The Sin and the Griffin

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Running.

He didn't care where he went, he didn't care who he saw staring at him.

He was running.

Running from the people he trusted, who he thought did "good" to this world.

Oh, how wrong and stupid he was to believe them.

He believed her.

No, not Elizabeth...

The girl who saved him from himself.

The girl he was never meant to be with, the one that destiny pried him away from.

The girl he fell in love with.

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I was young, and I remember I was just leaving my old team, The Ten Commandments. They included my own two younger brothers, who I loved very much, I couldn't bare to tell them where I went. It was too late, and I couldn't trust them anymore. They were right there, staring at my disappearing form as I left my home in the Demon World and they never even bothered giving me a smile, all those hints were gone as soon as I left.


They probably hate me now, but who else was there to blame?


They had every right to hate me, and now I have every right to hate them, but I just can't. What is this feeling that makes me want to curl up and die slowly and painfully? As if I'd be feeling such an emotion as what mere mortals would feel. Although, we demons have seven hearts, it would be obvious we'd have seven times the emotions humans have, but we hid it for so long until we forgot how to use them.

The old familiar feeling of rain hit me fast and hard, I haven't felt it in years. The scene before me is dim, a dark green field layered in multiple old flowers-their stems were drooping as if they were dead, but it was mainly because of the pressure of the rain, and in general gravity. Up in the distance was a ginormous mountain, towering over me, and a small entrance at the bottom of the mountain brought my attention. I can only hope if any civilisation isn't there, though if there is I'd quickly be able to eliminate them-

Maybe not eliminate them, just shoo them away or something.

I entered the cave willingly, and I was immediately welcomed with a cold atmosphere. The cave was just big enough to let this enormous cage fit in, and it mainly resembled a bird's cage. Inside the cage were flower pots with several types of-you guessed it-flowers. What caught most of my sight was a young girl, sitting on a thick zinc pole that went from one side of the cage to another. Her hair was incredibly short, like her hair was cut off several times, which stopped it from growing afterwards, she wore a ragged dress which went down to her small, frail thighs. And most importantly, she had dark feathered wings that shined a maroon-ish colour.

She looked enchanting, with the blue, glowing butterflies that were summoned to her aid, and they fluttered around the room peacefully, something that made me even more awestruck. As soon as she turned around, she gasped, and all of those butterflies disappeared into thick blue smoke. "What's a beautiful maiden doing in a cage?" I asked while I approached her cage with ease. The girl did try to put on a strong get-up, but it was pretty easy to detect that she has a low power level.

She jumps off the bar and lands on her two small feet swiftly, giving me a hard glare. "..." She remains quiet, which makes me question her. "Can you not speak?" I ask, and she shakes her head as a response, "Then why don't you speak and answer my question?" The cave exterior becomes silent after my reply, as if she was thinking to herself.

"Are you here to take me?" She asked with a frightened gaze and takes a step back so she can keep a distance from me, and all I did was give a small chuckle. "Take you? No, I am only here to stay for the night." I gestured towards the calm storm going on outside, not that it really was a calm storm, anyway. After I said that, it came to both of our attention's that a loud "boom!" was heard outside, thunder, I presume, and then the girl flew back up to the zinc bar to hide as well as she could. "Scared of a little thunder, are we?" I teased.

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