The Shattered Night

26| Aylin

Love is a complicated idea.

I know that for a fact. You can either have love or not, keep it or not keep it. You can sell your body and soul to your enemy and get back your brightest star. You decide how you want to play this game, this game of twists and turns that can turn your heart to darkness full of hate. There are too many options with love, so do what you want. Throw it away if you like.

Just let me tell you this.

In the very end, no matter how hard you try, this little game you decide to play will get you nowhere.

To some, love can be your salvation and warmth. The fire spreads towards your body into your heart and ignites your mind like burning embers that shine in the night. It can be your one and only blissful moment where you know everything will be alright. The moment where you feel as if you belong. Yes, that is true. But you see, it also is only part of the fact. Part of the endless possibilities that love can give you. I could even go as far as saying this one limitless choice is impossible to hold on for so long. Think of it as hanging onto a cliff that will disassemble at any moment. If you do end up with this option, how lucky you can say you are. How lucky. You can believe what you want, but nevertheless, the horror is still there.

If I were to explain, love can be way more than just fire I tell you. Love can be hell.

You see, once upon a time an Angel and Devil fell in love.

It did not end well.

That old saying opposites attract didn't work ideally in this case of two tragic lovers. It was just heartbreaking that the pair of beings were just made incompatible with each other. One was from heaven and one was from hell. One was considered holy and one was made of evil. One from the ruler of blissful eternity and the other coming from Lucifer himself.

Different. Just too different.

I guess you could say the same theme applied with me. Correction. Us.

The truth is simple, the truth is here. Sadly it cannot be denied no matter how much one can try. Willpower has no place in this division between black and white where no one can cross the borders.

Someone once said to me, "welcome to Heaven, Angel."

You see that was a statement that should not have come out of his mouth. Welcome. Welcome back to the home we were banished from. Such a pity that came down on us on that day. It will be one that everyone of us will remember. Every one of us burns with rage with the memory of that moment. The moment we became cold and merciless. The moment we had lost.

They expected us to hide away, they expected us to run. But no. We did none of that. The anger still courses through our veins like a running waterfall that will not fall until it's vengeance was taken. It rushes through nature and destroys everything that comes its way. Rage was its name. The name of its fury that would not cease. Because you see, that waterfall was us.

Yes. It is true. Very true. True enough that no one would lay a finger on it.

The last line is very simple.

We are the Fallen Angel's, and we do not get along with the gods.

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A shiver of wind creeps up my back. The moonlight dawns upon the midnight sky like a blanket of black storm, the motion calling my Black magic to start curling its way around me.

It is late at night, the time where our powers all grow stronger. The emotion we experience linking with the darkness that our kind have all become so long ago. That same darkness wrapped around our hearts, and caged out any red that was still beating. The scarlet that consisted of happiness and compassion. Those two words are foreign to the Fallen Angels now. We have not heard or spoken of it for so long, that the syllables sound strange on my tongue. In fact, any theme related to light has been banished for us. Instead, we replace our heavens with sins and cruelty that will forever be our friend. Our salvation.