I have always carried these burdens upon my back. These curses that have branded me for years and years, leaving me nothing but the harsh whispers and icy stares when I pass by. All of these emotions come swirling around me in a suffocating vortex, shrouding me in nothing but darkness and hate. I fear that this will be how I will spend my eternity, suffering amid horror. I finally understand why I'm alone.
They say as a child, I cried a lot. Every little thing would send the tears rolling down my cheeks, until one day, I was swept away by a white beauty, swept away to a land of frozen ice and pure whiteness. "Angel" She cooed comforting me, until I blinked open my blurry eyes. We we're in a cave, but it wasn't dark. No. It was full if sparkling ice chandeliers, that reflected such a bright light, I was blinded by the wonder of it all. "Angel" The white beauty spoke again then she slipped into singing a lullaby. Her enchanting voice help me enraptured, as the sounds echoed among the walls around us. I slip my eyes shut gently, as my body began swaying to the lovely melody, so I didn't see when it happened. It was sudden.
A warm and sticky substance suddenly splattered around me, startling my gaze open, but what I saw froze me like the icicles around me, but I did not cry. Everything was still such a pure white, but with a startling contrast, red was smeared everywhere, the woman no where to be seen. An extreme sense of vertigo overcame me and I found myself rushing towards the frozen floor, but it never came. How odd...
I know what the others say, but is this story really true? I lost my memory when I was young so I won't ever be positive if this is my true past or not. Maybe they all just lie with cursed words, like they do with their coal glimmering eyes of destruction. Again their whispers roar through my secluded mind, with their curses and taunts, and yet every time I try to escape, but I know I never will.
How can I explain to them these scars upon my back. Deep grooves that were etched into my raw flesh, with such a cruelty and tenderness of a demented unknown being. Oh how I wish I knew where these markings came from, why I have them and why they are carved so delicately upon me. Did I commit such a dark and sinful crime that my memory was erased clean, so I would live with the torment of not knowing? Or is it simply that I was born with no identity, to associate with myself, with a cursed body.
Everyone in there flawless skins of white ivory smiling with false pretenses and hopeful lies of trust, is enough to make my head reel in disgust. All the accusations they had spat at me in such vulgarity, while they sit upon thrones of their thrones of vanity and self indulgences, oblivious to the pain of those they cast down into hell. I'm left to watch them from afar, envious of their high life of riches.
But what would you think if I told you that there is a Demon among them. A Demon who dreams of no longer participating in these cruel games played on those weaker, but this Demon is afraid to fall. He like me despises being stripped of all emotions and left to be a defender of your own self, in an existence that has no meaning for our kind. Every decision he makes, can decide his fate, so he is ever so careful in confiding his secrets.
We meet in secret, hidden from them. Numbly his fingers trace the cursed scars on my back with soft and velvet like fingers. They spread warmth that I had never known before. He is a Demon from on high while I an Angel from hell, both sharing this same secret, but I have to ask, how long will this last? How long until he realizes no good will come from knowing me and he will be cursed to this same existence and have the same wings branded and seared upon his precious and beautiful skin. I spend waking moments and filled nightmares every day and night imagining how our lives would be different if we had never met, or if he would decide to fall.
Are an Angel and Demon meant to coexist? The Demon of a flawless breed of perfection in it's purest sense, who holds everything in an optimistic view. And I, the Angel with distorted faith and a blindness to love and emotions not pertaining to a twisted direction. I curse myself for this torment I cause upon him. No longer do I care for the pain caused to me by myself or by others hands. Enough of my blood has been spilt for purposes known and unknown to myself, if only Demon would see my twisted soul and hideousness in my form, he could live forever among these bright and shinning ethereal gods and goddess. But he still chooses to stay with me.
"Angel..." His voice, rumbles deep and caressingly down my spine, causing my to quake uncontrollably. "I have been discovered". Those few words caused numbness to seep into my veins and I looked at him with wide and broken eyes. How did they know of the Demon and his Angel, who lived secretly. It was this relationship that kept me living for so much longer, it was the dream of maybe one day finding peace. Bitter tears rolled down my cheeks to splashed thunderously on the ground at my bare and scratched feet as I continued to look at Demon, face devoid of emotions. "I know the price I pay, but I want to be with you forever Angel. I want to be your Demon for eternity."
"But why?" Screeching. Was that really my voice? "Why turn away from the shinning falseness of happiness to live in a hellish place with a cursed being who can't even love."
Still my tears rolled down down my skin, but his hands cupped my face, fingers stroking the tears away to solidify into crystals in his alabaster colored skin. "Exactly. They are false. They lie and deceive. I am not happy with them. I am happy with you my Angel. Please be my Angel. I do not care for your external skin, or your twisted views of the world. What I care for is what others can not see. To the world you may be like night is to day, and still I would want to be with you. You still outshine any that I see in my eyes."
Those words caused something deep in me to stir and I squeezed my eyes shut. "But nothing but pain and death surrounds me. I am cursed Demon! Please don't put yourself through this!" I thought of the woman in the land of frozen beauty from the stories I've heard.
"I will endure all the fires of hell to stay with you my sweet Angel. Just let me remain with you. We can face everything together now." He turned and I gasped when I saw the similar markings on his back that mirrored my own.
Lost to his words I nodded. For once someone was there to who accepted me for me. I couldn't express the deep love that swelled up in my heart for Demon but I knew things would be alright if we remained together. "Demon. I love you."
"And I you my twisted Angel"
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