The Angels Sent To Kill Me TXT Taehyun x reader ff

Chapter 1

I shouldn't have saved her.

"You have interfered with my will!" The heavens roared with thunder, a cacophony of rage that shook the very fabric of reality.

"You have disrupted the course of fate that was meticulously written." The voice of the divine, cold and implacable, reverberated through the storm-laden skies.

Why did I even do it? The question clawed at my mind, a relentless torment.

I stood on the rooftop of the hospital, the icy wind whipping through my wings, each feather bristling with the chill of divine wrath. Below, the city was a blur of lights and motion, indifferent to the cosmic drama unfolding above it. The clouds churned ominously, reflecting the tumult in my heart.

My mind raced, replaying the moment of my transgression. The girl had been crossing the street, heading towards an alleyway, a shortcut home, oblivious to the group of guys sneaking behind her. In a surge of inexplicable urgency, I had intervened. Her life had been spared, but at what cost?

Heaven's judgment was swift and unyielding. "For this you will be severely punished!" The decree echoed through the vault of the sky, resonating in my bones.

"You will no longer be an angel of good fortune. From this moment forward, you are condemned to be an angel of misfortune for the one you have saved. You will ensure that she meets her destined end, orchestrating her demise through a series of perilous circumstances. You shall not directly end her life, but you will lead her to the brink time and again until fate reclaims what is owed."

My heart ached with a profound sorrow. I looked down at the hospital through the sheets of rain now falling, wondering about the girl I had saved. She lay somewhere within those sterile walls, oblivious to the unseen battle raging around her. I didn't know her name, her story, or why I had felt compelled to save her. The pull had been irresistible, an instinct that defied all logic and divine decree.

The heavens' fury had given way to an eerie silence. The punishment settled over me like a shroud, each word a heavy chain linking me to my grim task. My hands, once bringers of solace and protection, now trembled with the weight of impending doom. I would no longer be able to enter heaven and be stuck in the mortal realm until I had restored wheel of destiny.

"I shouldn't have saved her," I muttered again, the phrase a bitter mantra. "Why did I do it?"

Guilt gnawed at me, an insidious whisper reminding me of my folly. The girl was meant to die that day. My intervention had not only defied the natural order but also condemned them both to a twisted fate. As an angel of misfortune for her, I would become the harbinger of her end, a cruel paradox that made my very existence a torment.

My wings drooped, heavy with sorrow. I felt the divine mark sear into my essence, branding me with his new, cursed role. Each beat of my heart echoed with the heavens' decree. I was bound to her now, an invisible shadow, leading her towards danger with every step she took.

The girl would recover, I knew that much. The doctors would marvel at her miraculous escape, her family would rejoice, and she might even believe in a guardian angel. Little did she know that her guardian was now her doom-bringer, a puppet of fate ensuring she met her predestined end.

I clenched my fists, the sharp sting of regret piercing my soul. The wind howled around me, a mournful dirge for what I had lost. There was no turning back, no redemption. The path I had chosen, in that fleeting moment of compassion, was irrevocably set.

"I shouldn't have saved her," I whispered to the stormy sky, a prayer for absolution that would never come. As the rain fell harder, blurring the boundary between heaven and earth, I steeled myself for the task ahead. I would watch over her, not as a protector, but as the architect of her demise. Every moment, every decision, every peril would be my doing, guiding her inexorably towards her fate.

With a heavy heart and trembling wings, I descended from the rooftop, vanishing into the shadows of the city. The girl's life, once saved by an angel, now lay in the hands of her unwitting executioner. And I, tormented by my own actions, began the harrowing vigil that would lead her to her destiny.