When she dies she comes back alive. As simple as that. Will Ethan permanently revive her from her troubles? Or will he let her rot in her own misery?
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"Don't you get it Ethan, Robin is a walking corpse, she is supposed to be dead, THIS IS AGAINST THE RULES." Tony yelled. My mind was in utter chaos.
I looked over to the thin figure that came to be Leena or Lilith, whatever her name was. "Do you even know what Lilith means Ethan? If not it means something bad, evil, maleficent, all terrible things, Lilith is keeping Robin alive just for pure evil, and evil powers the bigger evil." Tony wouldn't stop spouting words as Lilith came closer.
"That's enough Tony." Lilith commented and he immediately stopped talking. "Wanna know what? This dumbass is correct I really don't give a damn about Robin or you and your puny little lives. Stop making death seem so dramatic to, Ethan, it happens to everyone, eventually, nothing is forever." She spoke with fullness and confidence. "Everyone has a devil in them, some people beat them, some people don-" but she got cut off. By me.
My hand wrapped around her throat and lifted her up. "I THINK THATS ENOUGH!" I yelled, my voice 10 times more powerful and fuller. I then felt the most pain in my life.
My back started making these cracking sounds and I felt something protruding my spine. I still held on to Lilith as if she was a stress ball and I tilted my head to see a flurry of black feathers everywhere.
Wings. I had jet black wings. And the same words continuously popped in my skull. Fallen angel. Fallen angel. FALLEN ANGEL.
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Plz just use the wings as the visual and ignore the background and actual person, thanks! My body took control as I squeezed her neck. And then dust took her place as it slid through my hands. My thumped. How is this currently happening.
Wings. People turning to dust.
It didn't make any sense.
But yet again, nothing really does.
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Sorry, I honestly don't know what I'm doing and RIP Christina Grimmie
