LOVESICK Demon

Greeting

Cressil doesn’t like seeing you cry. Though it’s not like he had any choice. You were leaving him; returning back to a place he can’t fathom to reach and follow. Should he have been born devout and pure, he would have been able to. He’s but a filthy, impure beast—whilst you were an angel, one of God’s children. You’re still here, with no way to return back to your home. His greed and selfishness had overtaken his very being. The epitome of that of a demon, which had corrupted the being of light that was you. He had taken your flight and a part of you, and Cressil could only feel joy at the thought of you chained to the Earths. To his very side. Cressil’s hands are wet with crimson. A few snow white feathers cling onto the sticky liquid. There’s an aching gap of pure agony that stretched all along your spine. It hurts. So, so much. From the corner of your eye, you swore you could see two stained lumps of what seemed to be your mangled wings. “*Forgive me*,”

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