The Fallen Angel

21.Lost soul

Ero pov - Before a week

The figure led me to a desolate landscape where the wind whispered through the barren trees, and the ground was cracked and dry. There was an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional creaking of branches or the distant cry of a lone bird. The sense of isolation was overwhelming as we stood in the midst of this deserted place, surrounded by emptiness and solitude.

"Where are we headed?" I inquired, but the figure remained silent, offering no response. With an eerie silence, He turned away, his eyes concealed by a veil of hair. All that met my gaze was a haunting burn scar.

"How did you arrive on Earth?" I questioned, my voice edged with concern. "You don't belong here," I asserted as I approached the figure, the desert wind whipping around us, carrying the searing heat of the sun.

His unsettling gaze fixated on my scar, and he inquired, "How did it transform into a divine tattoo?" I glanced down at my arms, feeling a shiver run down my spine, but chose to ignore his question. "You still haven't answered mine," I persisted, "Why are you here?"

As his black cloak billowed open, he underwent a dramatic transformation, revealing his true form. With a heavy thud, his staff struck the desert sand, unleashing a whirlwind of dust and sand that engulfed us both. I squeezed my eyes shut as the gritty particles invaded my vision, leaving me disoriented and vulnerable in the midst of the swirling chaos.

With a surge of determination, I spread my massive wings, their strength anchoring me firmly to the ground amidst the raging storm. Pulling them tightly around me, I shielded myself from the onslaught of sand and wind. As the desert landscape began to fade away, a searing heat enveloped my body, intensifying with each passing moment.

A thunderous voice reverberated through the chaos, declaring, "I descended upon Earth as you did." With each word, my human guise dissolved, my body writhing in torment as my flesh began to liquefy. A primal scream tore from my throat, drowned out by the searing inferno engulfing me, as I underwent a metamorphosis beyond comprehension.

Surveying my surroundings, I realized that the figure had led me to a realm engulfed in unrelenting fire. Flames danced hungrily, devouring everything in their path, casting eerie shadows across the desolate landscape. The air was thick with blistering heat, suffocating and oppressive, making each breath a searing agony. The haunting echoes of tormented screams pierced through the fiery atmosphere, a constant reminder of the suffering endured by the damned. As I gazed upon the infernal abyss, horror gripped my very being, and I felt my own visage contort into the most grotesque and charred semblance of humanity.

In the depths of hell, amidst the flickering flames and echoing screams, a horrifying scene unfolds. A group of tormented souls, their faces twisted in agony, are forced to drink liquid fire, their bodies convulsing with each fiery gulp. As the scorching liquid sears their throats, they writhe in torment, emitting guttural screams that blend with the infernal cacophony.

Driven to madness by the unrelenting agony, some begin to vomit torrents of fire, their bodies contorting in spasms of pain as flames spew forth from their mouths. The air fills with the acrid scent of burning flesh, adding to the nightmarish tableau of suffering.

In a frenzy of desperation, others grasp jagged stones and begin to pummel themselves, their anguished cries merging with the sound of flesh meeting stone. Blood mingles with fire as they inflict further pain upon themselves, trapped in a cycle of self-flagellation and torment.

Amidst the chaos, the souls endure an eternity of suffering, trapped in a hellish existence where the very essence of agony consumes them from within and without.

Amidst the swirling flames of hell, a towering figure stands, its form shrouded in darkness save for the fiery glow emanating from its smoldering eyes. Its skin, charred and cracked like molten rock, radiates an intense heat, casting an aura of dread upon all who behold it. Clenched tightly in its hand is a twisted staff, adorned with ancient runes that flicker with an eerie flame.

With a malevolent grin, the burnt demon surveys the infernal landscape, reveling in the agony and despair of the damned. Flames dance in delight around its grotesque form, licking at its ashen flesh without causing harm. Each movement exudes a palpable sense of power and dominance, as if the very essence of hell itself bows before this sinister entity.

As it gazes upon the suffering souls writhing in torment, the burnt demon's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure, savoring every moment of their agony. With a wicked laugh that echoes through the fiery abyss, it raises its staff high, commanding the flames to dance ever higher, feeding upon the eternal despair of those trapped within the fiery depths of hell.

"Belonging is a fleeting notion in this realm," the demon sneered, his laughter dripping with malice. "We are both forsaken souls, abandoned by those who claim divinity." His grin twisted into a grimace of determination as he spoke with chilling seriousness. "Did you truly believe you could evade me forever, Ero?" he taunted, his voice low and menacing. "I am not like them, the favored of the gods. You are bound to me, and you shall not depart this place without me by your side."

"We may differ in many ways," I seethed through gritted teeth as the demon's grip seared my flesh, "but we share one undeniable truth: we are both demons." As the pain intensified, I glared defiantly at the grotesque figure before me. "Our souls may be tarnished and marred," he admitted with a sneer, "but that doesn't change the fact that we are both condemned to this existence."

With a surge of determination, I pushed the demon backwards, hissing through clenched teeth, "I am an angel, and you are a devil who has never glimpsed the beauty of heaven." Enraged, the demon let out a guttural growl, causing the flames to flicker and dim in his presence. "You may have been an angel once," he roared, his voice echoing with fury, "but now you are one of us, a lost soul of Elysium, condemned to wander the depths of hell for eternity."

As my burnt, grotesque skin began to shed away, revealing the soft, unblemished flesh beneath, a sense of disbelief washed over the demon. My wings, once charred and tattered, transformed back into their former glory, shimmering with a silvery sheen and regaining their graceful form. With each passing moment, my appearance shifted, returning to that of my human self, standing tall amidst the fiery chaos of hell.

The demon's eyes widened in astonishment as he beheld the transformation unfolding before him. His gaze fixated on the tattoo adorning my skin, now clear and unmistakable. "You should never have regained them," he muttered incredulously, his voice tinged with both disbelief and apprehension. "Once abandoned, they should have been lost to you forever. How is this possible?" he demanded, his tone laced with uncertainty and fear.

As the voice echoed through the fiery abyss, a wave of shock washed over me as I recognized it. "It's been a week, where are you, Ero?" The words pierced through the chaos, carrying a sense of urgency and concern. My eyes widened in disbelief as I realized who it was.

"Isabelle!" I called out, my voice ringing with relief and gratitude. As I spoke her name, my wings began to emit a cold, chilling aura, their brilliance outshining even the stars themselves. In their icy glow, I felt a surge of power and determination, fueled by the presence of my steadfast ally.

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