Days turned into nights, yet no word came from her lips, leaving me to question if she too was caught in the throes of this dance we choreographed. As I navigated the labyrinthine depths of Mexico's underworld, my impatience and longing surfaced as an insatiable hunger, causing me to snap at the slightest provocation. Not out of disrespect of course, nor a fading loyalty that anchored me to their side, but rather borne out of a volatile cocktail of frustration and yearning. In each heated exchange, the spark of desperation flickered in my eyes, a silent plea for communication from the one who held my heart captive.
Though others perceived me as an untouchable deity, capable of bearing the weight of the world upon my shoulders, the truth danced in the depths of my existence. I too was but a mere mortal, relentlessly tested by the trials and tribulations of love's enigmatic embrace. Amidst the barren expanses of my torn soul, I languished, stripped of the vibrant wings of my boundless riches. The allure of material opulence bore no solace, for even in my darkest moments, the void within me persisted, unrelenting in its demand to be acknowledged. The world may have trembled at the mention of my name, glorifying my prowess and ability to conquer any obstacle, yet this intricate tapestry of life revealed the vulnerability that lurked beneath my menacing facade.
Yet, in this chasm of vulnerability, I yearned for one woman, one angel who could mend these fragmented pieces of the devil himself. In her embrace, I discovered not only solace but the restoration of my fractured supremacy. She possessed the power to breathe life into the fragmented wings, to ignite within me a fire that transcended the mortal realm. This love - a celestial elixir that coursed through my veins - entwined with my very being, as I yearned for her heart to guide me towards the path of perpetual supremacy once more.
Three in the morning, and I was abruptly awakened by her call at such an unexpected time after days of agonizing separation. My heart pounded as I struggled to make sense of her voice on the other end of the line. "Are you okay?" I asked, desperately searching for any hint of trouble in my response. The silence that followed weighed heavily on me as I slowly sat up on the edge of the bed, a gnawing fear gripping my conscience. "Yeah, I'm okay, the bed just feels cold without you in it," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
My hand instinctively reached up to massage my head as her words echoed through the phone line. "I thought perhaps you'd need some space to think about what you really wanted in life," I responded, the weight of my devotion lacing my words. A sharp pain coursed through my throat as I fought to hold back the surge of emotions threatening to escape. I was one who always had control, but in that moment, even the Dark Angel fell to its knees.
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Ángel Oscuro's Redemption
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