Heaven - Lucius
❝He was a love that became violent.❞
Hell - the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
❝In the midst of destroying chaos, they became it.❞
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The heart betrays all. For Lucius, the betrayal that was served to him cost him the life of the o...
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D E A T H
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DIMITRI FELT PAIN.
It gnawed at his bones, making it difficult for him to breathe. The pain sliced welts into his back, digging at the wounds that had already formed due to the loss of his wings. Even though he wanted to scream his throat hoarse, his voice was still stuck at the base of his throat, struggling to leave his lips. All he could do was writhe in pure agony, clawing at the grass and begging for the sweet release of death to finally overtake him.
Death.
He had never seen so much death before. At first, it was the battle. When Lucifer had marched into the fields with a sword gripped tightly in his hand and determination painting his eyes, Dimitri had not even thought of the possibility that he might be rebelling.
Then, Lucifer proved him wrong. He proved everyone wrong. He had brought down a mighty blow at those angels that dared to question his intentions, swiping fiercely at their heads before relieving their necks of their heads in one clean motion.
Dimitri remembered how he had felt at that moment. At first, it was just shock. The pure disbelief that an angel could bring such violence and destruction into the realm of eternal peace. Then, Dimitri felt anger. Such a rare emotion it was for angels but he felt rage boil in his bones. It crackled at his skin, making his teeth grit tightly together before he soon found a weapon of his own to fight back.
However, when Lucifer brought down a mighty stab into the soil and broke off a piece of Heaven itself, Dimitri felt scared. He became frightened when his feet began to disconnect from the ground unwillingly and within seconds he was plummeting down.
Though he attempted to fly, his wings would not comply with his demands. Dimitri could only watch helplessly as his friends and allies, along with his newfound enemies, soared downwards in an endless descent. Debris flew after them, destroying any possible path for them to fly upwards.
Before Dimitri could try for the third time to take control of his fall, a piece of rock hit his wings, yanking the left side straight off of his body when it collided with another falling boulder. Golden blood had poured from the wound, smearing all over Dimitri's back like a sin that could not be washed away.
At that moment, Dimitri knew that he was done for.
He could not even remember much of what happened next. Dimitri remembered shouting. He remembered the pain of his landing that tore off his other wing. Someone had called out his name before shoving him to one side. Next thing he knew, he could smell the coppery scent of blood once more and this time, the blood was not his.
Adelia laid just a short distance away from him, a boulder crushing her down. His eyes had been hazy but he knew that he saw Lucius rush to her side, frantic words pouring past his lips and desperate prayers that fell on deaf ears.
