because of his controllable greed. He let out a sigh, for he thought he would be able to slowly change and prove his innocence, and perhaps… he could become an angel. What an ignorant thought. A devil will always be the devil, and his disturbed sins can never be purified.
With his shoulders slumped, the depressed devil made his way toward the gate as if it was a habit. His gaze was fixed on the ignited ground before him as his fingers lazily swung across the air. The other devils and fallen angels stared at him in surprise, as they never saw 'the most feared devil' in such a vulnerable position. His head was always held high, his gaze sharp and cold, and his demonic wings were fully spreaded into the thin air.
Nonetheless, the devil's usual blackened aura was nowhere to be found. The thought of ripping the angelic wings out of the innocent's flesh constantly haunted his mind, creating nightmare within reality. Prior to meeting Aisha, he never bothered to think about other's pain and despair. Yet Aisha made him feel unfamiliar, yet warmful and experience morality. Soon enough, the devil reached the gate. Lazily, he slumped down and rested his back on the cold surface of the gate as he let out another sigh.
How long have time has passed? Time was a mere illusion created by mortal beings that cannot be trusted, as the devil did not believe in such concept, yet he could not help but feel constant emptiness and loneliness. His eyelids slowly covered and hid the bloody crimson orbs of his as the devil was about to fall asleep. However, it quickly revealed itself as the gate creaked open. The devil stood up, excitement shining in his eyes at the thought of the angel visiting.
Aisha, the blind angel opened up the gate once again to see the devil of her life.
"El- elsword?" she carefully spoke out, her high-pitched voice echoing into the abyss of hell. She wasn't sure whether the devil was in front of the gate or not.
"I'm here, Aisha," the demon-like town was nowhere to be found within his voice. It was rather filled with softness and care as he welcomed the the blind angel.
A petite smile was painted across Aisha's lips as she gently walked toward the source of the voice. Although her violet eyes were dull and empty, all of the negative thoughts that haunted the devil's mind disappeared as soon as he saw those holy lavender. He slowly reached out to her and carefully embraced her petite body, the feeling of warmth and coziness surrounding his body- a feeling that was unfamiliar yet a feeling he did not despise.
author note:
hellooo as stated in previous chapter, chapter three is very short :c so sorry!
idk how long the next chapter is cause i've written like 2 sentences hahahha
but yeah! Hope you guys enjoyed ~ c:
