Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 18:19:23 GMT -5
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ONCE
UPON A TIME
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.
.
AN ANGEL
LAY DYING IN
THE MIST
&
A DEVIL KNELT OVER
HIM AND SMILED
.
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Ephraim felt the angelic blade pierce his vessel's chest like it was a human train, running over a hundred miles an hour and colliding with the heart he shared with the young man who's body did host him. He gasped painfully and loudly, trying to squirm away from the two angels that did restrain him, or do something, anything to get the weapon out. it wasn't a fleeting sting of pain like the puny, worthless blades of people. Never in his millions of years as an angel and warrior of heaven had he been stabbed in the chest by an angelic knife. He had never experienced anything more than a fast stab in a limb or the shoulder, or a quick nick as a blade barely missed him. That's because combat moved quickly-- there was never a chance where you could stab your enemy in the chest and hold it there for agonizingly long, painful minutes. However, this was a courtroom where he stood, found guilty of the (accidental) murder of one of his brothers. No angel dared to help him, so the Executioner could take his time.
The bloody blade was pulled out, but the screech of Ephraim continued until he was punched, floored, and silenced.
Angels spoke to him, spitting poisonous words, but everything blurred to a fuzzy, loud noise that he deemed impossible to focus on or understand. All he knew was that he was grabbed roughly and teleported to a rocky and uncomfortable place, where he knew was now his deathbed. Gravel was inside the wound now, not that it really mattered. With all the strength he could muster, he pushed himself over so he laid on his back, gaze taking in the blurry, bright blue and white color that filled that sky. It was extremely difficult to focus on anything, though-- after all, he was kind of dying at the moment. Blinking rapidly, and taking shallow, quick breaths, his hands weakly fumbled for his own blade, to finish the job and stop the pain that engulfed his entire being, but alas, it was confiscated as soon as he had been thrown in to Heaven's courtroom.
Guess all he could do now, was lay there and continue grunting and huffing and yelling in pain until everything ended.
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[ Dragons Vein sorry it's so long !! i got pretty in to it, haha. you dont have to match this length, obviously
anyway @stalkers this is a one x one between the aforementioned dragons vein & i. feel free to stalk, but please dont post unless you're one of us. thanks ! ]
ONCE
UPON A TIME
.
.
.
AN ANGEL
LAY DYING IN
THE MIST
&
A DEVIL KNELT OVER
HIM AND SMILED
.
-------------
Ephraim felt the angelic blade pierce his vessel's chest like it was a human train, running over a hundred miles an hour and colliding with the heart he shared with the young man who's body did host him. He gasped painfully and loudly, trying to squirm away from the two angels that did restrain him, or do something, anything to get the weapon out. it wasn't a fleeting sting of pain like the puny, worthless blades of people. Never in his millions of years as an angel and warrior of heaven had he been stabbed in the chest by an angelic knife. He had never experienced anything more than a fast stab in a limb or the shoulder, or a quick nick as a blade barely missed him. That's because combat moved quickly-- there was never a chance where you could stab your enemy in the chest and hold it there for agonizingly long, painful minutes. However, this was a courtroom where he stood, found guilty of the (accidental) murder of one of his brothers. No angel dared to help him, so the Executioner could take his time.
The bloody blade was pulled out, but the screech of Ephraim continued until he was punched, floored, and silenced.
Angels spoke to him, spitting poisonous words, but everything blurred to a fuzzy, loud noise that he deemed impossible to focus on or understand. All he knew was that he was grabbed roughly and teleported to a rocky and uncomfortable place, where he knew was now his deathbed. Gravel was inside the wound now, not that it really mattered. With all the strength he could muster, he pushed himself over so he laid on his back, gaze taking in the blurry, bright blue and white color that filled that sky. It was extremely difficult to focus on anything, though-- after all, he was kind of dying at the moment. Blinking rapidly, and taking shallow, quick breaths, his hands weakly fumbled for his own blade, to finish the job and stop the pain that engulfed his entire being, but alas, it was confiscated as soon as he had been thrown in to Heaven's courtroom.
Guess all he could do now, was lay there and continue grunting and huffing and yelling in pain until everything ended.
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[ Dragons Vein sorry it's so long !! i got pretty in to it, haha. you dont have to match this length, obviously
anyway @stalkers this is a one x one between the aforementioned dragons vein & i. feel free to stalk, but please dont post unless you're one of us. thanks ! ]