Author: freakyAngel PM
We're searching for release, my coven and I, and so it must be that you become our sacrifices. We've loved you for so long, and we cannot forget. Will you not grant us this one last wish? ONESHOT.Rated: Fiction K - English - Fantasy - Words: 770 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-10-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2473989
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Fallen angels, in their quest for redemption,
Destroy their own sense of justice
As they search for the love that never comes back...
Hope y'all like this one! Not yet beta-ed, so don't hurt me too much due to typos! I swear my spelling and grammer rocks... It's the computer and my typing skill that sucks. Heh heh.
Dedicated to all the wonderful writers in AHS. Your works bring great inspiration, yo. Cheers. :)
He made the bargain with not one iota of regret.
My mouth was bitter, a twisted line of anger and hate. Somewhere on the threads of my cracked, bloody lips, the flouncing sense of loss and desperation flowed and mapped my hidden veins of disappointment.
I screamed. I cursed. I fought.
He never wavered.
My tears were ichor, once upon a time. Pure, clear and innocent to the gods, yet desirable, tempestuous and seductive to the sinned. Now, they are ashes, soot, dust, the burned-out fire that crusts and flakes down in snowflakes of frailty and the anti-perpetual.
Like that dead flame, he sent me whirling down to my end.
The sinned call the likes of me fallen angels. Once from that paradise beyond the clear blue skies, banished to the world beneath their feet where evil runs its full course, we are seen as those who have erred. But where have we gone wrong? All we did was love them. Them, the sinned, the ones that He loved so.
All we did was love you.
But oh, He never wanted us to have our way, did He? As Job had done, He expected us to obey his every word with no question or doubt. My brother, leader of our coven, had loved your kind. He loved you so much, he showed you sin. You were the ones who took it all up and sucked it all in; he had only meant to let you see the vices you would have spiraled into had He not kept you close.
Ironic, it was, when He banished my brother for giving you awareness and knowledge. Your people should have been the ones.
Time, in your world, has been running since before the start of life. But it is not eternal, nor non-exhaustible, as you so foolishly believed. No, it flits by like the beat of a hummingbird's wings, grain after grain after grain in that fast-flowing hourglass trickling down faster than light itself. And we do not forget, we don't, because we can't peel away the memories that are stuck on us as we hurtle through Time's vortex. We still remember our love for you.
My brother loves you still. He has reached out, many times, yearning for the bliss that once joined our Heaven to your Earth. And you shunned him, spat on him, jeered at him, so many times they are all a whorl in the spiral of his memories; yet he loves you still.
Will you not love us once more?
No, you will not. Though we still long for that sweet bliss, we are neither naïve nor ignorant. It is but a dream, those days of joy; a dream that will reappear no more.
And I? I love nothing and no one. Not after what your people have done to us; not anymore. It is not without regret, but I have no choice to move forth on the path you chose for me. Remorse, chagrin, guilt? I hold none. As you have compelled Him to damn us to eternal hell, so shall we damn you.
His bargain was made clear to us the moment we were to be punished: our freedom for your happiness. But we never got to choose; I, along with the others, was forced into imprisonment. And, as we were pawns for a despicable game, so you shall be: your death for our release. We can never be free, the others and I – but if we were to be unchained from our steel-like bonds to you, we would at least gain peace.
Pray we that you may love us this once more, my brothers and I, and that you may go with no trouble. As it is, your sacrifices must be made; we wish not to harm you more than you should be.
Cleanse and forgive us in your heart, Father. We must seek justification, even if You condemn us for our actions. We must find the ending in our tears; that burnt fire must seek resolution, and free us of our love for the sinned.