concept: in which your guardian angel wishes nothing but misfortune for youājust to keep you.
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āa/n: well no one asked for a concept and I wanna post smth so here it is!! enjoyyyyy~
side note, i tried to be vague on what religion this story is referencing to so you yourself can implement your preferred beliefs, but unfortunately, catholicism still carried some weights in this one. sorry!! i tried my best dlfkfsdl
ātw / tags: gn reader, implied loved one(s) death(s), implied killing, heavy religious themes, grief, horror,Ā body horror, teratophilia, exophilia, general yandere themes, sfw.
āfeatured character(s):Ā the guardian angel / the angel, the (unfortunate) priest
A piercing wail erupted from the depths of your throat as you crumbled to the floor, shrieking into your phone, āNo, no, nonono! No!ā
Sobs wracked your body so hard the sounds emerged as tiny high-pitched squeaks. Tears blurred your vision to near blindness, distorting the colors into blobs of grey. Your breaths came so harshly they scorched your lungs.
Curling into a ball, you lost control and hyperventilated. With wild abandon, you pounded your fist on the cold tiled floor and released inhuman cries of agony. Something throbbed where your knuckles had split open, staining the hard ceramic surface with your blood, yet you felt nothing. Numbness drenched the overwhelming misery and panic, and your world creased its spinning.
They were goneāevery single one of them.
Distantly, a voice, laced with sympathy, pleaded with you not to hang up the phone. Without hesitation, your battered hand moved on its own accordĀ to end the call. You sat there, head between your knees, as you let the device to slip away to clatter and crack against the floor.
Now, there was nothing left, nothing but the hollowing emptiness that gaped deep within your pounding chest, where the love of your life had once filled and kept it warm. Memories of their smiles faded as tears stung your swollen eyes. Wheezing sobs continued to fill the room, oblivious to a strange distortion perching on your bowed back to comfort you.
The funeral was a somber affair, a closed-casket viewing attended by strangers. You remained quiet throughout the priestās recitation of the psalms, disregarding the whispered condolences offered your way. It took every ounce of your strength not to jump into that casket and howl your grief.
āPoor thingā¦ā one attendant murmured to another, āthis makes it the fifth loss in this year alone, doesnāt it?ā
The other attendant responded sympathetically, stealing a brief glance in your direction. Anger flared within you, only to fade just as quickly when you felt something brush against your bare neck; feather-soft, cold and intangible. You tensed.
This was not the first time you had experienced these strange sensationsāthese invisible touches. At times, it would gently trace down your skin, soothing like a caress on the back of your hand, or enveloping you like an embrace around your waist. But, it always felt as though it was petting you with a sharp, scalpel-like claw, sharp and unyielding. These sensations left behind only cold goosebumps and an increasing sense that something was extremely wrong.
Once, you thought it might be the ghost of your loved oneābut even you knew such possibilities were ludicrous. It could be your mind breaking apart under the weight of so many consecutive tragedies; less than a year felt like a lifetime of pain. And, by certain, their touches had never felt soā¦disgusting and inhuman.
There were moments where the hairs on the back of your neck bristled and you heard the faint disembodied crooning, words too indistinct for you to understand. Yet, it vaguely resembled a demonic chorus, singing some eerie song. The lingering echoes, you thought, was just an auditory hallucinations brought on by intense grief.
The phenomena worsened each loss you suffered though. These unseen presences grew more persistent and suffocating, clinging to you like a shroud of darkness. Your instincts would scream at you to fleeābut how could you escape from something you donāt even know was there?
Rubbing unconsciously where the invisible entity touched you, you remained in your seat, fixated on the casket. As you waited for the priest to conclude his prayer for the departed soulās safe passage to the afterlife, you lifelessly watched mourners rising from their seats to form a line to pay their respects.
Your mind was numbed by both exhaustion and sorrow to even count them all.
After the attendants withdrew for the impending burial, the priest motioned for you to join him. A gentleāyet strangely tight smile formed on his lips, as he spoke, āWould you mind returning here after the burial? Iād like a word with you.ā
You furrowed your brows at the priest's unusual request but nodded, your agreement barely audible. Whatever he had to say couldnāt possibly be more harrowing than the lonely hell you were enduring. Quietly, you promised to return.
