Prompt: "what if kevin was an archangel and fell for some reason" (from Fluffy)
Rating: T
Warnings: Blood and stuff.
Fallen angel AUs are always good.
The ground is approaching fast and he swears he's on fire, the atmosphere burning against his skin and he can't even see the trail of feathers he's sure to be shedding—the pain is too great, it's consuming his thoughts and his vision; his head is ringing with it.
Is he a shooting star, streaking through the dim sky—are there children whispering wishes at his burning form, asking something of him which he surely cannot do? For he has made his errors and proved himself useless—he is a servant who cannot help his masters, a guardian who can protect nothing at all. There is some god which is not his master laughing at him now, he is sure; he can hear it, somehow, amid the ripping winds.
Ah, what foolishness—he is a hopeless thing, fallen prey to sinful whispers (his very antithesis, but he is so weak—he only thought of them, didn't he, when he turned his back on heaven?); this is his apt fate, for there is nothing pure about his whiteness, all stained with red, and for those stains he deserves this. This maddening pulse of pain, this fiery grip like chains pulling him fast toward the earth—this is his retribution, that's what she said, and beneath the buzzing nothingness he believes that.
The earth is cold but somehow it's comforting—though it is so strange to breath this thick air he is here, not crumbling to ash in an inglorious blaze.
Maybe, if he just closes his eye, it will end like this, dark and cool and almost comfortable.