Countdown to Destruction [[VRene]]

the countdown

I know it is hopeless.

I am helpless.

Yet my rough hands cannot seem to fathom the idea of letting go of the silky fabric you were wearing that night. I despised the way the cold air was kissing your face. I despised the way your body felt light against my touch, sending ripples on every non-existent cell it dares to reach.

My lilac wings continued to flap, clapping at the unfunny situation I was in. The lonely moon grinned at me, happy for once because he wasn't the loneliest creature that night.

I was.

And will then forever be.

Had I not intruded into the mess of the mortals, I wouldn't have been jailed in agony. I wouldn't have been bothered by the sight of a number hovering above your hair- the hair that always smelled of vanilla and nature. I wouldn't be here. I shouldn't be here. We wouldn't be here. You wouldn't have been frozen in the sky, your body limp against mine, hundred meters away from the safe comfort of the earth.

But now here we are.

In between living and dying. In between existing and annihilating.

Have I only been careful, you wouldn't be here.

Ten seconds away from dying.

TEN

Let us start in Paradise. Let us talk about the higher-ups and the order of the Mighty One. Let us begin about the beginning- where gods are created according to a human's emotions.

Oh, the humans- the one who who held the lowest rank among all the creations made by the Mighty One, and ironically, the one regarded to be the most important of all.

Let us not continue with the God of Greed and how the humans made him the strongest among all the Gods. Let us not talk about the God of Love and how she lost all her power because no one listens to their hearts anymore. Let us not talk about the general population of the Gods- second on the rank after the archangels and before the cherubs.

Instead, let us continue with me, Pernicies, the God of Destruction- summoned into the world by a mortal's feverish wish of extinguishing his fellow creatures. Let us talk about my lilac wings and my blonde locks and my golden eyes, and how I was named Taehyung by a man who's about to take his last breath eons ago.

And let us end this with you, whom I was personally sent to by the Mighty One. Let us talk about your peculiarity, and how you were able to capture the attention of the Mighty One.

I wish it would end there. I wish everything ends on that part.

But it doesn't.

NINE

The first time I saw you was in the dimly lit alleyway, with the wind blowing your long hair away from your face and the waves urging you to let them tuck you in. You walked in the deserted beach in zigzags. Your breath smelled of beer and hours of weepings.

The first time I saw you, you were drunk.

You were drunk when you first saw me.

"Have I not gone drunk only but have I also gone crazy?" You spoke in decipherable slurs.

I would soon learn your name was Bae Joohyun, daughter of a diabetic widow and sister to three girls. You're in your middle-twenties. You wore ripped jeans and a loose t-shirt while I wore loose jeans and a ripped t-shirt.

"Are you the Angel of Death?" You asked again, your ash-gray eyes barely opening. You managed to give a lopsided smirk, your pink lips turning up. The lighthouse hit your face for mere seconds, capturing the glow you seemed to emit. I realized you were beautiful.