When Angels Cry
A little gift for the wonderful sugarcross who was my hero today. I tried to keep this at 200 words....but somehow it managed to double as it went on....
She sought out the old stone building with its tall steeples hoping to find reprieve from her nightmares and the shadows that followed her around the city streets. Stained glass windows depicting saints brought little comfort from the confusion that had become her life. Voices spoke to her of kingdoms fallen and wars waged, innocents dying - demons slaughtering angels.
The frigid air of the abandoned church burned her skin in the chilled atmosphere, her warm breath visible to the empty pulpit. He appeared before her, his body taking shape from darkened shadows to reveal pale skin and slivery hair. Beautiful features betrayed the darkness that lay beneath the surface, gray eyes mirroring the desolation that surged through his soul.
He reached out to her, and she backed away, stumbling against the bench seat that had been partially pushed under the organ. She flinched as his cool hand cupped her cheek, but she could not pull her eyes free of his gaze. His lips descended on hers, the contact burning with electrical energy.
More images clouded her thoughts.
A moonlit night.
A secret garden.
A forbidden kiss.
Death.
She couldn’t breathe under the assault of his lips, but she no longer felt the need to. Limbs tangled together and she found herself pressed against his hard body that had been molded by the gods themselves. Deceit and deception, the promise of a demon queen. Her body straddled his against the bench seat, rusty keys of the organ letting loose a sad song as her hands made contact with them, attempting to steady herself as she felt him enter her.
She no longer knew why she ran from him, the pleasure of each thrust erasing the tortured thoughts of her mind. Was he a demon? Was she an angel? Was there anything in between for two sinners who desecrated the house of worship with their physical sin?
The darkness encompassed them, their bodies dissolving back into the shadows that they had both emerged from. Two lost souls that could find neither peace nor rest, haunting the remains of the erected building that had been constructed over the ground where their blood had been spilled in a battle so ancient that man could no longer remember that their time had existed.
In a city once built of crystal that had shattered like glass at the end of its millennium, this stone structure was a relic that people feared for the ghastly sounds of crying angels that they would hear coming from it on moonlit nights.