As I walked down the crystal white halls, immaculately clean, I sighed knowing that I was bound for a lecture. I let my orange wings stretch, I know that I am part Phoenix and part angel. My kusari gama rested in its scythe form and my two sickles by my side, they are my trusty weapons that have served me through battles uncountable. I opened the doors to his chambers glancing at its total utilitarian state nothing more than what is needed. And there he stood the creater himself, Icarus farkaya. I bowed deep and low and I heard his booming voice echo.
" I have heard about what happened in that town, why did you kill that man?"
"Forgive me my lord" I answered while still bowing " I had seen the destruction he caused and could not let it go unpunished"
"Is it you're choice what punishment befits those?" He asked with an air of curiosity.
"No my lord" I answered slightly rising "but I have seen what you can not" fully rising to my feet I faced him"there are people out there that deserve to die, that are too evil to change, that are to evil to live. And if I have to keep them alive then I will not walk the path of light"
" Then go make you're own path, and my you're feet fall where they may" he said slightly upset.
" I will walk neither the path of light nor the path of shadows" as I turned around and head off to who knows where.
Icarus farkaya stood in the room and he said to himself "then walk the path of twilight"
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the purging light
Fantasythis is a fictional story about an angel who walks neither the path of light nor the path of shadows but rather the twilight path. fiction with some bits of mythology in it
