It was half a millenia before the angel felt the loss of his kin. Their fall to Hell and God's abandonment of the angels and all of humanity. And so, the angel felt his heart turn grey, his tears fall again, and surrendered himself to the screams of his kin and to the agony of his soul's loss of not only his wings but also his humanity.
The Three Kings came to see their mate again, after a century of abandonment, and found him hanging still, like he always did, when they came to see him. The expression on their mate's face was one of unexplainable agony, and Aro touched him again, and saw the fall of an entire race of beings, whose screams of agony were echoed by the mental anguish and eternal agony of their own angel.
The angel's sorrow was met with Aro's disdain, physical bruises and new scars to join the ones they had already created. The agony of the angel was a never ending loop, a constant repetition of abuse and the angel's final straw.
The angel didn't smile to the Kings again, after that visit. He didn't look at them, he didn't look happy to see them. He only ever looked absolutely defeated. Worn down, torn up from the inside so viciously he was deteriorating on a soul deep level. The angel knew his soul was warping, to join his kin in a new existance, to join his oldest brother in Hell, and the angel felt his loss echo within his hear as his love for the kings finally died, as the three vampires bit him, hit him, destroyed his body again and again and again, tearing his skin, breaking his bones, and then going a level down, to where they kept their wives, and forced him to listen to them use the three vampire Queens, and break his mind, his soul and his resolve.
The angel looked through the barred window, and he smiled a bloody smile, his eyes wild and filled with insane rage and dark, sadistic glee. Because the angel had a plan to join his kin.
THE ANGEL'S KIN FALLS, THEIR FATHER ABANDONS THEM FOREVER, LUCIFER BIDES HIS TIME, WAITING FOR HIS YOUNGER BROTHER. THE THREE KINGS LOSE THEIR MATE WITHOUT THEIR KNOWLEDGE, AS HE PLANS TO SHOW THEM THE PAIN THAT THEY HAD SHOWN HIM. LOSS.
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HE WAS AN ANGEL [1]
Fiksi Penggemar-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...