Monster Project

13.Archangel

     "When did you get those scars?" The question was inevitable.
     Six, jagged scars covered his back. Multitudes of smaller faded ones also marked his skin, but these six stood out. The marks were still red with stitches holding the skin together, the stitching looked as if it had been done hours before, and the scars seemed as if they were to bleed at any second.
     "You haven't noticed yet? I've had them forever." He tried staying calm, but the memory of how he received the disfigurements were grim and agonizing.
     "Can I touch them?"
     "I guess, be careful though. They can hurt like a bitch."
     She sat cross-legged behind him as soft fingertips traced the prominent six scars. His nose scrunched in pain as the marks became inflamed.
     She pulled her hand away as she felt him tense. "Are you okay?"
     Why bother lying? "No."
     The hot room held nothing but their nonrhythmic breathing. "Can you tell me how you got them?"

     She was beautiful. The first time he had ever seen her was when she sat by the shore, cold jade-coloured eyes stared intensely at the scriptures settled in her lap.
     "Demon! Why do you reside here? This is sacred land, and I command you to leave."
     She rose gracefully, arms brimming with books and scrolls. "My apologies, seraphim. I wasn't aware." She left without another word, a malicious smile grazing her face.

     The second occasion when they spoke, was when she personally saught after him.
     "Oh seraphi-"
     She was paused when he pointed his sword directly at her jugular. "Why have you come back, demon?"
     She glanced at the sword boredly then back to him, as if he couldn't kill her at any moment.
     "Well? Speak, creature!"
     "Mo'son. My name is Mo'son. Address me by my name, and I'll respond to your question."
     "Mo'son, why have you ignored my blatant warnings and come back?" His tongue burned when he spoke her name, it was filthy and unholy.
     "The shore is stunning, may I not be allowed to drink in the sights?"
     "I do not find your games amusing, demon. I instruct you to leave this moment."
     "And if I don't?" He slashed at her throat, to which she skillfully dodged.
     "Alright, I see where I'm not wanted. Catch you later, seraphim." She blew him a kiss and he scowled at the gesture.

     He kneeled before the Almighty Judge in a large courtroom, six others surrounding the judge with just as much authority.
     "For befriending hellspawn, I hereby sentence you to dethroning. You disgust me, seraphim." His head was bowed in shame, how could he?
     He was risen to his feet roughly by two surrounding guards to be dragged to the the "Guillotine." A room specifically designed to torture angels in such sadistic ways for disobeying the word of God.
     His back faced the executioners as his wrists began to bleed and ache from tight, heated, metal restraints.
     The sound of bone tearing away from the confinements of his skin and his tormented screams were excruciating to listen to, but the executioners ignored him anyway.
     They burned his twin pair of wings in front of him, his face forced to the floor as the foot of one of them imposed him to watch.
     "You should have thought this through, traitor." One of them spoke but he was too focused on the sight before him to respond.

     "Seraphim! Why the long fa-" She gasped when she felt strong hands wrap around her neck fiercely.
     "You godforsaken hellspawn. I'll kill you where you stand!" His whispers were full of loathing and resentment.
     She looked behind her to only see two sets of wings instead of three.
     "Aw is the angel angry that he was dethroned?"
     Mo'son struggled as his grip became tighter. "They whisper my name now, no longer do they shout it with joy nor pride!"

     He woke up to the steady breathing and Mo'son's body laying unconsciously on top of his.
     Glancing at his arm revealed scratches and dried blood. He imagined the rest of his body being like this, only with small purple bruises accompanying them. In an unknown fit of rage, he pushed her off.
     "What the hell?!"
     Her protests fell upon deaf ears as he dressed and left as soon as possible.

     He found himself once again kneeling before the Almighty Judge.
     "Again, angel? Haven't you learned your lesson? If there was no word of God I would have personally wretched the undeserving wings off your back and have you hung."
     A repulsed sigh. "I sentence you to another round of dethroning for copulation with a demon."
     If he thought it hurt the first time, it was unbelievable the second. A screech of agony fell from his mouth as they repeated the process, burning his wings as he sobbed bitterly.

     "Does it bother you that much?"
     He sat mutely on the shore, the scars burning with a ferocity as hot as fire.
     She sat down in front of him and reached out to caress his pale face.
     "Are you mad at me?"
     "Don't ask stupid questions." Mo'son leaned in to kiss his forehead, long teal hair covering their sin.
     "Why don't you rebel? Come to us, then we shall be together forever." She idly played with his hand and eventually held it softly between her own tanned hands.
     "I can't."
     "Why not?"
     "My pride."

     The last time he would ever stand in the court of holy judgement, was the last time he would ever see his precious goddess.
      "We have found your bastard, traitor. To atone for your past sins, you shall murder the hellspawn, or forever stay fallen."
     They dragged his body outside to where Mo'son stood. With a brightly lit noose around her neck, and head down with her hands behind her back tied with the same angelic material.
     "Mo'son!" His frightened cries stirred her and she looked up, face bloody and broken.
     He struggled as they brought him to the platform where crowds of angels waited below, shouting for him to kill her.
     "Do it!"
     "Kill the heathen!"
     "The hellspawn must perish!"
     The Almighty Judge's voice spoke up above them all. "Relieve your sins! Kill her!"
     The chanting was deafening, but her muttered response was worse.
     "Don't worry, I'll forgive you."
     "No... No! I won't do it! I won't kill the one I love!"
     The chants grew worse and harsher with each passing word.
     "Are you posi-"
     His throat was raw and hoarse. "Yes! Yes! I am!"
     His scowl was full of disappointment and seething hatred. "Very well, hang the hellspawn!"
     "Mo'son! I'm... I'm so sorry." Tears were flowing freely as her last memory of him was the gut-wrenching sounds and sights of his final heavenly keepsake tearing from his back, the crowd rejoicing as the traitor was stripped of his title.
     She died with a tearful smile on her face.
     They forced him to watch as they paraded her decapitated head around the square, her once pure teal hair was now unevenly cut and the tips were stained with dried blood.
     The rest of them danced and sung. Even the children joined in, clapping without hesitation.
     Never in his lifetime would he have thought that would be his last memory of his goddess.

     "Hello? Hello!"
     "What?"
     "Will you tell me now?"
     "Will you make me breakfast if I do?"
     "Of course." She kissed his nose, getting up afterwards to cook.
     He glanced to the left of the bedstand, where a detailed drawing of Mo'son sat, and was reminded of her last words.
     "Don't worry, I'll forgive you."

     A/N: Wowie. This one was longer than anticipated. I had an idea where to keep the image of Mo'son fresh in his memory after her death, he picked up drawing so that he would never forget. Now that I think about it, I might make a oneshot based upon this after this series. Also in my opinion, I think that Vanilla Twilight by Owl City would be a great listen to to go along with this. Blah. I'm rambling. I hope you enjoyed! :D