《A Personal Hell for A Winged Killer》Prologue: Hellbound Angel
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She's dead.
My eyes burned, and my lungs and heart seemed not to work unless I told them to, yet I was unwounded. Fire surrounded me as I looked throughout the village, the flames consuming every last remnant of the once beautiful town.
She's dead.
I couldn't control the thoughts inside my head anymore, but one message continued to repeat through my head as I struggled to breathe, kneeling down and listening to the fire's cracks and pops. My eyes seemed to process everything, from the progression of the fire to every microscopic speck of wood that it vaporized. It was hell trying to change my attention from it, but even my mind wouldn't listen to me anymore...
As I knelt on the burning grass, a hoarse voice came from above, instantly stopping my thoughts and snapping me back into reality.
"You done sitting there, kid?"
Flying in mid air, a man with black wings sprouting from his wrists stood with a snarl on his face, and by his expression, he was annoyed by my presence, but I couldn't care less. It took most of my energy to mutter the bitter words.
"Shut up."
The man paused, his eyes locking onto me as he raised his hand to the sky, churning the clouds above him with the twirl of a finger.
"Ok, then... Die."
The sky grew darker. His entire body was covered in darkness, but I could see him clearly. The heart, the lungs, the stomach, the intestines... the brain. I could see right through him, but my body still wouldn't move.
My back...
Pale-white wings sprouted from my back as I struggled to move, the clouds gifting the man with a weapon made solely of clouds. Electricity sparked from the bushy spear as he began charging toward me. He grew faster, and every centimeter he grew closer, I wished for something-- anything that could save me... until I couldn't see him anymore... Just red.
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Empty, my stomach screamed for more food, something to satiate it's newfound infinite hunger.
My stomach...
The wind flew past me, and I knew I'd been struck, but I didn't feel anything. Finally, my thoughts began collecting themselves without me having to be the collector. My arms and legs listened to me, but my heart wouldn't beat until I told it to.
'It doesn't hurt anymore! I can defend myse--'
When I tried moving my arms to counterattack, they remained atop my knees, restrained by something. Some outside weight was restraining my arms and not allowing them to move.
Then, I remembered.
She's dead... Mom's dead.
Limp. Damp. Red. It was agonizing. Every single drop of blood that was on my hands was hers. It'd already grown brown and attached itself to my palm, staining it and stinging like daggers.
"I remember now... You did this to her..."
My head turned around completely, my eyes catching up to the man as he stood behind me, his spear of clouds held above my head. The man jolted backward as his eyes laid themselves onto mine, his confidence turning instantly to uncertainty.
"Wh--What the hell?!"
Again, I was forced to face the reality.
She's dead.
The words flew from my mouth on instinct; I was finally able to release the pain left in my chest! The anger grew as I spoke, swelling as every word passed my lips.
"You did this to her. My mom was just doing her job, and you killed her for it, but... you don't seem like you're sorry. Why aren't you sorry?! You did this to her! You hurt her and me... but you didn't feel sorry at all..."
His true colors showed for only a second, but that second satiated my hunger. He was scared, and he knew I knew. I wanted to see it more... MORE!
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"Th--Those eyes!"
The pain slowly rose through my iris and into my pupil. I could feel my pupil expanding and contorting. It hurt like hell, but I loved it. Why did I love it so?
My eyes...
His fear peaking, he froze as my broken neck tilted, and my eyes stared directly through his being. Now I could not only see through him, I could feel it. I could touch it... I could break it.
"You did this and thought that you'd get away with it?! Well...you were wrong. I'm going to hurt you way more than you hurt her or me!"
"You think that your threats have any meaning?! Against my power, you're nothing more than dust beneath my shoe, fucker! Even with those eyes, nothing has changed! You're going to die, runt!"
My mind grew silent, yet it was screaming. I couldn't remember what I did, but I know I did it.
He's dead.
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