And Then The Darkness Came

Chrezabel | before

This was not the way things were supposed to be.

This was not how any of this was meant to end.

How had things gone so wrong? Why had she given in to her selfish desires?

Why was she not the one being punished?

"You can't take them," her sister shrieked. "Please. Please, don't take them."

The Creator gave the sobbing, auburn-haired angel a cruel smirk, the length of that hair wrapped around his fist as he held her up.

"You tried to hurt my child," He said.

"She should have been our child," her sister sobbed. "You are my husband, not hers. I should have been the one to give you a child. Instead, what? I'm betrayed by my own sister? Now she gets my crown? Does she get my immortal glory? She gets you?"

Chrezabel flinched.

Her sister turned to her, her auburn hair half fallen in front of her face. Her crimson eyes shimmered with hatred, unlike anything Chrezabel had ever seen.

"You," her sister spat. "Whore."

"That's enough, my star," He said, but the once-endearing name sounded like an insult. "I have to do this."

"No, no, no," her sister sobbed. "Please. Please, Adonai, I love you."

"What do any of you know about love?"

Before her sister could form an answer, her wings were gone, ripped from her quicker than it had taken Him to form the realms, the worlds, the stars.

"You will still have a crown, my star," He spoke, his grip tightening on her hair. "A crown fit for a traitor."

"Please," her sister kept pleading. "Please don't. Give them back, please."

"I never expected your light to fade so fast," He continued. "I never thought my brightest, most beautiful creation would turn on me in such a way."

'I didn't turn on you, you—"

There was silence as her auburn hair slipped from his grip, and Chrezabel's sister began falling.

She fell through space and time, through stars and darkness, but Chrezabel had no idea where her sister would end up, or what was in store for herself as her eyes looked up to meet the cold stare of her lover.

"Abraxos," He said, turning to an angel on his right. "Take her."

Tears fell from Chrezabel's eyes, and slid down her cheeks, as Abrazos gently took her arm into his hand.

"Come," he said, his voice soft with empathy.

"I don't understand," she whispered. "Why are you sending me away, too?"

She waited, but her god did not answer as Abraxos tugged her from where she stood.