Forbidden Love

An unknown, captivating melody compiled of only a few notes has brought me to you. Our fates now merge together as I travel through a time abyss to find you, with only a simple mark from you to guide my weak wings on the journey of struggle. A simple mark that you have mercilessly engraved into my back has sealed my fate as I submit to becoming your slave for eternity. As the black strings of your heart intertwine with mine, they tightly connect and delve into my core whilst I try to answer your silent screams for help. You break free from the chains restraining you as you search for me and coax me to follow you into the darkness, with only a few dim lights of hope to illuminate the path that I have chosen. The seductive heat of your body draws my freezing arms to wrap around your robust build. Your lips bring out your avaricious desires as you seize my heart and body, taking away the last bit of my freedom and turning me into a porcelain puppet, controlled by your invisible strings of lust. Scorching hands trace the mark you left on me, sending a flood of heat through my cold, ceramic body. Onyx black wings brush against my skin and entangle themselves in the shimmering white of my own feathers. Amidst the darkness of night, we fall into an endless pit of love in which you sink your venomous fangs into my tender flesh and leave red marks on me through the blackness of the agonizing bite. Is this part of the contract you forced onto me or is it a real representation of our undying love? Will I ever escape from the everlasting warmth of your body or will I submit and be trapped as your slave for aeons? Have I committed a terrible taboo? For the pure, blinding light of the innocent should never be taken and obtained by the demons of the darkness.

It's quiet. Too quiet. Hours passed without a wink of sleep as I sat at the piano, playing a melody that mysteriously came to mind. It was if I knew the song off by heart because I did not falter once. The only things I could hear were the song being played on the piano and the unusually loud ticking of the pendulum clock that hung on the wall in the corner of the room. My fingers skimmed the keys of the instrument and as I hit the final key, the clock chimed three o'clock in the morning and I felt a sharp pulse run through my body like a knife. A piercing shriek escaped my mouth and I had dropped to the floor, clutching my chest, and panting heavily until my vision went black. When I woke up, the pain was gone

"W-What was that? I thought I had died or something."

My eyes scanned the area around me and I noticed that I was in some sort of bright mansion. A female figure soon came into vision and she explained,

"You have somehow managed to enter through a time channel and make your way to the heavens. This a completely different time and space. You are not in the past, nor the future, but you are in a time that barely anybody knows about. You are in the heavens, where us Seraphs reside and until you can return, you are one of us."

The heavens? As in where angels can be found? The female then politely handed me a change of clothes and I found myself to be in similar attire to the female Seraph. As I was getting changed, I noticed a pair of medium length, pure white wings unfurl from the back of my body. They were beautiful. I was escorted around the mansion until I was stopped by a group of inspectors, who examined my body from head to toe until one of them exclaimed,

"The mark! She has the mark of Satan! Quickly, arrest her and take her to the Sinner's Cliff! Don't let her touch anyone!"

"W-What is going on!? What mark!? What's the Sinner's Cliff!? I'm so confused!"

My heart was racing and I thought I was going to cry, but I held the tears back and tried to stay as calm as I could. I was soon taken to a cliff-edge surrounded by crowds of Seraphs. A cold shiver spiralled up my back when one of the inspectors shoved me closer to the edge until I was barely holding my balance. My eyes shut tightly and I let out a scream as my feet slipped off the edge and I began to plunge into the void beneath me. I was speechless and all I could do was stare in shock at the once friendly people, who now looked at me in disgust all for having a mark. I tried to use my wings, but I soon realized that I didn't know how to fly. My eyes stung and tears rolled into the air, one after another, refusing to stop until I felt strong arms wrap around my back and carry me to safety. When I looked at the man, he was tall with two spiralled horns on his head and he had black angel wings. Why were his wings black?