The world was an embassy of empires
The dark haired demon had not found his love
Until.
There stood a man who was once a demon
Holding his weapon high In his hand
Prepared to strike an angel weak and frail
The boy slowly raised himself
Every demon had a weapon
Every angel had a power
The boy grabbed the man
Spinning him towards him
What he saw was sick and corrupted
The man no longer had a face he was nothing
He had lost his soul and with it his mind
The boy felt the piercing sting of the blade
Slicing right through his lower chest
The man continued to drive it through him
In and out
Till the boy was coughing up blood.
He quickly stumbled backwards
He knew that what he was going to do
It would stop him from going to heaven
But that girl weak and frail was more important
A grin rose from the boys face
As he extended his right arm
And within one swift movement
His thin Black Death scythe appeared to him
The faceless man ran towards him
His hands bloody
His shirt was soaked in blood and sweat
The demon ran towards the man
With one clean movement the faceless man
Laid dead on the floor
The boy knew it was a sin to kill
An immortal sin.
But he saved the girl on the floor still and silent
It wasn't the silky haired girl
But instead she had brown hair
Long brown hair that reached her knees
He picked her up and took her to his apartment
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Demons from the attic
FantasyWhat happens when God starts the world over again? Angels and demons begin again, living together. After saving a brutally attacked angel, Dante is out to stop a group of demons who plan on unleashing the gates of hell onto the earthly realm, the o...
