The feathers keep falling

The area was burned, the remains all but burnt to a crisp. Corpse lay strung about as the storm began to sprinkle sorrowful rain upon the carnage. I lay in the midst of it all, my body covered in blood and my body a glow with a crimson light. ".....Death....Death.....All deserve it.." I muttered, my eyes full of anger. I was fallen and could not be saved. I was a murderer, a demon; I was evil. These past few years I had no one, no one to hold me or to calm my fury. I finally blew up, resulting in this innocent village to be my target for my wrath. As I contemplated what I had done, I noticed a boy half alive, his body charred and bleeding. I cold only stare at him, wondering whether I should let him suffer. He looked of the age of 6 maybe even younger but the burns hid most of his looks. His skin looked like an oozing black crust. ".....Just die...." I murmured, sending a beam at him, blasting him into ash. My name is Michael, and I am fallen and lost.

A girl about 17 peered around a corner looking at the bloody mess that the man had made. She had been hiding, very well if she had to say so her self. She had pointed ears, which was hidden by her long dark brown hair. Her eyes were a aqua green, and she stood about 5'2. She was a elf, fallen angel mix. Her mother had been an elf and her father was a fallen angel. Though she looked mostly like her mother she had gotten a pair of dark gray wings with red tips from him. She was slightly afraid to adventure out. Yet there was something about the man that stood in the middle of the dead bodies, that made her want to adventure near him.

I felt the presence of life and glared, the light around me beginning to glow once more. "......I missed one...." I began to rise up, my wings spreading out. I sniffed and stared in her direction, my eyes a blaze. She smelled like a hybrid. Elf and...Fallen angel? How odd. I began to walk towards her, a flaming spear of power appearing in my hand. "Die.....all must die..."

She let out a soft squeal and hid herself under her wings. "Please don't hurt me...I did nothing wrong.." she whimpered looking up at him threw small spaces in between her wings. Her eyes shined and pleaded with the man. She didn't know why he was so upset and wanted to kill everyone.

I did not care that she weep nor cry. I was a murderer, a demon; I do not and will never care. "....All must perish..." I spat out, my spear growing even more. I aimed it directly at her legs, the beam would most likely already burn her a bit. I scowled and drove it within her right leg, wanting to hear her scream and yelp. She was just a thing in my eyes.

She let out a moan of pleasure as it entered her leg, a shiver went down her spine. Forcing herself on her legs she tackled him, throwing her arms around his neck. Barring her face into his neck "It's alright...you don't have to be angry anymore..." she whispered into his ear. Not knowing why she was acting this way...

I roared with anger and flung her off of my body, a blast of power circling me. "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME WENCH!" I growled and extended my claws and wings, my rage surging through my body. "......everyone deserves to die. Everyone!"

She gathered herself from the ground, her hair falling over her eyes. "Does that mean that you deserve to die..." she asked her voice changing as she turned her eyes blood shot red as her smile twisted and she drew two katana's from behind her. "I can make that wish come true then...if you want everyone to die...I can kill you...that away everyone has died..."

I noticed her change and stood up straight, letting her attack me. It would do no good. I have tried to end my existence many a time. My fury would not let me die. I was fallen and would never be pure ever again.

She ran her katana straight threw his shoulder blade. Blood spewing out of his body quickly "How does it feel? The pain...do you enjoy it...or is it you enjoy seeing others pain? Hnn...I can show you pain..."

I just stared at her, watching her as she attacked me. I was numb. My only lover who was connected to me so deeply that I felt empty was gone. I was a hollow shell. ".....Is this it?"

She stared into his eyes "I could do more....but I don't want to...I can't explain why...it's like...I am drawn to you.." she whispered a spark in her lighting that seemed fimilar to him...like..he was his past love.

I shook my head, my rage simmering down a bit. I grabbed her katana and began to carve out my heart, letting it drop to the ground. "........I am already dead."

She grabbed ahold of the katana as he attempted to cut out his heart. "Please don't do that Master..." her face went bright red as she realized what had came out of her mouth. She couldn't stop it, it spilled out of her mouth before she could even realize what she was saying.

I stopped in my tracks and realized what she had called me. Master? I am no master but yet she...She called me as such. "M..Master?" I was stunned and didn't realize the man running towards me, a dagger in is hands. "YOU'LL PAY FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE SCUMBAG!"

Her ear twitched as she heard the man, quickly she removed the Katana from his chest. Shoving him behind her small frame. The mans dagger went straight threw her shoulder. She gave a insane laugh. "Ow...that hurt.." she swung her katana upwards as she realized the man was caught off guard. She sliced threw his face, cutting it in half. She looked down at the half of his face that was on the ground, slowly she bent down and picked it up. "No one touches my master.."

I blinked an growled, not wanting to be the one behind her. I grasped her by her throat and flung her away, taking flight. I was pissed, no; I was livid. "How dare she push me out of the way....."

She coughed a bit, but quickly stood to her feet. Spreading her wings, she flew after him. Not understanding what she had done wrong. If she had not stepped in he would have been hurt.