A feeling like no other. Excruciating and unfathomable, a constant reminder of how you failed.
In the blink of an eye, your purpose— what should have been your greatest triumph, was snatched away and in its wake, a well of resentment remained.
You loathed your negligence and strived to redeem yourself. You scoured the Earth, searching, hoping for forgiveness in the form of reason. Nothing came of it and as time passed, the consensus was absolute. You failed and nothing would change that.
H • A
These halls once brought you a great sense of joy. Warm, gilded, and brimming with purpose, you felt at home as you floated through its labyrinthine corridors.
You lost such sentiments years ago.
These days, the sacred walls felt judgmental upon each dead end you came across hence the reason you moved away. The shadow of your former self became too much to bear. You changed, and the counsel was forever understanding of your woes.
By no means were you banished, in fact—you were one of the most revered angels above. Your reputation preceded you, and none would ever rise to your station.
And yet, how have you fallen.
Your footsteps were light against the pristine marble floors. Your time spent living with humans made you forget that you could defy gravity. Walking was just second nature to you now.
You arrived in an open area where an old friend stood waiting. He blended in so well with the white alabaster stone that you almost didn't spot him. He didn't notice your presence and you were quick to change that by striking up a conversation.
"It is said your ears are the sharpest in the clouds." You smirked when your friend jumped in fright. "And yet I've startled you."
The being turned around and graced you with his beauty. One look into his milky white eyes and there was no escape. That is, if you were weak in body.
Ario knew you were mostly immune to his charm but decided to lay it on thick for old times' sake. You arched an eyebrow at his poor attempt.
He circled your form twice before bowing at the waist. "What an honor! The Great Y/n graces me with her presence. Still as radiant as ever I see."
Centuries ago, you would've been flattered. Now, not so much.
"Cut to the chase, Ario. I am not in the mood." You sighed.
"When are you." He grumbled under his breath. He flew a short distance over to the balcony edge. Vines and ethereal flora crept up the ancient stone making a serene but secluded space.
A pale finger beckoned you over. You rolled your e/c eyes but urged your feet to move even after Ario eyed you sideways for walking.
The view was breathtaking. The two of you could see all that was beneath the sea of clouds. Earth from above was simply beautiful. Back in your youth, the sight never failed to make you tear up. Today you took it for granted.
Your eyes flickered back towards Ario, urging him to speak. He admired the view a bit more before sighing.
"I see you are pressed for time; I will make myself short. You've been on an extended leave for decades Y/n. I worry."
You glanced down at Ario's hand resting on your arm. You could see that he was touching you, but besides that, you were unable to feel the physical contact.
"Your worry is misplaced." You jerked your arm away and focused your sights on a little sprite floating near an Edelweiss flower. The sprite sensed your presence and shined brightly for you.
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His Angel
FanfictionY/n is secretly a guardian angel with a home base in Gotham City. All of your previous assignments have passed on peacefully and you fail to take on another; much to your counsel's growing concern. You spend your days blending in with the citizens o...