My name is Evelyn. Wait. No. My name is Anemia. Evelyn was my old name. When my wings were white and I was what I guess what you could call good. I think I'm still good. I just do what my heart tells me.
Vertigo. What comes to mind when I say that word? Dizziness? Nausea? WRONG! Well- for me it is. Vertigo is the name of my boyfriend, best friend and my world, he is a demon, he's completely batshit insane which I'll take partial responsibility for, I did say I'd come back after all.
So now you're confused to what I'm going on about. Well if you shut up I'll explain. We met by chance, I caught a glimpse of him while I was transferring to heaven, is was so odd- something about him pulled me in, intrigued me, and that was it, I started searching, everywhere, doing everything in my power to break into hell, and one day, I found him. It turned out we got on really well, admittedly it was during those times of going to see him every day that I started to fall for him. After a while I started gaining black feathers- feathers that mark sin because I was travelling in and out of Hell, started getting some dirt on my name from the other angels- except Maddie, she was the only one that seemed interested, she was a good friend, she was different, hated heaven, she found it so boring. I did not, I was constantly energised by the thought of going to see Vertigo the next day, until one day I turned up- and he was gone. My heart sank. I didn't care that I was about to blow my cover, I went straight to the big man, Lucifer, I think I was more scared than angry but still- I went to see lucifer. Armed with a crucifix I had me tell me where Vertigo was. When I got to him again, he seemed slightly broken, they did awful things to him, I was infuriated, but I had to keep composure, for him. All I could do was comfort him until I had to go. I PROMISED HIM I'D COME BACK! But I didn't. I couldn't. I tried. I honestly tried. I was placed under watch and I couldn't leave to go to him, so there's only one thing I could do. My worst. So that's what I did, I started toying with the lives of innocent mortals gaining more and more black feathers until 'HE' had enough, I was expelled to the mortal world keeping my immortal body and soul. I leaped at the chance to visit Vertigo. But he was gone. I was so scared. Confused. It wasn't for ages until he came back into my life.
He was insane. Completely manic. Angry at the world. And rightfully, at me.
But I could only see through it- see the Vertigo I knew. Knew and loved.
I got a chance to talk to him- to calm him to a state where he listened and wasn't shouting, I tried to explain why I didn't come back but he got mad, real mad. After calming him again I couldn't take it anymore, I had to tell him how I felt, he was confused, but he didn't reject my feelings. Thankfully.
I wouldn't exactly call this cliché, but that doesn't matter. Cliché is boring.
What does matter is Vertigo. If anyone hurts him ever again. They'll wish that hell went deeper than nine levels.
