There are many fragments of what I depict to be memories in my nightmares. I do not know if they really are thoughts of a possible past life, but everything seems so... familiar, as if I had lived it before.
I can see wings contrasting each other- one beautiful, large pair of white on the back of a handsome, godly creature. The others are planted on the back of a girl, black and webbed and mourning.
Angels and devils, however, are just beings included in the fables that village kids shared around the fire. How could they possibly have been... real?
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separate, separate, they must always be apart, they said. but opposites attract in the most bittersweet way.
separate, separate, they tried to do.
but if truly it is meant to be, then the gods deem them together.
Every time I close my eyes, I see a flash of the past. Sometimes, I see the battlefield with bodies at every step, and smoke from artillery fire everywhere you looked. Sometimes I see friends, Odin, Michael, and even Azazel. But most of the time, I see a creature feared by all with blood red eyes and teeth as sharp as its claws. That creature is me, I fought in The Great War and I won it leaving behind a Legend told by all, a Legend that I left behind because of my sheer stupidity. However, Legends never die, and I'm no different. So I will return to amend mistakes and dethrone tyrants such as Lucifer. They feared me once, they will fear me again.