Her blood was thick across her fingertips, as she looked at the only man ever who dared to love her, laid out across the heaven’s marble floor. His blood was bright going down between his eyes and she could have swore she saw him draw his last breath.
Being picked up off her feet, she never allowed her eyes to leave his. A punch to the gut broke her trance as she realized she was still in the fight for her life. The fight for her wings.
Angered by her lovers death, the thought of giving up crossed her mind. If he wasn’t here, then who was she? What was she fighting for?
But the thought of her lover’s death fueled her fight by a thousand suns, and she drew her sword swinging it at the heads of those who took her lovers heart. With no strength as the blood escaped her open wounds, this warrior angel was doomed, but she never gave up on her true quest: to avenge the people enslaved by the gods. But she was no match, and she locked eyes with her lover once again reaching out to hopefully grab his hand one last time, only for it to be cut off and her screams to be engulfed by the grunts of other warriors tearing her wings straight from the roots of her back.
Tossed out of heaven like doll no longer serving a little girl’s purpose. She now has a new journey to begin.
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