Forgive me, Master, for I have failed.
Perhaps it is best that I am about to die.
What? Are you...God?
No... I am one of his servants.
Why have you compared me to the Holy One?
Are you also one of His children?
Me? I am one who performs his deeds in the shadows.
I compare you to Him because yours is the only pure light in this bloodied field.
Only the purest of pure remain untainted here.
Unlike me.
What do you mean?
Are you saying that a creature as beautiful as yourself isn't pure?
Look at me.
Look at where we are.
How can someone such as I, covered in blood, be pure?
If I am anything, I am tainted.
You are an angel.
A gorgeous angel in the midst of so much pain.
Angels do not cause pain.
Angels do not cause needless deaths.
An avenging angel does.
I meant real angels.
Such as yourself.
I am not an angel.
I am merely a servant, a lowly earthly vessel.
I am none of that.
I am most certainly not an angel.
Nor will I ever be.
I am only a pawn, used to carry out my Master's wishes.
You can be my angel.
My guardian angel.
Will you lead this fallen angel out of his bloody hell?
Of course.
Take me hand and follow me.
Follow me on the path in search of your destiny.
 Synful Nocturne · Mon Nov 19, 2007 @ 09:05pm · 0 Comments |
