HE WAS AN ANGEL [1]

AN ANGEL'S FALL

They would call their loss "The Fall of Casspain" centuries later, when they finally understand just what they had caused. The three Kings frame the letter and hang it above the tall portrait of their angel, and they weep for their loss, and weep for their foolishness.

The angel had torn the bars from his window, and had thrown his body out through it. His body hit the ground, his head decapitated and hanging through the winow by the metal collar that was so tightly against the strong, muscled throat of the angel.

The vampires of the Volturi could only stare in absolute horror at the state of the one they had listened to, the one whose presence gave warmth to the whole castle, even in the angel's sorrow. Six viciously jagged, never healed and constantly bleeding wounds where six abyss wings once were, his entire body covered in blacks, purples, blues and yellows, with scars on every visible part of skin. A headless body. The vampires looked up to the tower' where the head still hung, with his sandy blonde hair that was once shoulder length, wide silver eyes a bloody, peaceful smile. The face, while ethereal in it's beauty, was just as bruised.

The Kings ruined the mate that was the gift to them from God, theirs to cherish, to love and to care for. What they had done was torture him, break him, cause him agony that would have lasted him an eternity if he had stayed alive still, and then they betrayed him. They took on wives, named then the "Volturi Queens" and gave them power while they kept their mate locked in chains, where they tortured him and broke him even further.

The Volturi lost more then half of the guard that day, as the love they held for the angel who protected them from the darkness and the icy cold of their existance was far stronger then any other. They were grateful, and in the dept of the angel who had saved them from their own darkness, and as they saw the state of who they had looked uo to seeing, or hearing once upon a time, and feeling his presence in the gardens or the most dark of the castle walls, they made a vow.

If the angel was to ever be reborn, in a human or any other kind of being in their lifetime, they will protect him. They will stay together, and they will search for him for an eternity, if they needed to. Their name shall be The Casspain Company.

The angel woke in the darkness, his eyes no longer silver but pure, melted gold, and hair no longer sandy but a silvery blonde. Gold eyes met Gold, and two brothers met again, the Fallen and the Betrayed, two brothers whose fates were always tied together, bound to meet every time one felt their ending was near. Two brothers, where one was Brave and Viciously Intelligent, the other Strong and Eternally Calculating. They perfected eachother in a way no one could perfect anyone. And Lucifer held his hand before Casspain, two pairs of golden eyes meeting once again, as the younger brother placed his hand within the hand of the Devil, and finally welcomed his Fate as the Four Horsemen.

The three kings sped to the high tower, their souls screaming in agony, and once they saw him they stopped. A head hanging from the window, a body on the ground. This was their angel. The angel they had killed. The angel they betrayeld. Their mate. Their mate was gone. Their mate had passed. Fallen.

They knew, this morning, when they felt the castle brighten, that something was wrong. They knew that their mate felt happy, and that forced them into an unwanted feeling of comfort and relaxation, that, when they heard the sound of his body hitting the ground, they were too late. Their angel was ruined. They had destroyed him, and as they came together to his body and laid their hands on him together, they finally saw everything.

It was like a moving picture presentation, with sound and colour, emotions and thoughts. And what they saw and felt was everything, from their angel's point of view. Every hit, every word, every betreyal and the wings. They felt the agony, the loss the grief, the dying of love, of dreams and of hope. And then, they came to the end, where they felt the content, soft feeling of resignation, of reawakened hope, of the sight of God, whose words to his son were unknown to the Kings, but to their angel they saw understanding and sadness. And then, they watched the moment of their angel's death. The decapitation, fast, painful but not felt by their angel in any way, and then darkness.

The kings went to the high tower's cell, and there fount the letter that their angel left, and it was the first time they had seen his handrwiting, despite having him for more then half a millenia. The first time learning his name, too. And the Kings felt the sorrof and the guilt finally come, and they wished they could weep, as their angel had.

Dear mates,
It has been amost a full millenium since we had met, and I can never look at that meeting fondly. It is to my heart's sorrow that I can never love you for your deeds to me have broken all I could ever have felt.

You had broken my hope first, by your imprisonment, your selfish destruction of my voice, and your need to possess me but hurt me, because you could not come to terms with loving me as I was created. You had betrayed me as no mate should ever betray their other half. You took those three women and you gave them power, made them yours, but all you ever did to me, who you were made for, was destroy me and all I held dear.

You took my wings, which are a part of an angel's soul, and you cursed me with eternal pain and suffering, and as such you destroyed my dreams.

You showed disdain to my emotions for my fallen kin, whose abandonment and loss I nor anyone could fault, and told me I was at to blame, that I was useless and that my people don't matter. You destroyed my emotions, and killed the love that had somehow still been alive within me at that time, even after everything.

All I have to say is, Was it worth it? For the three of you, might kings, was it all worth it? Maybe my death won't affect you, if your own actions against me never have. Maybe my death won't matter, and you'll have your Queens to satisfy you in ways you would never lower yourself to satisfy with me, your own mate.

In the end, this world is not what you want it to be. It is what you make it. So if you wished hard enough, and I'm sure you three had, your problems might just disappear. So, I shall help with that, seeing as I am the problem.

This is a goodbye, and a promise.
If I ever wake again, in this world, and we ever meet again, your actions will be paid back in full. For I am an angel,a Son of God, and I was once Mighty, until I fell for you. And I shall forever feel sorrow for making such a mistake.
Once Yours and Eternally Resting,
CASSPAIN.

SEQUEL  is  NOW A DEVIL [2]
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