Decendants of Phantasy
It began when she lost her wings. Exiled away from heaven, an outlaw from heaven, hell and earth. She hid herself in a dark cloud, the moist pre-rain soaking her blood-stained white robes. She sat amoungst the clouds, hugging her knees, her dull black hair streaked down her legs. She sat their crying silently.
She remembered the vicious detail of her punishment. There she was, in front of the Grand Lithandriat Fedarious. She cried as her sentence was given and her wings burnt painlessly off her back. With the last bit of her Illegal Magick, she took a piece of the sun and left it in her wake, blinding the officials and giving her time to flee.
That night, while she was sleeping, she fell from the cloud. Her tears trailed behind her unable to catch up. As she fell, the demons felt her danger, her anguish and her terror. They crossed the border of life, past the alternating realms into the solitary universe. They embraced her as she fell filling her with thoughts of happiness. She awoke falling, embraced with the demons. The one holding her, was a handsome human with a tophat and a smile. He offered her a deal in exchange for eternal happiness. The deal was to reseal her wings onto her back, in exchange for her heart. She took the deal and sealed the contract, her heart was his. And with one fell swoop, the demon let go of her and two beautiful white angelwings came forth from her back. She shook them and gave a flap. The wings obeyed and beat down against the air, bringing her back up into the dark rainy clouds.
She smiled and laughed as she ascended through the clouds soaked through. She ascended further into the kingdom of paradise. The guardian angels acted immedately, flying towards her with their moonsteel swords shining in the night. She skipped a breath, her heart stopped beating and her body froze. Her eyes turned an evil shade of red, and her heart emmitted a dark pulsating light that blocked the sun. Her appearance changed, she aged passed the lifespan into a crippled being and her blood once a rich red, ran black. The angels stopped and watched in terror at the image. Tears streamed down her horrified face as she regained the use of her body. She tried to beat her wings and she fell into the darkness, but they stood limp and cripped and did not move.
She dropped, while an echoing laughter filled her head. The angels did not follow. They closed their eyes and went back to their posts. She caught hold onto the dark rainy cloud she had given herself asylum in only a day before. There, in her sleep, she rolled and tumbled recklessly causing lighting and her tears came down as cold rain.
The next sunrise, the angels searched for her and found her mutilated body in a red cloud. Her lungs had collapsed she could not breath properly. They took her from the cloud gently and lifted her into the heavens. She lay before God and he offered her a request. This was her reply. "Torment me with eternal life after death. Erase my memory when my lives end and let me know nothing when I enter this world again. May I continue this everlasting struggle, be till I repent and recede from the contract done. And if after my sentence I ascend up to thee, to return to thine kingdom again."
As she said this, tears fell down her mutilated face as the God passed judgement. He granted her wish. Reborn was she in many forms and days, months, years, centuries and milleniums went by. She took the form of many races, sexes and lived and died accordingly. Until at last she died in the year AH46xx, she ascended up to the ruins that once was heaven. And she waited for him to pass judgement on her again. Time passed, and was destroyed. The living beings long gone from existence, wiped clean. And still she waited, spiritual being in the ruins that once was heaven. She never slept and never moved from that one spot until, even after the living universe and even the dead have been erased from existence she wasted away, into the darkness that once was the ruins of heaven.
=Fin=
Author Notes: The first half of the story was hard to think up, since I was doing it on the spot. I struggled alot during the first bits ^^;;. The second half though you'll probably notice runs alot smoother and makes more sense than the latter. I wrote the second half after I had a fight with my old man, and for some reason the story just came out alot smoother. Hope you enjoy it, Comment me <3
Regards - Shadows-paw
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