Consume Me

The Fallen

I am broken.
My wings ripped away.
My innocence gone.

There I lay on the cold ground, tears stain my cheeks. I cry for my lost. The scars forever left on my back, a reminder of my foolish mistake.

I fell
I fell from my home
Heaven

As time passed I stopped grieving my lost, I still held my regret though. I knew there was no way to fix my mistake, to go back to the place I called home, but I still used the power within my being for good. I tried my best to help, as if it could fix the tragedy I caused.

I did all I could to help those who lived still. I stood against demons and other fallen angels looking for trouble. I helped spirits fulfill their final wishes so they can finally rest in peace.

It wasn't that much of a problem for me, I was very skilled since I hav- had a high rank in heaven.
But, there was always this same demon, he seemed to always follow me.
When helping a spirit I'd see him from the corner of my eye, on occasion he would try to cause trouble. I wouldn't admit it but it was interesting, it was fun, like a game. We got close, we still picked at each other, a lot.

Present day

Another game
They never got old
It's always fun
But this one is different, he took it farther. Now I'm stuck. The scary fact is I find this fun now, I know I should be scared, in the past I would have been scared, but I'm not.
My hands held above my head by chains. He brought me to hell. I'm stuck in his domain. I know he can't really rid my existence completely. I didn't have any feathers left, the last one was in heaven.
I groaned as I tugged on the chains. It didn't work. The door swung open, revealing the demon, himself.

" Hi there my little fallen!" He cheered in a playfully fake happiness. " Let's continue our game, shall we?"
A smirk.
"Let's" I say holding back a growl. " Ya know, I understand demons don't like to play fair, but is chaining me up really necessary? I mean, isn't it more fun when I fight back?"
He grinned, " Well that you are right angel but hmm I seem to enjoy the sight of you like this," he chuckled as I winced at the name. Angel
"But then again, you're not an angel anymore, are you?" That smirk again. He turned me around lifting the back of my shirt to see my scars on my back. The scars only the dead could see, all the pain I hold in my seemingly feel less body.
I gasped, I wasn't afraid, I shouldn't be, I'm already dead. But my scars, not my scars, they're mine, I refuse to share.
I couldn't turn, I couldn't see him, i could only feel his hands on me. I felt as he touch my scar gently, it didn't hurt. Shockingly, I let out a sigh.
He let's my shirt back down, covering them back up, and turns me back around. He had a new look, one I never seen him wear, pain. He looked hurt. He's the only one to see the scars I beared after the tear of my wings, the fall.
" I'm not an angel anymore," I say holding a sob. " I'm a fallen. I have no wings, just the scars of them. I hold the power of an angel, along with the curse of evil and death itself."
He stared at me, he seemed lost and hurt but the words that left my mouth and the scars I still have, I'll forever have.
He cupped my cheek in his hand, closing the distance between us. My eyes widen.
Why!? This is wrong!... but if it was wrong, why does it feel so right? His touch.
It can't be wrong!
I close my eyes and melt into his touch. I felt it again. I felt as if I was falling from heaven again, but it didn't hurt this time, I wasn't scared or pained.
I was falling
Or maybe I already fell and didn't realize
He pulled away, I felt a sting in my chest. My eyes opened to see him staring at me, pink dust on his cheeks, you'd barely be able to tell. I felt my face heat up, it burned, and I knew i was glowing a dark red.
" You're still my angel," he breathed, his hands still on my waist. His cheek grew more red as his eyes darted away, his hands still not leaving my body. " That is if you want to be. Are you my angel?"
I heard the fear in his voice, i felt it. " No."
He gasped, he looked so hurt, how badly I wanted to close the distance and hold him close. " I'm not your angel, I am not angel. I am a fallen. I fell from heaven, I didnt understand why, I do now. I fell for you, I'm your fallen."
For the first time in ages, I smiled a true happy smile, he wore the same one. He hurrily pulled me close in a hug, his face hidden in my neck. I wanted to wrap my arms around him but they were still chained up, this made me giggle.
He looked up realizing why I giggled, he chuckled and undid the chains. Immediately I pulled him close and smashed my lips against his. He was suprised but happily kissed back with a smile.
Suddenly he pulled back with his fittingly devilish smirk. " I do hope you know this is not the last time I'm using those on you, my fallen."
I giggled with a devilish hint in my eyes.
I was definitely meant to be here
With him and only him

I don't remember anything from my life when I was alive and in death I fell twice.

I fell from heaven to land in a demons arms just to fall in love with him.
I'm happy I did
I'm happy with him
I'm happy being his fallen.

The original picture was not mine but
I edited it so that was my finally product, the whole story was mine. I had a idea for this chapter with the help of my boyfriend and as I started writing it turned into this. I'm happy how it turned out so I hope you enjoyed it as well.

Thank you for reading it! More will come soon~