Paradise End

13 - Present

Note from the Author - Hello there honeybees! In case you didn't notice yet, my name is Lyanna here on Wattpad (even if that is just a pen name) I'm fine with being known as Lyanna to anyone who reads this! I'm the creator of Paradise End and I just wanted to say a quick 

I'M SO SORRRRRYY!!!!!

For the unexpected missing last weeks updates twice in a row. Not to mention yesterday, with college starting back I meant to update but unfortunately it slipped away from me. Lately I've been dealing with some paralyzing writer's block as far as this story goes, questioning everything I've been doing, as well as the entire structure of the story and --- yeah. Just writer's block and perfectionism at its worst. However, I always try to do my very best and in the case of Paradise End I'll keep trying to turn the updates in on time as my end goal is to hopefully finish the novel on here and improve on it, taking it into publishing someday. Unfortunately with my evil writer's block and the unexpected work load from school sweeping in, I may have only one update to give you guys today but I hope you can forgive me. Anyway, here you go! Back to the story! Thank you all for reading and the support in Raz's story, it means so much to know there are people out there wanting to read more!

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            Cold pricked Raz's cheek. The sound of quiet whirring wind stirred him awake, his eyelids lifting. He flinched. Throbbing lingered in his brain, a high-pitched whine rising and falling. All around, large white flurries drifted down in the emptiness of the Rigel square, covering brick and slicked down orange tile rooftops in carpets of blank sheets.

The motion of little dancing ballerinas lithely floating down to the surface of Purgatory, coating every building and breath of the Kingdom's district in white. White. The color of lilies, clouds, daisies, and blizzards. The color of blankness, nothingness, and thousands of secretive opportunities. But in the white of snow, Razael noted, wasn't the unblemished velvet-like coat freezing over the world. No; snow wasn't pure as many seemed to believe – snow was beauty that edged dangerously on frozen destruction.

Blinking, blurry vision adjusting, the remnants of his dream weaved through his mind. We've still got some time, let me show you around! Zadriel's smile glimmered gold. Raz's breath came out in translucent dense vapor. Flickers of lightning speared across his memory. His stomach churned. The roar of the pits melted away as he sat forward, the world around him spinning until he was able to survey the open desolate square.

A singular thick flake drift in front of his face. Little by little, some lilted over his hair and horns in gentle downfall. He held his hand out, letting one dance its way into his palm. Nothing.

Nothing came, nothing went from his heart or his mind.

Was he... really an angel? After all this time, after so much fighting. Had it really done any good after all? The cold frozenness of the snow over his hands registered to him, but he knew better than to think this was a typical behavior of angels. If I am unable to make my own decisions, then how am I truly alive? He'd always known his spirit was that of an angel, or so the gatekeepers had said then, but how did they know? How could any of them had known who he truly was? How could he know?

If he was an angel, or if he was a demon. Good or bad? Perfect or perfectly imperfect?

If he was an angel, then why wasn't he able to see the veil as he should have? Why was he... why did a shiver run up and down his spine as he remained in place here now? Why did the thick sensation hovering above in the air unnerve him so? To be unnerved, it wasn't natural. It wasn't angelic. And if... he was a demon, then why was he... why was he able to use the magic of the Kingdom?