Shatter Me Twice

PREFACE

500 years ago....

I stood atop the tallest building in Sogohrom, my wings spread wide as I surveyed the city below. The air was thick with the stench of death and chaos, a tangible darkness that seemed to seep into my very soul. Below me, the city burned, flames licking at the once pristine buildings, consuming everything in their path.

The demon-fed humans, twisted beings with the remnants of humanity barely visible beneath their demonic forms, rampaged through the streets. The keepers eyes glowed with malevolence as they slaughtered without mercy, their wings casting ominous shadows over the carnage below.

I clenched my fists, feeling rage and sorrow mix within me. These were not the people I had been sent to protect. They were monsters, consumed by the darkness that had taken root in their souls.

With a primal scream, I launched myself into the fray. The clash of steel and the cries of the dying filling the air. I fought with a fury born of desperation, my sword cutting through flesh and bone with grim efficiency. Blood splattered my wings as I wove through the battlefield, dodging attacks and striking back with deadly precision. The ground beneath my feet trembled with each step, a testament to the sheer force of the battle raging around us. I dashed through the streets, my wings unfurled as I cut through everything in my path. Trees splintered, animals fled in terror, and the demon-fed humans fell with agonizing cries as my sword sliced through flesh and bone. Their screams echoed in the air, a haunting symphony of pain and despair.

Immortals are 1000 times stronger than humans and their vain inventions, standing taller and broader. Similar to angels, but do not mistake us as such.

A mortal is incapable of killing or harming a celestial being, and that only proves the demons living in these people, as three or more of us were hit by these humans and injured. With a swift kick, I burst through the door of a house, my eyes scanning the interior. A man and a woman cowered in fear, their eyes wide with terror as they beheld the wrathful being before them. Without hesitation, I closed the distance between us.

As I raised my sword, the man's fear turned to defiance. His frown twisted his features as he attempted to rush at me with bare hands, a display of his demonic possession. With effortless grace, I kept my hand steady, and he ran into my waiting blade, a futile attempt to overpower an immortal. The woman's cries filled the room as I turned my attention to her. Her pleading eyes met mine, but I showed no mercy. With a swift strike, I ended her suffering, the sound of her last breath mingling with the echoes of the ongoing battle outside.

As I turned to leave, a boy ran out from a hidden corner, his eyes wide with shock and awe. He had witnessed the merciless efficiency of an immortal's wrath. Without a word, I approached him, my wings casting a shadow over his trembling form.

"Were you sent to bring the darkness to us?" His voice trembled with fear and uncertainty.

I knelt down, my gaze softening slightly. "No, little one. I am here to end the darkness that has taken root in this city."

He looked up at me, his eyes searching for answers. "Is this the end for me?"

"There is life after death," I replied, offering him a reassuring smile. The boy's features distinct from those of his guardians. His eyes shimmered with an unmistakable light, a purity that stood out amidst the darkness that surrounded us.

Alas, I mistaken purity for mere light, but he was innocent.

He stared at me, his gaze unwavering, as though he feared his fate if he were to look away. This one wasn't like the rest, not just in his physical form but in his spirit as well. Although I couldn't delve deep enough to see what dwelt within him, I didn't detect any traces of the demons that had consumed the others. That was more than enough for me.