Contract with the devil

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔢

ǟռռǟ'ֆ  քօɨռȶ օʄ ʋɨɛա

(Thirteen years old)

That night.

That was the night.

It stood so perfectly in my mind, that I could never forget it.

I could remember, a sea of angry stars dotted across a blanket of darkness. They were like fiery hot lanterns ready to burn anyone naive enough to touch. They almost seemed to out shine the moon in it's own domain. But they couldn't.

A thin tint of faded red took over an empty corner of the moon. Then, like ink on paper, it's arms outstretched reaching the other side. A large rock of blood.

The blood represented god breaking the wings of an angel and leaving him to bleed. God would leave them behind, not for flight but as a reminder of what an angel left behind.

Like an angel, the moon; something so pure and white could now experience pain and became tainted. The stars symbolized angry angels looking down on the traitor, singing gospel, too holy for the sinful human ear to analyze. Yet, I could pick it up perfectly.

Then the stars suddenly vanished. The moon altered back to it's pure color and grew pale as before. Was god done? I hoped my foster parents were right about what I just seem. Yet , I didn't want to tell them anything.

I was suppose to be asleep, but I sneaked out because I loved to look at the stars. I thought I would get to see a star like in my work books. But this was more special.

I heard a low, pained grunt behind me. I spun around, waiting to see the disappointed looks on my parents face. But, I couldn't see anyone. Just our garden and a few apple trees.

In the calm wind, I saw a white feather breeze through the air. It landed in my outstretched hand. I felt it. It's texture was as soft as velvet. A creamy milk color. It looked like an masterful work of god.

Was there someone here?

A male appeared from behind the trees. In the milky moon, his aura held a fainting divinity, yet he was still beautiful.  I didn't know  that even god could make creatures so graceful. He looked so god-like and elegant. I was lured in by his presence, though not because of his godliness; It was for a different reason, a dark and sinful temptation. His gaze rose to meet mine.  In his eyes, there was an amber, with the overpowering need to dominate something.

But, something was wrong. As I looked closer upon his elegantly crafted wings, something red appeared. Then more followed in long streams. Rivers of red liquid. Blood.

My legs wouldn't move, like they were stuck in quicksand.

As his face grew pained, and his gaze dropped, my mind instantly became clear. My feet picked themselves up and scampered to the blood covered angel. I reached to touch him, but he jerked away from me. This caused him pain, and I could see it in his face.

At the sight of his face, a thin stream of water caressed down my cheek. My vocals came out weak and feeble.

"Sir, a-are you okay?" I touching his wing lightly.

He grabbed and closed his hand firmly around mine, blurring my eyes with tears. Was he angry at me? Did I bother him? Does he not need my help?

He spoke up, with his voice laced with pain and anger. Soft as silk, yet, cold like a frostbite ; a deceiving angelic voice. Too glorious for words. Yet the pain in it made it unbearable just to stand and observe from a distance.

"I want something from you." He said, with his voice growing harsher, but never losing it's holiness. "If I can't have it..." He started. "...I'll die." My breathing increased.

Although, his lengthy, mesmerizing , raven hair covered his expression, I could feel anger radiating in waves, at the thought of me not giving him what he wanted.

"I'll do a-anything, please name it." I said as his grip grew tighter. Using his other hand, he slowly moved his long hair out of his face and look upon me with his burning fire eyes. They scared me. They were eyes that were always waiting to dominate the innocent. Always lusting after the naive. Waiting to devour people like me.

"Feed me."

I blinked away the tears. "H-how do I do that, I-I don't know what angels eat? I-I-?"

He smirked slyly, speaking from ear to ear. "Do you even know what I'm asking of you?"

"You don't need to tell me, I just want to help you." I breathed out.

In response, I heard an almost inaudible chuckle from him. Our hands clasped together gently as he pulled me into his lap, wrapping his body heat around my frame; making the cold night not seem so cold anymore. His warm fingers gently grazed my neck and nudged my hair to the other side of my neck.

Nobody's ever touched me so gently before, not even my mother. Her touch felt kind and comforting. But this was heavenly and warm. I was always told not to trust so easily, but someone like him was a god. He couldn't be real. I had to trust him.

Every bit of fear I had faded into abyss ,as soon as his lips encountered the exposed side of my neck.

 As they made contact, his warmth sent a small wave of surprise through my body. He didn't move them for about a few seconds.

Soon, my eyes felt like hundred pound weights. My arms dropped and my legs relaxed. All I could feel was his lips, which grew warmer on my slowly freezing body. My life . It felt as if my life was quickly slipping away. Breaking into small pieces, that repelled each other. I couldn't pull them back together.

 I panted little breaths, that pained my chest. He stood up and let me go, spreading his large, feathered wings that now stood tall. Nothing was in his way. In the moonlight he looked so beautiful. A creature that stood higher me or any mortal.

"Who knew souls tasted this good." He said laughing at the moon. " But don't worry little Anna, you'll be dead any second, now. I might have a spot left in hell for you. You might be of use to me, later."

With that, he began to depart.

"Please don't go." I called out in my crippling voice. "Take me with you."

He stopped. All the humor was drained from his voice. "I have an kingdom to conquer, you'll only get in the way. " 

The painful tugging at my heart overcame my sense of reason. I looked down at the grass and painfully inquired, in fear of his answer. "When can I see you, again? If I go to hell, does that mean we'll be together. As friends. "

He scoffed as if, I had no idea as to what I was talking about. "Your someone I won't forget, since your the first. I'll set up our contract. Until I will need your service you will remain in a slumber, below the gates of heaven but above the stairway to hell. And when I no longer need you, you will join the other spirits in the burning pits of hell."

I smiled. So I was going to see him again. That brought me a bit of joy. I swallowed and closed my eyes to get rid of the tears. As soon as I opened them he was gone.

No matter what he did, he provided me comfort and a gentle warmth that I couldn't compare to anything else. He was an angel, he couldn't do anything wrong.

His words cradled my heart, no matter what they spoke or how they spoke. His eyes burned through mine, with a blazing fire that burned away an illusion that I've been living my entire life. When I die, I hope he doesn't forget me.

It was that  night. On that night, I was the only person left there. It was there I died. On the green, dewy grass under a starless sky. A dark sky that was truly unforgettable.

That was the night I met my angel.