Death, my angel ~The beginning~
Death, my angel
~The beginning~
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A white room was the first thing he saw, as he opened his eyes slowly. An oak desk in the corner, with a small computer on, a brilliantly carved tree chair lined up before it. In the middle of the room there was a glass table with some incense burning, a baby blue smoke moving trough the room before him, looking like small angels dancing.
Over the walls he only had book shells. Filled with the books he once in life had read or wanted to read.
But there were no door in the room, or no window. Only a mirror was lined up beside his wardrobe. And the things in that room… were everything he owned. And everything he had ever owned.
He sits up in his magnificent bed, wrapping the sating covers better around himself. Then he gets slowly up from the bed, walking over to the mirror.
~I can see you… my beloved~
He utters no word, but the voice echo trough the room, a sweet voice that matched his gentle features. His hair was white, and extremely long, reaching the ground under him like a cape. His body were slim, the same felinity as a young woman would have had.
But the thing that might be most noticeable with his appearance, were his eyes… They were covered with a blindfold. That were knotted by the finest silk, but blacker than the deepest night.
~Please my beloved… show yourself to me… just once… let me meet you.~
He laid his hands gently unto the mirror, and a small shockwave move over it, making the mirror look like it were made of water. But then a black hole appears in it, pulling the mirrors surface deep into itself. Before an image appear. Like a person were filming it from the other side of the mirror, in another reality.
“I mean it! I didn’t take your damn items! I said I would get my own didn’t I?!” Is heard from the other side of the mirror, and the image change from a computer screen to a young boy, he were leaned back in a office chair that he had before his computer, holding a phone in his hand. “I know I have one! I got that one myself!”
The white haired one gives a weak smile, before he walk closer to the mirror. Trying his best to reach for the boy on the other side, who tossed the phone out of his room now, before he rolled his chair over to the computer.
~Your name… my name…please… give us names…~
The room suddenly turn black, and the man pull away from the mirror, closing the gate as quick as he could. Before he turn towards the open wall beside him, as a door appeared.
“My dear archangel… why are you standing there talking to a mortal again?” Someone on the other side whisper and the young man quickly bow. A robe dressed man coming into his room. Face hidden under a white masquerade mask, only his lips showing under his disguise, as they curved into a mischievous gesture. “You haven’t found the right one yet have you? You are still searching for one who will listen to you?”
No answer from the other and the hidden one walk over to the mirror. The mirror trying to hide all proves of its actions before he had entered. But to no avail…
“You couldn’t reach him in this life either? He seems to be oblivious about you my dear… he will never seek you.” the lord laugh, and turn around, walking out of the room. “Give it up… you have even been here so long that you have forgotten your name… no matter what you do… no one will give it back to you.”
The ferocious lord disappears with the door and the white haired one walk quickly to the mirror again, quickly finding the boy again. Giving a weak smile… it wasn’t a problem... He didn’t need a name… he just wanted to watch him. To see him like that each day, he had watched him since he were born. And he knew he was his beloved. Nothing could change that.
~My foolish Archangel… I’ll make it so you won’t toss your time away watching a foolish mortal like him….~
The mirror suddenly breaks…each shard disappearing into the abyss it had been showing. Entering the world before it, each of it keeping one memory close…
Memory of the past, the present… and visions of the past, as it were meant to be.
And in the mean time, a boy turn confused, looking at the mirror he had beside his door… as it just fell together. Even the shards becoming dust…
~The beginning~
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A white room was the first thing he saw, as he opened his eyes slowly. An oak desk in the corner, with a small computer on, a brilliantly carved tree chair lined up before it. In the middle of the room there was a glass table with some incense burning, a baby blue smoke moving trough the room before him, looking like small angels dancing.
Over the walls he only had book shells. Filled with the books he once in life had read or wanted to read.
But there were no door in the room, or no window. Only a mirror was lined up beside his wardrobe. And the things in that room… were everything he owned. And everything he had ever owned.
He sits up in his magnificent bed, wrapping the sating covers better around himself. Then he gets slowly up from the bed, walking over to the mirror.
~I can see you… my beloved~
He utters no word, but the voice echo trough the room, a sweet voice that matched his gentle features. His hair was white, and extremely long, reaching the ground under him like a cape. His body were slim, the same felinity as a young woman would have had.
But the thing that might be most noticeable with his appearance, were his eyes… They were covered with a blindfold. That were knotted by the finest silk, but blacker than the deepest night.
~Please my beloved… show yourself to me… just once… let me meet you.~
He laid his hands gently unto the mirror, and a small shockwave move over it, making the mirror look like it were made of water. But then a black hole appears in it, pulling the mirrors surface deep into itself. Before an image appear. Like a person were filming it from the other side of the mirror, in another reality.
“I mean it! I didn’t take your damn items! I said I would get my own didn’t I?!” Is heard from the other side of the mirror, and the image change from a computer screen to a young boy, he were leaned back in a office chair that he had before his computer, holding a phone in his hand. “I know I have one! I got that one myself!”
The white haired one gives a weak smile, before he walk closer to the mirror. Trying his best to reach for the boy on the other side, who tossed the phone out of his room now, before he rolled his chair over to the computer.
~Your name… my name…please… give us names…~
The room suddenly turn black, and the man pull away from the mirror, closing the gate as quick as he could. Before he turn towards the open wall beside him, as a door appeared.
“My dear archangel… why are you standing there talking to a mortal again?” Someone on the other side whisper and the young man quickly bow. A robe dressed man coming into his room. Face hidden under a white masquerade mask, only his lips showing under his disguise, as they curved into a mischievous gesture. “You haven’t found the right one yet have you? You are still searching for one who will listen to you?”
No answer from the other and the hidden one walk over to the mirror. The mirror trying to hide all proves of its actions before he had entered. But to no avail…
“You couldn’t reach him in this life either? He seems to be oblivious about you my dear… he will never seek you.” the lord laugh, and turn around, walking out of the room. “Give it up… you have even been here so long that you have forgotten your name… no matter what you do… no one will give it back to you.”
The ferocious lord disappears with the door and the white haired one walk quickly to the mirror again, quickly finding the boy again. Giving a weak smile… it wasn’t a problem... He didn’t need a name… he just wanted to watch him. To see him like that each day, he had watched him since he were born. And he knew he was his beloved. Nothing could change that.
~My foolish Archangel… I’ll make it so you won’t toss your time away watching a foolish mortal like him….~
The mirror suddenly breaks…each shard disappearing into the abyss it had been showing. Entering the world before it, each of it keeping one memory close…
Memory of the past, the present… and visions of the past, as it were meant to be.
And in the mean time, a boy turn confused, looking at the mirror he had beside his door… as it just fell together. Even the shards becoming dust…