The Dark Angel's Fate
Dark hair rode in the ice cold winds, her pale skin contrasting in the still lifeless night. He would be waiting for her by the creek like he always did, their time together limited but, worth the risk. It was forbidden for an angel of hell to love an angel from heaven however, that only drew the two lovers closer. They couldn't deny fate even if they wanted to.
“Took you long enough,” he said with a gentle smile, “I was about to go find you.”
The dark angel smiled lovingly at her lover, his concern toward her made her caged heart throb. She knew pain but this was something foreign to her, even so, she wanted, no, needed more of the feeling.
“They've been getting suspicious, I had to wait for sleep to claim them before taking flight here.” her voice was silk and honey, enchanting and melodic.
He wrapped his strong arms around her petite form, the cold of the night melted under his warm embrace.
“Perhaps our secret is becoming seen.”
A pain struck her, if they knew about her affair then torture would be inflicted upon her and her lover. The crime of loving an enemy was bad enough; while also cheating on the lord's son with the enemy was beyond worse.
“I wouldn't hesitate to tear off these wings for you,” he whispered into her ear, “but would you tear yours off for me?”
“Of course.” she whispered, fear struck her heart as she realized that the cold air froze; her own breath now visible.
“You would huh?” a dark figure approached the forbidden couple, the two angels held their ground in their embrace.
“My lord.” she said in fear, “How..?”
“I waited for you to leave,” he replied, “I didn't believe that you would be such an unfaithful demon but the truth is hard to cover.”
More figures appeared, all with sinister grins.
“Punishment must be fulfilled before your execution.” he declared, “Guards take them both.”
The dark angel was held by blood rusted chains, the cold metal unbearable. Tears leaked from her eyes as she heard the screams of other prisoners who were suffering deadly fates. Death was heavy in the air, the holy angels feared this prison for a reason, same for the dark angels. The prison keeper arrived, his scythe in hand.
“Move it!” he roared, “Time for your punishment.”
The dark angel moved with what strength she had, the prison keeper waited somewhat patiently for he knew that even a dark angel couldn't protect herself from the wallowing pits of their prisons. It was quite a surprise that she hadn't begun to vomit like others would have by now.
“Move along now!” he growled as she began slow her pace.
A whimper escaped her lips, her bitter tears flowed like an unstoppable river down her sickly pale cheeks. Being in the prison was torture enough but considering what she knew would be planned for her the prison seemed heavenly.
“Announcing the arrival of the traitor.”
She was shoved forward before the Lord and his son, disgust written onto their features as their eyes fell upon her.
“I see the prison didn't affect you in the way I had hoped.” The Lord growled, “I always knew you were a strong one.”
She didn't dare look at him, he was mocking her and if she dared to look at him it would mean she was begging to be spared. She would endure the torment just as she promised.
“Bring the chains.” he ordered, “Let us begin the show.”
Looking to her right she saw the heated chains. Used like whips, leaving worse scars. These chain where heated with the flames of hell and when whipped leave gashes that scar your bones. If they were to tear off her wings then the damage would be tenfold but, there was a worse method his lordship would use.
He grabbed the chains, wrapping two of the chains around the base of her black wings and spearing them with hook that hung from the ceiling. They were to pull her wings out slowly and the chains would infect the growing wound with unimaginable pain. His lordship's favorite torture with a small twist, these chain were infested with spikes that grow longer and sharper with each scream she makes. As the guards pulled the hooks she screamed from the pain, the spikes grew biting into the bones that connected her wings to her back. Her blood sizzled on the chains, creating boiling liquid that burned her even more. As expected she screamed, this pain couldn't be bitten back; torture from hell can never be ignored. His Lordship flicked his wrist to the guards, his signal to rip out her wings. It took only one pull, jerking with all of their strength her wing ripped out of her back leaving only two broken bones sticking out of her back where the small black wings were. Blood splattered everywhere around the angel.
Her breath ragged, blood stained tears fell without grace.
“Your suffering does not end here child.” he said, “Now you must watch your lover suffer.”
A snap of his fingers and the holy angel, dragged by his wrists, entered the room. He was covered in his own blood, his beautiful white wings gone.
“I shall have your wings mounted above my throne as a trophy.” he whispered into her ear.
Standing with power, he walked over to her lover and forced the heavenly angel to look at him.
“You shame my son by stealing his lover, you corrupted one of my best angels of hell into believing in love, you dare to tempt her with promises of freedom, you had her as your slave. Such a crime shall not go unseen.”
“I committed no such crime.” the holy one gagged, “She came to me willingly and I did not refuse her.”
“Lies,” he spat, “your holy aura tricked her, no dark angel in their right mind would love a holy one like you so willingly.”
Glares heatedly stare at each other before his Lordship stomped his foot into the holy angel's face. A yelp escaped the dark angel as she struggled to reach her suffering lover. His Lordship stopped to stared at the crying dark angel, he could see the pain in her eyes which meant that the holy one was being truthful. His blood began to boil with anger, she was going to be spared according to his original plan but now she would die a long, slow, intense death for her crime of true love.
“Fetch the acid.” He ordered, “I'm sickened by this.”
A guard handed his Lordship a vile of green liquid. Holding the vile over the holy one's wounds his Lordship spilled a few drops. Sizzling with heard and the angel screamed his pain, his own blood stained tears fell.
“Stop!” the dark angel pleaded, “Please stop!”
Growling, his Lordship grabbed his scythe and plunged it into the holy one's spine, dragging it up until it split his head open. She screamed loudly as she witnessed her lover being murdered.
“You should blame yourself for his death.” his Lordship said as he cleaned his scythe, “You know love between the holy and us is forbidden, yet you continued to betray us. You are to blame.”
Whimpers and tears escaped her as she internally cursed his Lordship. She knew their love was forbidden, the consequences rang in the back of her mind every time they were together. But, could she be responsible for her lover's death if fate wanted them together?