My Darling Angel -- A V Fanfiction (Book 1)

Prologue

It's been a while yes. A few, couple hundred of years? It's hard to keep track. Now I'm immortal, so time is irrelevant. I sometimes envy the mortals and the living. Time counts for their frail lives, for any day could be their last.

I can only remember some of the days of my mortal life. Only hazy, fractals of memories that I can't seem to grasp on to. Sometimes I see my mother's face. Other times I see the members of my Kpop group, BTS. Only fuzzy details of their faces.

As of I, I remember what I used to look like without wings. How humanly soft my face was, and how every feature was carved with emotions and compassion. How delightful life felt when knowing that my days were numbered. Every moment was gold.

Now, I sit amongst the table of Death. Many call us Angels of Death, but our true name is only one word. One word that makes mortals fear. One word, one act, that drinks and purges during war. Murder. Bloodshed. Violence. Cold. Death.

Things changed since I became Death. My wings turned to the darkest shade of night, more beautiful than the white it used to be. The other, amongst many changes of my body, was my mind. Since the first soul I reaped, my mind...it tore in two. I was already prone to it. I knew eventually, there would come a time when I would turn cold, unyielding, and merciless. The insides of me were clotted with numbness. I can't feel any emotional pain. It seems as if the world was painted with black and white. The only thing I could recognize was life and death. My soul and body were bent in such a way to achieve my job of taking souls. It took a toll on my mind, especially when it finally shattered, and murdered the place where all my emotions were sourced.

And to this day, I'm not even sure who I am anymore. The mortals are right, I don't have a soul, not without feelings. Not without love.

From the Journal of Reaper Taehyung