°Black Oath° (RusPhil) Completed✓

Chapter 6

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO PLEASE BE OPEN MINDED OF WRONG GRAMMARS, MISTAKES, AND ERRORS

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No one's POV

Martial always loved his brother. He always pictured his brother as the perfect sibling, loyal, lovely and caring. Never did he thought that one day,  he would feel disappointed and think that little Philip is a disgrace to the Angels.

Why Philip?

Why would sell yourself to the Devil himself just for a mere mortal? How much impact did he put on you? Do you really need him to the point that you would sell your life? Am I not enough?

These thoughts would fill Martial's head and everyday as he watched his brother fulfill every wishes that damn mortal would like.

Martial fell deep with anxiety, thinking that he failed as a brother, and an angel to the younger.

He stood up and wiped his tears harshly. He passed the marbled golden halls of the kingdom filled with deafening silence.

He never felt this utter rage before and for whom it is? Suddenly, he felt this menacing tug of dangerous aura.

His head quickly turned to look at a red velvet chest. The outer was decorated with maroon strikes with two red snakes twirled together.

Unknowingly to him, his feet dragged him near the box, now face to face with the chest. His breath began to quicken as his heart raced. His fingers twitched uncontrollably.

"Pandora's Box......" He whispered, slowly raising his hand, touching the smooth but rough texture, it was weird. "I hope you have the answers of what I should do..."

He opened the chest. He was surprised to see a black hand gun. Something was pulling him, it was so magnetic. He brushed his fingers to the weapon before gripping it.

"Time to pay a visit"

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Russia was humming to himself, a soft smile tugged on his lips as he poured his boiled water onto his ceramic teapot with a mint tea bag. Soon after, he placed the kettle down and carried the china to the living room.

But as he passed down the quiet and dim walls, he felt like he was being watched. The place was cold and the atmosphere was dangerous and heavy.

He paused for a second, whipping his head around him to see if someone was there. He pursed his lips "hello? Is there's someone here?" His voice echoed throughout the silent house.

He wanted to laugh at himself, I mean he was the only one there..

Shrugging it off, he continued to walk, whistling a song. He continued to walk but a small frown formed on his face.

When did the halls became so long??

His whistle slowly came to a stop since he didn't know the next part but his blood ran cold and the world froze when he heard the whistle of the next song...behind him.

His eyes widened when he saw a shadow looming over him with large majestic wings. He hesitated to look at the being nevertheless turned to look around.

That was the last thing he saw.

An angel with the similar appearance of his beloved, only an angel with a different aura and color. The angel smiled sadistically, Russia could die at his dangerous aura.

His eyes shone bright gold especially on his right eye, it reminded the mortal of when he and Maharlika fist met. Russia noticed the Angel holding a shiny black hand gun that screamed death

The Angel chuckled before pulling the trigger. The Angry judgement of arrow, penetrated the black stained- bridegroom.

A loud bang erupted through the forest, birds flew away from their trees.

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Maharlika just arrived from the market. She didn't know why but she could bring herself to open the door.

First thing she noticed was that the house was dark, Second, it was eerily quiet, and third, she hasn't heard her lovers loud singing.

Something was wrong.

Summoning up her courage, she stood up, regained her posture and opened the door. But as soon as she did, her eyes widened with horror and utter fear. She dropped the bag of groceries, her shaking hands covered her mouth, tears began to prickle her eyes.

It was a horrible sight. Her favorite China set was a broken to pieces, tea all over the floor, but what scared her was Russia, covered in his own blood.

She rushed to his side. She whimpered at the contact of Russia's cold skin. She carefully placed his head on her lap, her tears flowing down her cheeks.

He looked so pale. So dead. She bit her bottom lip as she sobbed quietly.

She cried alone in the dark room as she pressed her face on her lover's cold chest. She pulled away and sniffled before smiling lightly

My dear lying cold...

She caressed his cold cheeks

I will spend all my life as I swore on that day...

Maharlika's cheeks flushed, her head felt heavy as it aches. She bursted out in tears again.

My sin against God...

She inches a bit closer, their lips merely apart.

All my acts of treachery should be paid by my death..

She placed a soft kiss against the dead's chapped lips

The wingless fallen angel, released himself from the contract with the devil.

So I will die for you..

But in exchange for his beloved's life, Philip offered his other wing. He left only one black feather behind as Russia's eyes began to open, his sapphire orbs shone with exhaustion.

I believe

That's my fate...

Maharlika faced began to deform, the red bow on her hair fell as her hair shorten revealing the same angel Russia met..

Russia's brows met "Philip?"

Philip cried with a smile.

Yes, he saved the young man's life but since he was rendered powerless considering that he both offered his wings,

He vanished away, the small black feather danced with the wind.

Russia's eyes widened in realization. His breath hitched, his heart pounded heavily against his ribcage, his tears prickled his eyes.

His hands waved what's in front of him, to feel if Maharlika no, Philip was there but of course felt nothing.

"No, no, no, no...NO!"

He crouched down and curled into a ball. He cried his heart out till his throat felt like it run dry, his chest felt like it was about to explode, his would bleed and burn. His hands shook, he didn't even bother to wipe his tears and snot away.

He lost his loved one. He left his fiance. He cheated. How awful was he?

The wingless fallen angel and the sinful stained bridegroom, both fell into despair.

Even after falling into the abyss, the vows' wedge entwine them, retaining their unforgivable sin.

But hope still lingered through the air. When the fruit of sin falls into decay, They can meet again.

Redear gripped the red glowing apple in his hands..

Till then..

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Whoookey, the story has officially ended! I hope you enjoyed this short story<3

-Author-