Once Upon A Not

          Damien flew high in the sky. His deed had almost been finished. His purpose, the end of his existence was soon coming for him. This strong urge for him to complete his prophecy drew out a person in him that was long gone, a killer. He was aware ever since the start of time when he had arrived on this pathetic planet with his brother of what he was and what he was made to do. But for these past 4 years he wished he had never been purposed for what he was purposed to do. 

          You see, Damien's job was to kill people, but not straight up murder them. He was a god of death and needed to kill the dying. His brother Dritan's purpose was to guide people into his afterlife where they could continue after death. Every 70 years or whenever they wanted, they both would melt into a new and younger form, or if they chose, they could have everyone in their life forget about them. For Dritan, this was never an issue. He chose to stay prideful and live in the clouds or in his afterlife. Damien, had no place to go to except his little 'mind gym' which he would often go to and gaze at the stars and think. It was lonley most of the time and he couldn't last more than a few hours in there.

          For billions of years, Damien lived in jealousy of his brother. He had everything and Damien did not. That was until his freshman year of highschool. Not his first time, but another try after many years had passed in which he had not returned. Charity, is her name. Charity was the reason Damien was so afraid of when the time to complete his destiny would come. Charity was the first person to ever come into Damien's life and actually, care for him and want to be with him. She made him feel somethings he had never felt, happiness, love, care, fear, admiration, pity and maybe a bit of lust. Her affection towards him made Damien's brother jealous. Dritan had everything in his life, people, attention, fame, homes, happieness. Except one thing, love. Damien's relationship with this girl made Dritan envy his brother so much that caused him to bring Damien's demise prematurealy.

          Damien continued to fly over a familiar city, trying his best to not get drawn towards it. The final person who's life was needed to be taken away lived in this city. But, to his surprise the pull to go down didn't come. Instead, he continued to glide, his black wings glistened as the stars reflected themselves on them along with the moon. His bloody clothing began to dry for the millionth time in the night. It turned his already dark colored outfit into a dark color of crimson red. 

          He looked around the empty, destroyed homes and stores until he noticed his wings shifted down into a forest. The final person, the one he had been avoiding for the entire night was in there. He tried his best, he struggled, kicked and tried to force his wings to retreat back into a closed position or to dissapear to the best of his ability. But, there was no avail. His wings twitched when they had started to obey him but then forced themselves back into a painfully straight position guiding him into the forest. They made him land gracefully a few feet behind a figure that was watching the stars dance, they stood infront of the stream. It wasn't a surprise to who this person was to Damien, it was Charity. 

         Charity heard the crinkle in leaves and she sighed. She was well aware of what Damien had done, but she wasn't aware that she was the last human alive. "I know what you're here to do." She spoke in a gloomy tone. She seemed tired, and bloody. She was covered in wounds from chaos. Only an hour ago the world was crumbling around her and she had managed to escape, well she would have died but Damien made sure she wouldn't receive any fatal injuries despite his constant urge to destory and kill everything at the time. Damien didn't respond to her. Instead he stood in a proper position. His bloody wet shirt outlined every part of his chisled upper body. His pants drooped from the blood, and his enormus wings stayed open making his large figure seem rather small. Charity turned her head to him tears forming in her almond shaped eyes. "Well? Aren't you going to say something?" She spoke again a bit louder. Damien didn't reply. His once blue now red eyes stared her down as he tried to control himself from doing any harm. He twitched but never moved more than an inch.