“So umm, do I have to draw that symbol thingy with my blood like Ricky does every time he summons Luc?” I asked uneasily, mimicking a small grimace as the thought of actually cutting myself and practically forcing Azrael to come back after everything that transpired in these last few hours seemed so...unappealing.After all, he strongly expressed his desire to get away from me as quick as possible only moments ago...I bitterly reminisced, watching Raph roll his eyes in annoyance before quickly responding in “duh” tone,“You guys have a bond, remember? So how about you just use that instead?”“Oh that...” I weakly mumbled, my eyes reluctantly lowering to the fiercely glowing symbol on the inside of my wrist.“Yeah that,” Raph’s retort reached my ears as my gaze still remained trained on the visible proof of the said bond, uncertainty flickering deep within me.Is it still there though?And if it is, is it still strong enough to call him right back to me?I wondered, my gaze trailing a
DayaI could hear my own pulse banging so wildly inside my entire body, from the tips of my fingers and all the way to the very center of my chest as I widely stared, unblinking at the raven-haired male sitting so casually on the very table I had almost lost my soul only a few days ago, that vivid memory still clinging so tightly against my mind, vehemently refusing to give me peace whatsoever.That face...Those frightening and hollow eyes...The painful echo of my own desperate wails...The sight of my own blood...Red...Red...“Red,”Rapidly blinking a few times I quickly snapped back to reality, my gaze refocusing back on Raphael.“It’s okay, come here,”I warily eyed his outstretched hand, my gaze trailing back to that beautifully angelic face, looking at the way those perfect lips curled into a kind and genuine smile and the way his dark brown and warm eyes gazed right into my own as he calmly waited.“Come on, it’s okay. You’ll be safe. I promise,” He gently beckoned, feeling my
Drip…drip…drip…The small lights plastered against the ceiling flickered from time to time, faintly illuminating the once pristine white restroom, flashing glimpses at the utterly gruesome scene laying all over the small-tiled floor.From the stalls to the four identical sinks and all the way towards the entrance, large splashes and pools of dark red littered around, chaotically mixed with brutally severed human limbs, the whole image generally creating a truly grotesque sight to see.Yet...small, labored breaths filled the otherwise completely silent space, indicating the presence of only one living and breathing being.A single one being, placed in the center of the whole macabre painting, like a misplaced piece sitting in the middle of the mangled mass, crouched like a frightened little child facing its worst nightmare.All wide, her vibrant green eyes followed the thick rivers of crimson, watching them stretch from the tips of her trembling slender fingers and fall into the large
My bare feet padded on the lush green grass, the cool breeze fluttering in my bloody red curls as I ran straight towards the darkened forest at the back of our yard, moving as fast as I could, as far as possible away from the cold-hearted monsters I used to call family...“Daya!”“Daya, please come back!”My mother’s high-pitched voice echoed through the darkness from far behind as I drifted through the dense forest further and further away, not even taking a glimpse back.I couldn’t take it anymore...First, they forbade me to go to school after that unexpected and horrifying incident, and now this...Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes, for the second time remembering her exact words...“...from now on, I also forbid you to go in town...ever again...Why can’t you understand? You are a danger to those little humans!”No! I refuse to be a prisoner in this realm too!I desperately cried at the back of my mind, dashing through the woods like my life depended on it, feeling the hot
My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words."...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...”“For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”...vile creatures......turned into demons...”My lips escaped a small gasp, instantly covering them with my hand, the moment my ears picked up the sounds of footsteps echoing across the corridor, quickly switching off the small flashlight, now hugging the old book tightly to my chest as I sat completely still, afraid of being caught.“What are you doing?”A small, terrified shriek tumbled out my lips, only to instantly calm down, the moment I looked up and noticed my brother staring d
I laid myself curled into a fetal position on the huge bed, slowly closing my eyes, remembering all those horrible moments...All that blood...Those limbs scattered everywhere...All those people...Loud screams echoed in my ears, my hands roughly gripping the sheets beneath me, keeping my eyes tightly closed, small tears already making their way over my face.I’m sorry...I’m so sorry...I didn’t mean to...I kept mentally repeating, my lips escaping small sobs, burying my face in the soft pillow, feeling that burning pain creeping its way inside my chest once again, those horrifying screams only growing louder...Daya...“Daya.”A familiar, rough male voice called, my eyelids quickly fluttering open and I instantly jerked up, finally noticing my brother sitting on the bed right beside me, his pale features showing genuine concern as he stared down at me.“What happened?” He softly asked, his bright blue orbs roaming all over my face, surely noticing my recent crying activity.“I...”
Sitting on the old wooden bench in our rooftop garden, I continuously stared at my own fingers, those images replaying themselves over and over again in my head.His hands all over my bare skin, our bodies completely naked, that intense sensation flowing inside me and those weird sounds my lips kept escaping as he kept touching me...Our bodies conjoined...This is so weird...I sighed, feeling so...conflicted...Never in my such long life have I ever felt this foreign sensations...I was so used to feel that same, pure disgust...everytime a man tried to touch me -well, maybe because they were mostly forced...but still...This...this felt so...different...So...intriguing...“Child, what are you doing here?” A familiar, feminine voice suddenly echoed through the glass-built large room, my gaze instantly snapping up, only to notice my mother standing just a few feet away, her body covered with nothing but a white silk robe.I quickly took a glance at the sky, ultimately realizing it wa
Holding the small novel in one hand, I lazily dragged my bare feet through the soft grass, feeling the warm breeze fluttering through my loose curls, the thin sunrays dancing in between the thick branches lightly caressing my bare shoulders and face as I strode straight towards my favorite, secluded place.Sitting on the same fallen log, I opened the book once again from where I had left off, quickly losing myself in the beautiful romance story.“...her heartbeat quickened, feeling his delicate fingers touch her bare skin, a burning fire erupting within her as his lips finally met hers, holding their passionate battle for dominance, his hard member-”My lips escaped a small gasp, instantly closing the book in my lap, feeling my cheeks practically burn as I struggled to get rid of that sinful mental image, blankly staring somewhere in between the thick sea of trees.A small, almost inaudible movement suddenly reached my ears, instantly drawing my attention and the moment I looked in th