-Back then, the Volturi had locked within the tower an angel. Their angel. He was perfect in every way, with hair a sandy blonde, eyes a shining, happy silver, skin a nice shade of beige with wings an abyss like black. He was their angel. And they r...
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Their angel loved to sing, within his high tower. His voice deep and soulful, sorrow and despair leaking from his voice like pure honey on silk. His song drew the attention of the vampires within the castle, and they all loved to hear him sing.
The Kings were most calm in those times, when their angel would sing. But they hated to hear his voice so deep, and hated to hear his songs anout despair, yearning and the coming of hope, when it was their hope for a good, functioning mate that was taken away from them. They hated that they loved him, they hated that they found him beautiful when he smiled at them, that they found it sad that the angel loved them even when they hurt him.
The angel sung for the last time, during one of the coldest nights of the year. His song was one of deep pain, filled with insecurity, emotional anguish and soul deep hurt. For the angel had been betrayed by his mates for the first time. They bedded three women, and they married them, made them their Queens.
The Kings came to the tower that night, once the song was over, and they choked their mate until his vocal cords were destroyed, his tongue torn out, and his voice was forever taken away.
The vampires of the castle mourned the loss of the voice, mourned the happiness that came from hearing that pure voice echo through the castle walls. The kings, however, smiled. Silence at last.
THE THREE KINGS SILENCED THE ANGEL, AND THE ANGEL'S SONG WAS STOPPED. SO THE ANGEL LOOKED TO THE SKY AGAIN, AND WISHED HE COULD HAVE WHAT HE KNEW HE COULD NOT. LOVE.
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