An angel sits alone in the darkness, curled in a ball and laughing to himself, tears spilling from his eyes like tiny raindrops. His wings are bloody, but healing, his wounds are fresh, but healing. All he wants in the world is to know what it means to die. He rips, tears, claws at his body constantly, but still will he heal. He searches from someting, anything that will bring about his eternal peace. Blood is everywhere, along his body, for he is naked, so that everyone can see what damage can be wrought.
He pulls at his wings, pulling at the feathers, ripping them out in handfuls. He sinks his nails into the flesh of his wings and tears at them, slowy, painfully pulling them out like a child peeling a scab. Blood pours from the fresh wound down his back and atlast the wing comes free. he tears at the other one as well until that too comes free. There is nothing to see, but bone. Laughing at the sheer joy of his pain, the angel continues to claw at his body, his wounds consantly healing.
"No more..." he whispers, on his hands and knees now. He stands straight and stretches out his bone wings and yells up at the sky, shaking his fists at the inky darkness. "No more! Bring to me my Damnation! Cast me from this world! Bring peace upon me so that i may eternally rest! No more! No more Suffering! No more Pain! NO MORE!!!"
His words echo, never to be heard. And t this day, they say that that one angel is still there in the darkness, cast from his home in the light, tearing, clawing at his body...and that the can now bw seen a river of blood pouring from his back where the wings were ripped off.
To this day, that angel still seeks Damnation and Eternal Rest.
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