The air turned black around me. Thick smoke absorbed my entire being, despite this, I could breathe fine. I felt my heart beat at a million miles an hour, before stopping dead, cold, a feeling all too familiar to me. I looked, panicked, at my wings. 34 feet and 7 inches across exactly. They burned like wildfire, but it could never hurt quite as bad as the pain in my ever-lasting soul. The fine tips of my feathers turned to glowing ash as I fell, further, faster, drowning in air. the burning consisted and soon reached my scapula, the base of my wings. I looked, distraught, at my now black wings, an estimate of 20 feet across maximum.
Flames ignited around my entire back. My halo being forgotten in the trail of smoke I had left behind, agony shot up my entire back, a sharp pain of torn muscles and then a numbness. My head throbbed, stronger than any hangover that I've ever had.
The only love I ever remember was from him, even when I was alive, I had never felt true love, I thought I loved him, not romantically, not sexually, but I thought he loved me too, I thought he understood, I thought he was unlike the others... He betrayed me. I was so stupid.
I had felt this emotion only once before, I would be able to recall the time, however, in heaven, time works differently. It doesn't exist. Before I couldn't live with it, I broke, cracked under the pressure, pressure that was fittingly relived my the pressure of the noose, around my thin, long, cylindrical neck, he wanted me to be ashamed, and, being as desperate for love as I was, I acted like I was. but I wasn't sorry. and I knew I never would be. and I'm sure he knew I was lying. He was known for being like that, clairvoyant and omnipotent.
I felt so blessed to be one of them, pure and innocent, an angel. But, I knew at this point... that... all i felt was a lie. they never did anyone any good, I died because of them. I live because of them. Right then I vowed never to let myself be so weak and pitiful as to feel. Now, there was nothing in the cage of my rib cage.
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The Devil In The Mirror (Andy Biersack)
FanfictionThe reader is a fallen angel, who soon finds out that she and a certain Mr. Biersack have more than a few things in common. there is no real way to describe this story, as a lot happens, but trust me, I worked hard on this. so maybe you'll enjoy it...
