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Fallen
w. Rielin
― A blind angel falls in love with the most fearful devil ―
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ENVY
The gentle breeze brushed through his embered strokes as the gleam of sunlight warmed his body. He let out a soft yawn as he winced at the sudden bright light that slowly opened his eyes up.
Wait, bright lights?
There were no bright lights in hell. Confused, he glanced around, only to realize that his surroundings looked completely different. There was no steaming lava flowing down the cracks of the reddened stoned floor. There was no hint of screeching cries that echoed throughout the vacant place of hell.
This isn't hell.
To be exact, it was the opposite of hell. In fact, the warm sensation of this luminescent surrounding gave off the image of what heaven would look like, judging from the words spoken by Aisha.
Gentle, yet a cool breeze that brushed his rough skin, yet that cool sensation was warmed by the coziness the bright sunlight gave off. The fluffy clouds bordered around the crystal temple that was protected by radiating stars. He heard footsteps.
"Elsword!" from afar, a violet-haired female was running toward him.
"Wait, Aisha… you're gonna fall!" he yelled out, worried about the blind, innocent angel would fall if she dashed over to him at such a quick speed.
"What do you mean?" she asked guilelessly as she landed herself into the embrace of her lover. She wrapped around her dainty arms around his waist and tilted her head in confusion.
Her eyes.
Her amethyst orbs that were usually clouded by voidness were glistening, radiating off the sparkle of the stars surrounding the temple.
"You can see…?" he asked in disbelief.
"Of course I can!" she exclaimed, a pure smile painting across her face. It seemed like she had no clue, in fact it seemed like she was never blind in the first place.
He let out a puff of laughter in dismay, but the feelings of happiness overwhelmed his confusion.
I can see her and she can see me.
That's all he wished for for the longest time.
"Elsword," she whispered his name as she gently brushed his bangs that were treeing over her. She was resting her head on top of his lap as he was gazing into the sun setting from afar, hiding its lights within the clouds. He glanced down to let her know that he was listening.
"What do you think hell looks like?" she asked.
Such an innocent question.
Wait.
Something was off. Why was she asking him― Elsword― the most fearful devil of hell, such a question?
"What…?" he asked in disbelief.
Then he raised his hands to touch the top of his head.
It wasn't there― his edged horns.
He then placed his fingers on his teeth.
It wasn't there― his sharp fangs.
He then glanced behind his back.
It wasn't there― his devilish wings.
Instead, the blackened eyes stained by blood of many sinful beings were replaced by white, purified wings of angels. He was an angel― an angel that has never set his foot into the deepest realms of the demonic place called hell.
"Elsword? What's wrong?" Aisha sat up, gently placing her fragile fingers on his cheek. She caressed his cheeks as she wiped droplets of his tears away.
Why am I crying? He thought.
Suddenly the glistening light within Aisha's violet eyes became dull― almost pitch black as drops of blood rolled down from the corners of her eyes. She let out a diabolical smile and revealed razor-sharp fangs stained with blood. The dainty fingers suddenly became rough as her blackened claws digged into his skin.
"What's wrong, Elsword?" she asked, her soft voice was nowhere to be found.
She became a demon.
"Ha…!" he let out a gasp as he sat up. There was a chilling goosebump running down his spine as his pores were letting out a cold sweat. His heart was pumping in such an accelerated speed to the point where his chest was hurting.
A nightmare.
He teared up. With his devilish hands, he stained the innocent angel and lured her into the deepest realms of this scorching place. She lost her purity― because of him, it was all his fault.
He cried. He suddenly felt immense guilt and regret over the things he did in the past. The way he slashed the neck of the fallen angels and demons within hell just because of boredom. The way he gazed down upon other sinful beings within this place just because he felt superiority over them. He felt like a living sin.
He felt like he didn't deserve her.
Then the sight of angel wings from afar caught his eye. He walked over, wiping away his tears. The wings did not give off its innocent glow. It had already lost its purity― it belonged to a fallen angel's wings which he had ripped off a long time ago. He felt immense remorse overwhelming his broken heart as even more tears rolled down his cheeks.
He wanted to change. He hated being the devil now. He actually wanted to be good.
If only I was an angel, I could live happily with her.
Just like the dream. He didn't even think about making her the devil― he wanted to change. For her. To be with her.
He wiped his tears once again, getting rid of remorse within his ambered eyes. The despair was quickly replaced by ambition, his orbs giving off a blazing look.
Without hesitation, the devil ripped off his horns, he teared down his wings. With a painful grunt, he de-clawed his sharp nails. He tore down his devilish fangs. There was blood everywhere, landing on top of the scorching lava as it let out painful steam.
He was in pain, but that did not matter. This pain could not even come close to the pain he has caused to others. Looking down at the fallen angel wings that have now been stained by his blood, he once felt inferior. The proud and most fearful devil of the hell now felt like― nothing. For once, he felt envy. He was jealous of this fallen angel; even though he was an angel that had committed a sin so great to the point where he was exiled into this abyss, he was once― an angel.
"Elsword…?" he heard her voice. She was standing in front of the gate, looking around as she searched for his lover.
"Aisha…," he let out an exhausted sigh of relief. He felt so glad to see her, yet at the same time, he didn't want her to see him in such a condition. Yet it was too late. She was already walking toward him, waving her arms in front of her.
He let out a sigh.
He walked closer toward her, so she could find him on her own. Then her hands landed on top of his bloody chest.
"El...sword? What is this?" she asked as she felt a warmful sensation on the palm of her hands. Then she winced as she felt a strong smell of blood on the tip of her nose.
"Is this… blood, Elsword?" she asked in shock. She ran her fingers down his arms, the sensation and the smell of blood overwhelming every working sense of hers.
"Are you okay?!" she asked in dismay. She didn't even ask where he got such wounds from. She was only concerned about his condition.
"Aisha…," his voice came out as a soft, weak whisper― for he was too weak to speak any more loudly.
"I don't want to be a devil," he sighed as he rested his shaking body onto hers. She quickly caught his fragile being and wrapped her arms around him.
"I want to be with you…," he put his head down on top of her shoulder, letting out shallow breaths into her soft skin.
Then the sight of the blood-stained angel wings caught his saddened eyes once again. He tumbled down, forcing the angel wings on his back. The wound that was created from ripping off his demonic wings was spitting out even more blood due to the force. Yet the blind angel couldn't catch what he was doing. She could only hear the sound of blood spurting out of his body. Even though she was confused, even though she was clueless, she just had a strong urge to stop him― for it felt like he was harming himself even more.
"Elsword, stop!" she yelled out, falling down onto the scorching earth of hell. She crawled to the sound of blood, quickly finding the depressed and fragile demon.
She wrapped her arms around his frail body once again. She didn't care about how much blood she was being stained with, she only cared about him.
"I don't care if you're an angel or not. I don't care if you're a devil or not," he softly spoke into his ear. "I come visit you everyday because you're Elsword. I love you, because you're Elsword,"
And with those words, the devil let out a weak sigh. He caressed her cheeks and softly brushed her lips with his.
A blind angel stained by the blood of sins and a selfish demon wanting to be purified shared a sorrowful kiss next to the gate that separated them.
author's note:
After finishing up 365 Degrees, the spark of joy from writing fanfiction suddenly craved up and now here I am, writing Fallen LOL.
I'm pretty sure you guys caught on, but each chapter represents one of the sins from seven deadly sins.
So the next chapter will be the final "sin" that they will commit! So this story is ALSO coming to an end :(
I honestly just want to finish all the on-going ones for now so I can "hopefully" write new ones hehe.
But anyways, thanks for reading!
