ANGEL OR DEVIL is a one-shot writing contest revolving around a fun concept: angel, devil or human. Be ready to uncover stunning and thrilling written pieces of these writers that have settled to participate.
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Nothing — nothing other than droplets of diamond sliding down her tainted cheeks.
The world was suddenly drained; an emptied void.
What happened?
What happened to her kingdom? The kingdom she once so-proudly called home was suddenly in shambles — in crumbled sights to exhibit to the rest of the world outside her closeted gaze.
What would they think? Would they even help us?
Disbelief coursed through her veins, an unknown fire blazen beneath her feet. Her eyes, they unknowingly morphed into a bright, crimson red as she watched destruction take place before her, knowing full well that she could not do shit to preserve the ashen ruins that were once her kingdom. Her home.
Rage.
Not even the wrath of a queen could salvage what was left of it. Decayed bodies, scattered across the barren land; scarlet blood, spilling over each other in a pitiful plight of sorrow. The more bodies that toppled onto the earth with nothing more than a ghost of a soul left beneath it, the more the world's spirit pierced at her arms, letting the same blood that fell from the kingdom's villagers fall from her.
The temptation to fall unto her knees, letting the gravel scratch at her milky white skin was all too brutal for a young girl of her liking to render. It was too tough — too cruel. She was all but a young girl in love, watching the world grow and change with sunglasses of tinted lenses.
Love.
What a callous way of letting children grow up. What a savage feeling; only those favored by the heavens above could relish in such an emotion. But she could not experience the butterflies that fluttered about the very pit of one's stomach; nor the suffocating nectar that filled one's lungs the more they repeated their lover's name in their head. She wasn't one for frivolities, 'til she met him.
The very man who destroyed what was left of her kingdom.
She thought it was an infatuation. She thought she had fallen hopelessly into the ambrosial abyss that people labelled as "love", as his name circled her mind and every miniature interaction she'd ever had with him was grasped onto by her merciless heart. She thought he loved her — but as she traversed the empty hinterland destroyed by her lover's name, she came to realize it was not love; he simply used her like a pawn to his chessboard. Deceit at its fucking finest, and she had been one to play the game and lose wholeheartedly.
