The Fallen Angel
"Lord What is my task"!?
"Gabriel, My Warrior, I am sending you to earth as a Human. Learn there ways and Help me rid there minds of The Fallens tempting Sins"
"But Lord How am I to do that"!?
"I shall send you with twenty daggers, one for each finger and toe, and A mouth full of needles.
"Lord, The Mundanes...they have guns...what Am I to do for that"!!?
"You are the Angel of fire my Warrior...use it"!!
In the night, it's here again
I hear the sounds of strangest things
How could anyone sleep in this noise
Footsteps, weeping, the howling of wind
Chill of soul and coldness of heart
Whispers tell of merciless faiths
A shiver is running down my back
As I hear the voice-like sound closing up...
Convincing, it's not, to tell of logic
When in the night you hear someone breathe
When in the midnight you see a shadow
And in the darkness the glow of eyes...
Snapping, creaking, stepping, cracking
Fear can't describe the panicking feel
Just close your eyes though it's coming closer
And tell yourself that the sound isn't real...
Here he comes, that selfish, arrogant, cocky asswipe, who thought she was his, and no one else's. He struts towards her, his handsome face smiling ever so wryly, as if he had won the lottery, and was simply being smug about it.
He approaches, making a move to rub the side of her face. Surprisingly, she doesn't budge; he's quite surprised. Normally, she would writhe from his touch, a dolphin not quite in love with the eel. He becomes even more surprised when she returns the gesture; her helm is smooth like polished porcelain, her white fur short and oh so soft. He finds himself flinching slightly from the rather pleasurable sensation.
Without a word, she walks not even turning to him - he follows, of course. It was only natural to chase what you couldn't have, to try and grab it, capture it, put it in a pretty little jar and call it yours. She doesn't seem to be in any rush to get away however; she keeps an even pace, confidence in every step.
