The Angel

Untitled Part 1

Intense.

The pain rushes through the man's chest, feeling one hundred daggers penetrating his heart.

Agony.

Keeps on moving forward, trembling with every step behind his unsuspecting children.

Emotion.

He cries out to the children to halt, he cannot function any longer.

Despair.

Little legs sprint back to their father, welling with tears.

A perfect specimen.

Time is brought to a standstill. Screams turn into faded whispers; colours merge into bulges of darkness. All is drained until one frozen body remains. A cloaked figure descends from the sky, fanning its majestic ebony wings, gliding on a musical wind. It settles upon the empty ground, beside the aching man. The mysterious creature takes off his hood to reveal his skeleton face, with skin thin and pale as a silkworm's thread. Inhuman as he was, his face illuminated kindness as he stared at the man's worn hands that covered his ailment. A small claw appears from the creature's sleeve and grasps at the nothingness to obtain an item, a flute made of bone. The creature began to play a delicate tune filled with sorrow and the magic began to work, a bold red light radiated from the man's chest.

Babum...Babum...Ba...bum...ba...bum...ba...

The melody ceases, a lifeless heart sits in the icy white hands of the creature. Gazing into the sky of nothingness, he chants over and over Procedo in a wispy, youthful voice. A burst of tears surface from his eyes, seeping down onto the organ. Repulsive black slime slithers out of the valves, purged to make room for the clear liquid that engorged the organ, restoring its original form. The creature smiles and clears the magic from his cheeks, gazing into his victory, holding it high into the air.

Punch...Babum...Babum...Squelch...Babum...Babum...Swish...Badum...Badum...Fly.

The man gasps for air and grabs his children's tearful faces, and embraces them dearly. They walk hand in hand through the woods, wandering back the way they came. Above, the creature flies elegantly towards the horizon.

Darkness falls, floating dreams illuminate the sky, smoky clouds caress the moon, and all is silent. The creature descends onto a Cliffside and enters the mouth of a sinister cave. He soundlessly walks through the narrow space, towards an ominous glow. The sea witch cackles at her boiling pot of screeching humans, unaware of the ghostly creature who saunters closer and closer. He grins with wild eyes and clutches at the witches scaly neck, taking a vial of black sludge from his sleeve, to pour it into her revolting mouth.

Intense.

The sudden shock makes her fall to the ground; she stares at the creature with fearful eyes.

Agony.

She quenches her chest, unable to cope with the piercing blades that attack her body.

Emotion.

She cries out, tossing herself from side to side, testing out every potion in her reach.

Despair.

Her eyes widen once more, as she stares into the face of the creature who she once knew before.

Now you can sleep in the world of no return.

The creature departs from the cave with a tender smile, gazing at the new dawn beginning to break. A heavenly song rides on the wind, inviting the creature into the magnificent sky.