Trigger warnings# mild mutilation#mentions of attempted sexual assault# religious bs#death
" What's left? " She asked aloud, on her knees and looking at herself in reflection on the pond, hoping for some divine intervention or sense of clarity. Though it was night it looked like day with the fire around her, her wings darkened and stained with the ash of the village she destroyed. Her brother stood there clean and silently with his head low and hands folded as if he were praying and looking for answers too. When no answers came, her sense of dread turned into despair. She had ruined it, she had killed them all. She began to weep, rising up to summon the rains and put the flames to bed. The lightening struck around her in three shortly lived flares, signifying the worst. She had fallen, she has been bound to herself with no reason, cause, or father.
She had failed. Being an elemental angel, she was sent to help these people trapped in a drought. She did her job and did it well, unfortunately she began to make her presence known to the mortals when she was discovered in the midst of her work. They were enthralled and curious, many of them reminding her of the youngers in the nurseries where she's from. She continued granting blessings, helping them learn of magic and of their father. It was a wonderful time until Isaiah had been speaking of his dreams. She knew it was never a good sign when angels thought outside of their faith. She had only meant to strike the single one, the human who had attempted to assault her while she slept. Unbeknownst to her until the smoke cleared, the strike cleared everything around them as well. She had given into fear, anger, and grief before faith. She screamed at the sky, crying for her father's forgiveness. As everyone knows though, penance must be paid. Her cries of sorrow turned into anger. How could their heavenly father allow it to come to this? How had he not protected her before she was forced into action? The words of Isaiah rang through her head. They couldn't effect freewill and the man had willed for her blood. She looked up to Isaiah for anything in the means of support or mercy, but he only drew his sword. Using the flames to assist in the severance of her wings, he didn't so much as flinch when she cried out when the blade came down. She fell to the ground, watching the earth beneath her crack as the lightening continued around her, but never hitting it's mark. Her screams died when blackened blood came from her mouth, the internalized darkness beginning to consume her from the inside out. Her vision was blurred with delirium and tears, but she could make out the silhouette of her brother leaving. He took to the sky without looking back, letting her drown in her sins.
