Color au- soulmates (sanscest)

A tale twisted in time

Once upon a time, in a world devoid of color, of happiness... the gods became bored of the lifeless corpses below them.

"What's the point of existing without a purpose? Without reason?" One of the group spoke softly. The others nodded solemnly. Their greatest accomplishment was crumbling after it hardly began.

There was a foreign concept that one of the gods remembered a desperate human speak of: the concept of soulmates.

The thought of one being being destined, being fated to be with another, it can become their life purpose to find them. Their heart will search out the one they are meant for.

Their perfect match; their other half.

"How may one find out they found their soulmate? Their survival instincts consistently have been searching out mates for millennia."

"Some are simply desperate enough for the companionship of another."

This led to a conversation that took eons to complete. The group of gods became intensely immersed in the creation of the so-called soulmates.

The gods hardly felt the passage of time on their old bodies, for it was a mere fraction of their lifetime.

"An invisible string. An old story passed around by lovesick beings toward the ones they call their 'true love'. The feel drawn toward their mate. The moment their eyes meet and their lips touch, may their world explode in color and love in ways they can only imagine."

"A soulmate".

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Then there was the issue of the implementation. How to get the existing beings to belong to another soul? To introduce the concept of real-life soulmates?

As gods, they don't have proper feelings themselves. They can only imagine the feelings one may experience.

Therefore, they created three beings. Less powerful than a demi-god, but surely powerful enough. They deemed them 'angels'. Each has no soulmate of their own: their lives were created to benefit another.

The first was a skeletal angel. His beautiful wings tucked neatly, a galaxy residing within the hues of purples and blues. The edges of the feathers sharp in defense of the alluring colors which can lure in anyone who lays eyes on the striking pinions residing on his back.        
He held the power of the stars and the skies. He could summon elemental magic to manipulate the atmosphere around him, his cloak covering his eyes and the yellow designs swirling around meeting small stars covering his midriff.

They called him Outer, his control of the sky creating a rainstorm or throwing stars in the sky as if they were sugar. No doubt extremely powerful, his purpose being to support the beings with their quests down on the large planet residing beneath them.

The second was another skeleton. His dark violet wings whispy and smokey near the ends, looking moments from decay. His majestic cloak covered the entirety of his body, sleeves extending far over his bony fingers, hiding from the world.

He was named Reaper. His sole purpose to reap the lost souls on earth. The ones who lost their soulmates tragically. This intent was to give a mild way to end the now pointless life they led.

The third wasn't a simple skeleton. He was created with lavender wings spread far from his body. Silky smooth bones delicate to the touch. He was small but in no terms weak. Despite his kind and timid nature, he was named Nightmare.

The others were jealous. He was created to be virtually perfect. Reaper was especially jealous. The death-angel was the only of the three who was unable to see color and likely would never have the ability to see just how beautiful he is.

His jealousy turned to anger. Reaper wanted the smaller to feel as disgusted with himself as he was of him. So began the vicious cycle that eventually led to his downfall.

Soon, the alluring purple of his wings was tinted with the stygian colors of corruption. Angelic wings began to wither and crumble near the ends. Black sludge covered the pristine white bones, filling every crack and crevice until the entirety of his body was covered in the goop.

It wasn't until then he decided to rebel against the other angels, the corruption taking a firm grasp of his mind. He was angry of his treatment. Angry at reaper.

He didn't fully take his place as a fallen angel. Though he considered himself one, he still held his godly powers. Therefore, the gods didn't cast him away with the promises of fulfilling his duties with the people in the world below.

And so existed the three angels: Outer, Reaper, and the lost soul that once was called Nightmare.