《The Dynasty of Hellsing》Odium and Infatuation
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The snow fell gracefully. White and pure on this filthy world. The calm atmosphere soothe the human's rage. Trees turned grey and dead, stripped from any kind of foliage, crying for the forgotten flower that was dying. Looking at the sky with her unique blue and dying eyes. Her scattered black hair laying on the snow. Still and dying, full of blood. Her fragile breathing could disappear in an instance. Crows awaited her death to take her soul to Hades but as she took her last painful breath on this world, she heard steps.
-Do you want to die? - it was an man with a voice as sweet as honey, a voice that inspired life in her.
She nod her head and blood spilling out from her mouth she mumbled: -"Plea..se...sa..ve me..."
-Do you believe in God?
She nod her head once again. Enraged with God, He took her life away as unworthily as He had given to her. It wasn't fair, all her dreams and hopes, all her life was wasted. Fury seethed inside her. It wasn't fair.
She opened her eyes, seeing the dizzy reality. A man he was not, but an angel. A angel who rescued her from her dammed faith. His hair was pure white, just as his skin. His eyes were grey and the most beautiful she has ever seen. Covered in white robes that angel leaned to her and bit his own wrist. Resting her head on his knees, he told her to drink his blood. She obeyed and that angel's blood slipped down her throat. It wasn't real.
Her body started to ache once again, to burn, to die. Excruciating pain bend her will to live in half, mute screams echoed in the mountains. All she saw was darkness, she didn't saw the white angel and she didn't felt him near. She started to cry but suddenly she felt the warmth of her guardian, she felt his wings protecting her, he was with her but her pain just made her blind to his presence. She wanted to end the pain, she was scared and her little figure trembled in his arms.
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-My lost little lamb, my dying lilith, I will take your pain away. -Uniting his lips to hers he took her pain away in a gentle kiss.
She opened her eyes and saw the face of her savior. She was in his unearthly and devine presence, being carried in his arms. She felt tired, so tired, but she didn't want to close her eyes. He looked at her and smiled gently. Her heart became warm and grateful.
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