After the burial, once the guests departed for the wake, you found yourself alone in the cemetery. An ache gnawed at your heart as you forced yourself to walk back to the ever-looming church. As soon as you stepped inside the holy building, something strange caught the corner of your eyes.
Startled, you pivoted to see what it was.
But, there was nothing there, just the endless rows of gravestones scattered across the green grass. Your muscles taut with unease, you shook your head and drew a deep, heavy breath. Your sanity was fraying to a snapping point, you thought to yourself.
The weighty doors thudded shut behind you, the sound reverberating thunderously throughout the silent sanctuary, nearly jumping you out of your skin. Following the abrupt noise, you heard a voice beckoning you to follow, as the priest shuffled his feet down the aisle.
You couldnāt help but to notice the nervousness in his steps.
Closing the distance between you, he ushered you past the archway and toward the altar of the churchās fallen deity. Lightheaded and worried at the haste and anxiety he displayed, you allowed him to lead you to a room in the rear of the sanctuary. Rashly, he locked the door behind you and stood there stiffly, pressing his ear against the wooden surface.
āFatherā¦?ā You glanced at him, fear swelling up at his odd behavior.
His shoulders tensed upon your hesitant voice and he turned to face you, his eyes filled with unmasked horror. Swiftly, the priest made a sign of the cross and whispered a prayer. With a shuddering sigh, he returned his attention to you.
Before you could open your mouth to demand an explanation, he cut in with urgency.
āTell me, my child, what do you know of the guardian angel?ā
Perplexed, you blinked until his urgent words seeped into your mind. Swallowing thickly, you replied in a hoarse voice, stifling the swelling grief in your breast, āThey are meant to protect and to guide you in the times of strife and tribulations.ā
He fell silent for a moment, then parted his trembling lips, āThen tell me, my child, why has yours only destroyed? Why did it regard you with such a perverse gaze?ā
āIā¦what?ā You gaped, a cracked laughter escaping your lips in an unhinged melody.
Had this man lost his mind?
What could he possibly mean? How could this man assume that the loss of your family was the work of divine beings? How ridiculousā
But upon the stern and fearful look in his eyes, disbelief constricted in the pit of your stomach. An overwhelming urge to flee coursed through your nerves, propelling your legs toward the bolted door. You were disrupted by a sudden yank on the collar of your shirt.
An inexplicable dread settled beneath your skin, as the priest forcefully dragged you backward with unexpected strength. Before you could voice your frustration and demand an explanation, the door buckled.
The wood splintered and the shrieks of a demon reverberated.
A scream pierced the air, laden with terrorābut you couldnāt discern whose voice it belonged to. Was it your own? Or was it the priestās? You remained uncertain, as you transfixed by the sight of something great and dreadful emerging from the sundered door.
Except, to you, it was not.
Trenched in crimson, the mangled remains of rotten bodies hung from its many jagged wings. Countless eyes turned toward you, each radiating with worship and desire. A seam split on its featureless face, forming a broken maw that drooled with hunger. Its tongue, as dark as oil, swept away the spattered blood on its pure white skin.
Numerous arms reached out for you, each finger tipped with claws, glistening with something pungent. Its resonant voice echoed your name, tainted with the same twisted desire mirrored in their manic eyes. It repeated those three words, like a disturbing hymn.
Blood roared in your ears and fear seeped through your body, paralyzing you. You couldnāt move, your vision obscured by a sudden cascade of tears. Disgust churned within you, sickening you to your very core.
You couldnāt even discern the abrupt swing of one of its arms, releasing the lifeless body from its monstrous sword, as the abomination closed in. A flurry of limbs encircled your shivering form, some caressing while others coiled around your spine.
Itsā many eyes blinked at you and its rotting wings fluttered, its grinning face lovingly nuzzled yours. Against your ear, it moaned its proclamation.
The slithering tongue smeared across your lips in a parody of kisses. Your skin crawled at the way it touched you, its embrace suffocating, yet sickeningly gentle. Its affection for you was vile. Unwanted.
Your hands beat its armor weakly, attempting to fend it off, and its crooning changed into something sharp and incensed. Snarling, frustrated that it was unable to indulge itself into its unholy pleasure with you, it grabbed your hands and held them tightly.
Sobbing, you knew you would never be able to escape. Desperate to appease it, your voice rasped out from your dry throat,
āIā¦loveā¦youā¦too.ā
Its painful clenches softened upon your trembling words.
Love swelled within those golden irises.
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