Angel X Reader: An Angel's Nightmare

Chapter 1: "Ask and you shall receive."

The man who had haunted my dreams ever since I was a little girl is now dead.

I didn't know he existed until now; he was just a fragment of my imagination. But it does not matter. He deserved to die. After years and years of torment, he's finally dead, lying in a pool of blood.

I can't seem to hear, feel, or see anything except the man in front of me and the voice inside my head, telling me that all my problems are going to go away. Relief? Contentment? I don't know what I feel, but I don't care as long as he remains dead. Since he's dead, I hope I don't see things anymore—

"Aaaaaaaaah…."

A piercing scream of a woman jolts me back to reality. I turn my head toward the voice and see a fear-stricken woman. Her eyes quickly turn from surprise to terror—terror at what she just witnessed, fear that she saw something she shouldn't have, fear that she might be next. I raise a hand toward her, but she takes a step back, then another, and another until her back is against the wall. She lurches up and runs as fast as she can, leaving me alone in this room.

Now that I have come to my senses, I realize I am standing in a pool of blood, my feet feeling like blocks of ice from the cold red liquid. I look around and find myself in a small hospital room with a huge window beside the bed. The twilight sky makes the room redder than it already is, white lilies scattered all over the room, their pure white petals stained.

Suddenly, I feel an excruciating pain in my abdomen. Instinctively, I put my hand on my stomach and feel a warm liquid. "It's blood," I whisper. My eyes widen and the pain only intensifies. I fall to my knees, crouching down, unable to bear it. My whole body hits the ground.

What's happening? Am I dying? I don't want to die just yet... someone, anyone, help me...

I'll swallow my pride, so... someone, anyone. But before long, my consciousness slowly drifts away.

As if in a dreamlike state, I see a bright light flashing. After a while, the light grows fainter, revealing a silhouette of a creature with several wings. The light seems to originate from this being. I try to discern what I am seeing.

Suddenly, the multiple wings fold, revealing a man with beautiful white hair that shimmers like stars. His golden eyes sparkle like actual gold, his shimmering white eyelashes blink at me with tenderness and sadness. His skin looks like it is glowing.

Is this the Grim Reaper? Not what I had in mind, but beautiful nonetheless.

The smell of blood was masked by a gentle and soothing scent I think it's coming from this person. Who would have known the angel of death smells like lemon grass.

He reaches out to me, his hand caressing my cheek. A teardrop falls from his eye, sparkling like a gem.

"Why are humans so cruel?" he whispers, his voice sweet and melodic, almost like music.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I couldn't protect you."

As my eyes grew heavier, the entity before me seemed to blur, its form dissolving into the darkness encroaching upon my senses. The pain, relentless and agonizing, intensified, pulling me further into the abyss. It was suffocating, pressing upon my very soul with a weight that seemed unbearable. Despite the common notion that death would bring relief, I found no solace in this moment—only an overwhelming sense of despair.