I'm Too Lazy to Write a Real Book

Fly Away~ A Tale of Two Sins {Fantasy} #AUGfantasy

A beautiful angel soared above my head. It only the others could see her, if only I could see them. I could hear their scraggly voices speak and laugh, but I never saw their hideous figures.

I could see my own rejection when I peered into the rippling river of blood, and I hated it with a passion. The way the devilish blood red horns seared through my pale skin, my raven black hair that flowed her my shoulders. My glowing red eyes that screamed go away, my pointed tail that erupted from my lower back. The dark clothes, and my least favorite part, the red devil's wings.

I walk through the flaming pits of hell as if I belong, pretending I can see the other demons that wander about. They all think I'm clumsy, when the truth is, I crash into them because they look my surroundings.

I know who I was destined to be. An angel of heaven, who could fly freely. They all knew u didn't belong, but they just pretended I was part of the group. The group I couldn't see. I could see the beautiful angels.

With their shimmering golden hair, and their flowing white dresses. Their shining crowns, and their feathery wings. Their soft, glowing skin, and their striking blue eyes. The beauty I wished I had myself.

I didn't have the courage nor the strength to fly up to the angel I saw. I could reach her, I knew it, but I didn't know how. I'm only trapped down here because of two puny sins, that's all. I broke a window when I was twelve and dropped a mirror at fifteen. Merely just that, and I'm burning in hell.

Finally I stood against the molten hot ground, leaping up and using all my core strength to flap my wings. I brought myself up, and out of the opening. Into the fresh, crystal clear blue sky. The angel could see me. I could tell. The way she looked at me as she hovered

"Help." I croaked in a raspy voice.

I'd spent a year and a half in hell, and never spoke a peep. My voice was work out from underuse, and it would be scratchy anyways, due to the fact I was a demon.

"Who are you? Why can I see a filthy demon like you?" The angel said softly.

"M-Maybe. I'm...not." Was all I could say.

My back started to dear in pain, the flying was too much. I suddenly spotted a tiny red speck speeding towards me, and it turned into a flash of light and became slightly smaller than I myself was.

It was a girl, with red tinted skin. She had her hair in a high ponytail, with orange from her forehead to midway across the top of her head, before fading into red then yellow at the tips. Her eyes were yellow, almost cat like. She had beautiful orange wings, almost dragon like.

"I've been looking all over for you, Master! The girl cried out.

"Master?" The angel asked.

The girl nodded frantically. "Yes. I never felt the ache in my heart until she came up from hell was it?"

"This demon..." the angel trailed off.

"Isn't a demon! She's an angel, just like us! We can see and hear her." The girl exclaimed.

"I can't see the demons." My voice had recovered from underuse, and I realized just how soft and soothing my voice was.

"Let's...go back. To heaven." The angel said. "We'll get you fixed up."

I nodded, following her trail to where we were off to, the gates of heaven. Just where I belong.

I guess...all it took was for me to simply...fly away.