Life above clouds
It's over now
Tried to leave all that behind me
She had been wandering aimlessly for days now, and she was fully healed. Her three pairs of wings were folded to form only one pair. Her red hair was back to normal somehow, hiding her right eye and softly resting on her shoulders like nothing happened.
She had been thinking. A lot. About the anger and rage that boiled in her blood. About the grief that was crushing her heart. About the black trench-coat that was now tied around her waist. About the dark feathers covered in dried blood that were now tied around her left wrist.
It was obvious, yet she refused to admit it.
Dead.
Because he wouldn't have left her alone and because the evidence was just before her eyes. Yet, she refused to admit it.
Maybe because it hurt too much. Maybe because she still believed in miracles. Maybe she just couldn't bring herself to accept it.
So instead of facing a painful future, she lost herself in the past, replaying the same conversation over and over again. The very last conversation they had. The very last conversation they will ever have.
"What's with the look, Twinky ?"
Exasperated sigh from Twinky.
"Stop calling me that, it's annoying."
"That's the all point. So, what's wrong ?"
Sitting in a room barely lit up by a candle, two demons were talking. One is not to be tricked by his young appearance or her thin frame though, they were incredibly powerful beings.
Siblings since the beginning of time, they were now known as the Twin Generals-even though they weren't twins and that only the youngest was a Demon General, the eldest only being his First Lieutenant-.
"Nothing's wrong. Why would something be wrong ?"
"Because you're giving me that look."
"That look ?"
He raised a brow at her, but was internally sighing in defeat.
"The 'I-really-hope-she-won't-notice-something's-wrong-even-though-she-always-notices-everything' look."
"Quite the mouthful, huh ?"
"Wipe that shit-eating grin from your pretty face and tell me what's bothering you."
Mother hen mode has been successfully activated, he thought. Seeing the serious gaze of his sister, he gave up.
"Okay, okay… I just have a bad feeling."
"Bad feeling ?"
"Yeah… This Hero is troublesome. We barely know anything about her so I'm just… kinda worried."
"Worried, huh ? Because you think something bad's gonna happen ?"
"It sounds dumb when you say it."
"Why ?"
She leaned in, resting her elbows on her knees. Clearly seeing where the conversation was going, he looked away. A soft smile appeared on her lips.
"Why is it dumb when I say it ?"
"You're embarrassing me, Sam…"
"You know I won't let it go until you've answered."
He kept avoiding her gaze, his purple eyes reflecting the candle's light. She patiently waited, and he knew that, despite her silence, she could see right into his soul.
"Because you're so damn powerful it's ridiculous to even think that you could lose."
A small laughter escaped her lips and she saw his red cheeks even in the darkness of the room.
"Stop embarrassing me !"
"I'm not embarrassing you."
"Yes you are !"
Calming her laughter, her usual soft smile found its way back on her face.
"Sorry then. But you know, there's no need to worry. We went though harder than a hopeful human, right ? It'll be fine."
"I know that ! I'm not scared."
"Of course you're not."
She stood up, wings folded in her back, and opened the door, lighting up the entire room. She stopped a few seconds.
"And I'm not a mother hen."
"Uh, I- wait, what ?!"
The door shut loudly and his voice echoed in the now empty room.
"How in Hell did she know that ?!"
She fell on her knees and hugged herself as tears streamed down her face. Despair, grief, sorrow it all came crashing down on her at once.
Now she understood, she finally accepted her fate. She was going to be alone. They were never going to see each other again.
A terrifying scream was heard that day. A scream that carried all the pain, all the sadness and all the desperation she felt.
Her voice broke, she stayed there, sobbing and crying, muttering apologies again and again.
"i'm sorry, was my fault… sorry… sorry…"
Thunder echoed in the clouds and lightning ripped the sky. It wasn't mocking her now. It wasn't making fun of her misery anymore.
"i'm sorry…"
Countless water drops began falling from grey clouds, washing away the blood on her skin and in her feathers.
i'm sorry…
Maybe it was a coincidence, but…
i'm so sorry Lucifer…
… at that moment, the Sky itself, along with the Angel of Death, seemed to cry for the lost Son of the Dawn.
Thank you for reading ! I hope you like this second chapter, feel free to leave a review I promise I don't bite ;) There's a lot of flashback during the first chapters, I hope it's not too confusing.
Until next time, take care guys and see you next week !
