SERVANT OF EVIL | Evillious Chronicles | 1

Most of the time he wasn't sure whether he was entirely going insane; or if he is missing her and he had simply been truly dying of heartbreak; but even now, he could see the face of his sister just looking at him with her eyes, beeming a light, almost loving smile at him. Her blonde hair had moved gently in the coming wind of the storm.
He hadn't heard her genuine voice in such a long time either; though sometimes, he could have sworn he'd heard her whisper to him and felt her caress his hair.

He'd thought of how she had probably changed, whether it was for bad or for good; that hadn't mattered to him nearly at all. He just wanted to see her. Alexiel had felt physical pain somewhere on the left side of his chest at the mere thought of looking straight inside her eyes again. Then again, he didn't even know if he would be allowed to hug her when he meets her; it had been such an awfully long amount of time since the last time after all.

He'd almost already felt how his arms were wrapping all around her all over again, beginning to hold her tight in his brotherly grasp. Alexiel didn't realize that his hand was really going through his own hair, as he invisioned caressing her locks instead, and suddenly he'd gasped slightly.

"I'll be seeing you soon, my dear sister," Alexiel had whispered in his current raspy voice into his room, just motionlessly staring at the dark ceiling.