The Dark Angel's Fate

Her dark hair swayed in the ice-cold winds, her pale skin contrasting in the still, lifeless night. The moon illuminated the area, creating hues of black and blues while she traversed through the woodland region. She could hear the nocturnal animals scattering around on the ground and in the trees. Leaves occasionally hit her face, but they went mostly unnoticed. Getting the Earthly Realm wasn't easy, especially for her, but the risks she took were worth it; anything was worth doing if it meant she could be with him again. He would be waiting for her by the creek like he always did; their time together was limited, but worth the risk. It was strictly forbidden for an angel of hell to love an angel from heaven; however, that only drew the two lovers closer. They couldn't deny fate even if they wanted to.

The Dark-Angel once thought little of those who were among God's court; those angels were nothing but suck ups and cowards or, so she was taught. Every time she had seen battles between her kind and the holy ones, she couldn't deny that the holy angels fought valiantly and many of their victories were rightfully earned. It was in battle that she met him; he was acting in the stead of another and she first thought him to be arrogant and reckless as many holy angels seemed hesitant to act on his orders. But then some followed his commands and her group was nearly slayed within two minutes, forcing them to either surrender or face execution. Only she survived as she knew that her observations in the fight would be beneficial to the lords her kind served but, that small victory on her part was dampened by what he said before he let her go.

"If they weren't so stubborn, they still would be alive," he muttered to himself as he led her back to edge of the corrupted forest her group used as doorway to and from hell.

At the time, what he said had struck a nerve with her. Did he expect them to really just surrender and return back home like beaten dogs? They were at war, fatalities were a necessity to end it. She furious and demanded to know what he meant by that.

"Think ill of me all you want," he told her with a soft, sad smile. "but I don't quite enjoy killing fellow angels, evil or good. I would like us to be peace with one another."

It took some years for her to understand what he meant and, when she did, she sought him out. It was from there they formed an unlikely friendship with one another which then formed into a romance that led them to where they were.

When she made it to the clearing, she found a pair of magnificent white wings spread out to their fullest length. Every angel, good or otherwise, had wings, what differed for everyone was the wingspan and color. Most were warriors, like her lover, and therefore their wings were longer and were usually a vibrant white. The Holy-Angel was proud of his wings; he liked to spread them out for anyone to see and he very much took great pleasure in showing them to her. It was why he always had them out when they would meet.

"Took you long enough," he said with a gentle smile as he turned to face her. She was so enthralled by his wings, she failed to realize that he wasn't even facing her. "I was about to go find you."

The Dark-Angel smiled lovingly at her lover; his concern toward her made her caged heart throb which cause a sensation that she could not comprehend. She knew pain (all angels of darkness knew pain), but this was something foreign to her. Her lover, when she had described the sensation to him, laughed and called it love. She knew what love was in a sense, it was considered taboo amongst her fellow comrades, so she had never felt it before. Feeling it was different than just knowing what it was; it was both exhilarating and horrifying.

"They've been getting suspicious, I had to wait for everyone to fall asleep before coming here." her voice was enchanting and melodic, sweet and soothing. Though a descendant of evil, her voice was to be admired by all, even the heavenly souls. It was a surprise that darkness could birth something as charming as herself.