ALEXANDRA
what was it? The fall? Of what exactly?
The fall of angels.
With the first blast alone half of the kingdom was engulfed in raging Fire. Ironically, the smoke was screaming to the heavens for a chance to breathe. The rampage was vast, the bodies were endless.
It was greatly noticeable that something wicked had made it's way down the skies, just as the markings were obvious.
In a thousand years, no eyes could imagine such place that it's every essence was beauty, turn into what Alexandra was seeing with her eyes that moment.
The ground underneath was trembling causing her to stumble in her steps. Ray's mother ran to catch up with her, and pulled her shoulders with a stiff yank.
All Alexy's soul ached to do was to catch a glance of the man her heart hoped deeply for his safety, but the arms on her shoulders were relentless.
All she could do was hope, but to no satisfaction knowing well that the strange man that she had met somewhere along the line was out there in the mist of whatever was happening. Fighting.
There came another blast, but this one was louder.
Throwing her off her feets as she ran for hopeful Safety. The air was knocked out from her chest as she fell to the floor.A strong hand jerked her off to her feet and continued to pull her forward.
She ran until she was behind closed doors which seemed secure at the Moment. Ray's mother looked terrified, holding a blade with both hands.
The doors flew open as monstrous looking animals came rushing in, with what looked like demons and their back, holding swords, that could slice a head, without even much effort.
Ray's mother without taking time to think, tackled one of the hideous looking horses, slicing off it's neck with a clean cut, the flipping her legs at the face of her attacker.
Her efforts was barely useful because each one she killed was replaced by a vast number of them, until she was hit, face first to the floor.
With her down all ill looking eyes were replaced to Alexandra, who stood perplexed.
Before she could run for it a large net was tossed over her head, like a fish. She jerked, pushed and pulled but couldn't get out.
Ray!!!!
Ray!!!
She cried out of breath.
Realising there was nothing she could do at the moment. She was dragged out of the building, with her back against the floor, every now and then feeling herself being pulled over unmoving bodies or hard bricks.
She tried desperately to maneuver,
And from the small glass she saw, was one of destruction and chaos.
Who had ever imagined Heaven in such disarray.
Her stiff body was lifted and put over the soldier of a large, hard and muscular body.
Already having a feeling it was him... Their King.
Just a wrong move and her life would be over.
Finally, she saw him.
Ray?
Who was stabbed in the chest
His face was pale,
Skin glowing White as ever
The colour red hit her hard in the head, as her eyes focused on the blood streaming down his red lips.
That moment felt like she had been cut, deeper than every wound that could ever hurt. Her eyes gleamed, with tears, struggling to make it's way out, almost choking her, as she withheld a grevious whale.
This just couldn't be.
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