40 Years earlier
I looked at his deep set blue eyes, and felt as though I were floating. His eyes, they always had a certain affect on me, they always put a spell on my forsaken soul.
When we had met in the early years of my human life, I was vulnerable and also lost at the time because my parents had passed away. He had given me an offer, which I knew I would later regret. Nevertheless, at the time becoming half fallen seemed like the perfect way to go... but I then knew that it would be the death of me when the time came to go pure fallen and to sacrifice my soul.
Being fallen was so Disney story, it was pure hell. Since I had become half "dead" I saw things that no human deserved to see.
I saw demons, angels, lost spirits. It was a pure hell for me, and at first I had thought that it would be fine and that I would get used to it. No. I did not.
The demons never touched me, but they followed me at times.
Ghosts would screw with my head, because they would touch me, take my stuff and hide them in places. They would also shove my personal belongings on the floor and even across my room! It was chaotic.
Nevertheless, I had to endure them as they were part of the consequence of becoming half fallen angel.
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Poisoned Soul
Short StoryThe moon shone on the outskirts of our deserted town. The people swayed along the streets of the unforgiving nighttime. Nature started to turn on itself, as also the humans turned upon one another. We all begun to lose hope in all of this lunacy...
