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My Angel
03:37 Sep 19 2008
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Broad white wings brushing my face, silken locks of golden hair, skin as soft as a dove's feathers, all weakening as I hold her. She calls my name, whimpering as the pain takes her. I can do nought but hold her tight against my chest, willing the pain to leave her tortured body. Tears trickle down her face as invisible daggers are thrust into her heart, tearing at the fragile soul within.

Such beauty in pain, it destroys me to watch her go through this ordeal. Slowly the erratic sobs subside, and she is at peace. Her suffering is over, but mine has yet to begin.



The devil has taken what is dearest to me, the very essence of the angel in my arms. I can see him flexing his wings, bat-like and translucent against the moonlit sky. The radiance of my angel's soul in his crooked claws fades as the darkness of his being shrouds and smothers the last luminous bead of light.



What did she do to deserve this? The anger welling inside me, boiling, bubbling rage spills over like a pot of water. I lunge towards the evil shadow, my form already changing.

As I reach him, my teeth sink into his wing, sharp canines on leather. But the soft-looking texture of the flesh under my jaws is an illusion, quickly dispelled by the grating, metal-on-metal sound that reverberates through the air and shrieks into my brain. His claws sink into my shoulder and I let out a howl, releasing his unscathed limb.

My change is complete, and the anger inside me has swallowed all forms of logic. I make a grab at his underbelly, trying to wrap my diamond-hard nails around his internal organs and rip them from his body, the way he tore the spirit from my angel.



Suddenly, a pain in my back, just above my heart, sinking, slowly sinking. My head is on the ground, my body writhing uncontrollably as the darkness takes hold of my soul, tearing, gouging. My face is wet with tears, involuntary spasms running through my muscles. All the hair on my back stands on end and my tail bristles as I let out a thunderous roar that echoes through the valley below.



A roar of agony and despair, loud enough to wake the dead, as the core of my very being is ripped from me. With a last-ditch effort, I drag my helpless body to the fallen angel.



A life is its soul, one cannot exist without the other, and this monster has taken that from both of us.



With my vision fading, I see the light vanish as the devil consumes my soul, and I drown in the ensuing darkness. Our bodies are deemed to lie, motionless and exposed, forever on a desolate peak above the Crimson Valley.