Chapter III. The colision: Past Vs. Present

Part I. Her past

Demon of my lamentation

You, who turns
The ocean into color zinc,
Forest into yellow desert,
Wind into gunpowder
Scorching the blue sky;
Bright celestial being,
Demon of the winged species ...
Pierce my heart with your dagger
Sending me on the Stix ,
My sins to atone for :
Defiance of heavenly laws
And crush the worldly beings.

Exalted creature of light
What darkness swallow,
Away from civilization
Expanding your great wings,
Leaving behind a cloud of dust,
Covering traces of our existence ...
Death and consumed,
Revive my body and feeling
Only to die again
In anticipation of uninterrupted
To achieve your icy touch.

Before him there was nothing ... after him, again nothing ... Now it's quiet, maybe to quiet.

It's raining slowly, with large drops of blood, holy blood nevertheless ... In a devastated world full of lies, where evil penetrates, and humans lost there way, pale under immense weight of the sins committed. I refused breatheing air polluted by beings called "humans" with deadly intent, defileing the ground with sacred blood. I committed a crime ... then another one and another, until I could not stop ... and everything for ... For what? I'm sick of me, of the rotting flesh on my bones, of the heart that strikes despicable against my chest ... I'm sick of my own being, hating the road that I followed, the dirty desire that knocks off my mind. The ground decay in which we were created is too sacred compared to unholy stain which I myself have caused it. I dared what no one ever did ... I left my place in the sky, throwing my body to the empty shortfall, embracing the sin, the unfaithful form of foul, seduced by the infinite and hatred, in a heavenly way. I left everything for a moment of pleasure, one hour of oblivion, which I called a blessing. I sacrificed the purity of my soul, ... crystal tears now flowing in vain, for traces of regret are useless, as the compulsion aroses. I disowned the family, Father Creator, I cursed my roots, forgetting why I finally came along. And now ... Why is there left for me? A pointless revenge that my blood will not recover. I was lost in a shadowy world of concrete. I got separated from my body in the hope that I will escape. In van was the hurt and regret, illusion and groaning ... All is lost now.

In those terrible moments of madness, when the sky from the land separated, and the Creator the new Law wrote, a cynical smile from the clouds appear and my mind was wrapped in fog. Empty promises lined those sinful lips without me to suspect foul intention hiding. At first a flake fell, as then all to follow, and the mind already poisoned meaning could not find, or may not want to understand, that reason which pushed me in the dark. There were two burning red eyes adorned by black long lashes, guarded by a pair of arched beautiful eyebrows. The face seemed gentle, humble, with beautifully shaped lips, dimples drawing rosey like cheeks and curly pitch black hair waveing on the gentle face, easily slipped. The body seemd weak and tired, as after a long war, his chest was streaked with signs and his arms and back were as if thorns scratched it. I fomented his superficial injuries, helping him get his wish to live, but ... his mind was hiding something that I could not understand. In fact even now I can not understand how an angel face can carve thousands of chests only to shatter their hearts with his own hand. So much violence ... I never thought, that that fallen angel, in waves of blood will appease his anger. This was my first sin, the first time I lied to my father and stealthily, without breathing a word, the demon in my arms I received. I was near him when everything started and the sky was covered in redness. The air, seas and earth were screaming in fear and the heavenly stars fled with horror. The war had started and he will be my sword, pushing me on a narrow road without return. I had no choice, or at least he said so ... I had to do it ... to fight, if I wanted to defend what I loved more. I ran with him in my arms, frightened by what I saw: bodies torn to pieces from which demons were feding, white-black wings that were struggling in the air, screams and roars of battle deafening my ear. The beautiful crystal city in the claws of wild falls and our world breaks into pieces. Blood was flowing everywhere, the buildings felling into ruin, bodies without repose from the mud whopping blasphemy. I was terrified, but his voice kept shouting, urging me to watch onwards and find the target through the gunpowder. For just so I could stop the ordeal, paying a lower price to save the thousands of souls crying without knowing where to run. I had to bend him with my own hands, he who had ordered, throwning the world in chaos. why? ... only out of vanity. Sephiros, the great kingdoms adviser commanded all rebel souls be banished forever, marking their sins worldwide. But they resisted, cameing out of prison, with blood paying their rebellion... Nobody opposed the great bodyless being. He was ruthless with those who were querulous and disobeing. Dangerous advancing armies were flooding the Valley of Tears with blood. Field full of swords, carcasses thrown, bodies without heads and split shalls reign on the steep rocks. But where was he who ordered? Desperately trying to find the eyes, ears ringing searcheing his voice until, up on the hill crest, I saw his crimson armor glowing in the sun. I ran brathless toward him, not knowing what will I do when face to face with the judge I will come. But He softly wrapped my reason and my tired body, takeing leadership. The sword passed through his clay chest, eyes wrapped by death looking puzzled at me ... You!?... that was all his purple lips managed to say, when my sword, as if having his own mind, turned in his chest, and draining the last breath from his tormented face. I knelt beside his lifeless body, eyes teardroping, gazeing on my deed without coherence. Judge and executioner overnight I became, my hands stained with blood and not holy however, takeing the whole creation in mourning.

... The Moon I widowhood, because the Sun in a pure blood poll layd coiled at her feet ...