˜”*°•. It cut like knives, an air so cold. It fell like leaves, a hope so weak. Memories of nostalgia evoked, but burning in the hostile flames of wrath. Anger and hate -- the treason impossible to forgive // for God had abandoned her, punished her, and for what ? --. It’d poured upon her like a trembling flood -- the injustice, the confusion --. And the question would echo louder and louder inside her head, more and more aggressive, demanding. He’d locked her away for what ? And everything would collapse as if by enchantment. Everything would shrivel up under her touch. The Darkness, the evil, the disaster, the death. But in the end, everything was just a title. A role.
❝ You still care for him. ❞ A statement, a bitter truth. The fallen, the banished, the abandoned still following him. GOD. The powerful, the flawless, the divine. He could punish, he could hurt, he could end, he could start -- and all without a consequence // everyone still adoring him --. ❝ Somehow. Despite everything he’s done…❞ Jealousy fierce as the fires, condemning the archangel into a lifetime of anger. They were similar, their stories sharing the same bitterness, the same fault -- And yet, they were standing on opposite sides. Fighting against each other for the sake of his love. His attention. His acceptance.
❝ I care for him as well. ❞ But like a glimmering star beaming, shining alone in the darkest of skies, this care was simply too… vulnerable. ❝ But you must know that already. Or else, you wouldn’t be here. ❞
𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔵 @anthiteus
