angels and demons|| a taekook fanfic

5. life on earth pt. 2

The church slowly empties as the day comes to an end.

Standing in this mortal realm, surrounded by humans with small dreams and small lives, is suffocating. As much as I try to be okay with it, I'm not. I'm dying, little by little, every day. There is nothing I can do to stop it.

The death of angels is unlike the ones of mortals. In humans, their physical bodies may die and decay, but their soul remains, to once again be reborn and so continues the Wheel of Life.

We angels don't have souls. When we die, we stop existing altogether, no trace, no mark of us remains.

I used to think I was superior to humans. Yet, here I am. Sitting in the shrine of God, yet as far away from Him than I have ever been.

My hands play the harp as effortlessly as the earth revolves. The angelic music, my only true connection to my home, floods the church hall, with no one to hear it. Or so I think.

"I've been seeing you here for almost a year now. But I still cannot believe the beauty your hands are capable of creating,", rings the voice of the priest, as if it were an echo but not quite, "You seem wiser than your years."

Stupid humans. I am older than you can ever hope to live. I am wiser than the greatest human and stronger than the strength of every man and woman combined. And you speak of me as if I am a child?

"You flatter me, Father.", I say, with a faint smile. If there's one thing I've learned in the mortal realm, it is that inflicting superiority upon anyone is never beneficial. Apparently, I know less about humans than I thought.

The priest smiles. "It's getting late. You should sleep.", he says, with such a genuine fatherly concern shining in his eyes that for once, I cannot even think of something bad to silently complain about. Humans are useless, but they are getting to me.

I nod and get up. A soft note is heard as my fingers brush the strings while I do.

I'm lost in thoughts as I slowly make my way through the halls to the sleeping quarters. I open the door to my room, unaware of the dark figure standing next to my bed. It is as I close my door that I sense him. I feel it in my bones, and even before I can see who it is, my whole body shakes with silent rage. I don't even know his name. But I don't need to put a name to that face, as long as I can smash it with my own hands.

"It's been a while, Taehyung.", as if sensing my thoughts and wanting to torment me more for them.

The same sickeningly sweet smile adorns his face, like the one he had the time he had mercilessly taken claim of my wings.