[ COMPLETED ] Do you think that every fallen angel fell from Heaven out of their own Will? Xachariel, the youngest of the four brother, was too young to fathom Lucifer's deceptive schemes; too innocent to fathom that evilness could ever be in heaven... And least of all from the Most Adored, The Son Of Dawn. Innocent and ignorant, he pledged his service and loyalty to his most trusted brother, Lucifer, unaware of the consequences - that this pledge would seal his soul from heaven forever. Hope and redemption were beyond reach for Xachariel, or at least he thought so. But why does he keep looking towards the East, where the Sun doth rise? _______________________________ I wonder if Father ever think of me as often as I do of Him. Or has He forgotten me? And what of my brothers? Michael? Gabriel? Have they all forgotten me? Vera? ★ The story of a young angel who fell with Lucifer. _______________________________ ★ Rewritten version Previously known as The Reasons Beyond The Pines. ★ Honorable Mention - Jo Awards 2017 ★ Honorable Mention - August 2017 Undiscovered Writers Award. -------------- "This story may be short but the meaning behind is so deep. I love it and you write well!" - forevepancakes "Amazing. Just amazing. The emotions. The imagery. This is damn magnificent" - AbbySparks34 "THE REASON BEYOND THE PINES is an ingenious work of art...." - Sankhayao .

Once upon a time, Day fell in love with the Night, and everything became chaos. ::::::: Highest Rank Short Story : #68

We all are the same, yet all different. But we all go through the same things: light, darkness, life, death, time, love... We get lost. But that's what this book is here for. When you don't know what to think, when you are looking for comfort and shelter, and a way out of misery; Come here. Maybe you'd find words that speak to you in ways they never have.

He's ready and he's coming for you. Copyright © olympis 2016

EVERYBODY DIES IN THE NAME OF LOVE © 2016 opheliacs [99 - ss]

LOVE WAS NEVER MEANT FOR MONSTERS © 2017 opheliacs [43 - poe]

In which glory comes from blood stained hands. Copyright © olympis 2016

Cover by -stellae "golden child, unconquerable king, how does it feel to hold the world in the palm of your hands only to have it slip between your fingers because of her?" -Ruination

Clips from the Empathic realm that I explore on a daily basis. Most thought she was escaping. Most thought she was crazy. Others? They thought she was plain out zany. She wasn't escaping, she was visiting. She wasn't crazy, she was imaginative. Excerpt Pretty colours, etched onto the sky. Pretty colours, dancing up high. Shades, creating a beautiful harmony. Shades, playing a melodical symphony. Sky, as a canvas. Sky, medium for the artistic universe. Sunsets, beautifully ending the day. Sunsets, never sad, mad, or gay.

"Do you know what to do, Amunet?" A voice as sweet as silk whispered into the young girl's ear. Amunet didn't look over her shoulder, but shifted uncomfortably on her bare feet before nodding her head. A soft hand touched her back and urged her forward. All eyes turned towards the girl dressed in transparent linen with her dark hair tumbling down her back and her violet eyes lined by kohl. Every movement caused the jewels on her wrists and ankles to dangle and shimmer in the light. She raised her head and found the Pharaoh's transfixed stare. His jade eyes narrowed in on hers and the room became still and silent. Amunet bowed and, at the pluck of a harp string, began to dance. --- DISCLAIMER: this story is NOT historically accurate. It does not take place in any real time period and therefore there will be inaccuracies and areas that don't make sense in the context of "ancient Egypt." CONTENT WARNING: though this story is not explicit (sexual or otherwise), it does mention more mature themes that may be troubling to some readers, including but not limited to forced prostitution and miscarriage. cover by @Addietay