When Something Pure is Tainted

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[shattered-justice]

“I can’t go back, not now,” Light whispered, his hands shaking. “I wrote the letter. They’ve read it by now, for sure. If I go back, my life is over. I can’t undo this, not even if I tried.”

The hole he had created was far too deep. The very thought of what awaited him at his house made him want to jump even more. The disappointed looks from his father, the guilt in his mother’s eyes, and Sayu’s pity and fear- he couldn’t handle that. 

“If I can’t even kill myself correctly, then I don’t deserve to live.”

[blood-stained-purity]

“ You can go back. Believe me. They’ll be more happy to have you back, won’t they? ” Zail knew the Japanese were people who held honor highly, and that committing suicide was a way to preserve it, but... that didn’t mean he didn’t want to try and talk him out of it. 

“ There is always a way to repair mistakes. Sometimes that takes time, b-but nothing is forever. Nothing except death. ”

[blood-stained-purity]

shattered-justice:

He froze when he heard the voice, staying silent for a while after feeling a hand on his shoulder. There was no way of knowing how strong this person was- he couldn’t risk bringing someone else down with him. He gripped the railing tightly, tears rolling down his face.

“I’d rather die,” he muttered, slightly surprised by how empty his voice sounded. He barely recognized it, himself.

“You don’t know me,” he continued, not bothering to turn and look at the man behind him. “This doesn’t involve you. Just turn around and walk away. Forget about me. Move on with your life.” He swallowed hard, feeling his throat start to tighten with emotion.

“Just let me die.”

“ I no longer have a life to live. ”

Zail stared silently at the back of the other male’s head, glad they at least seemed to be older than he was when he’d died. His heart pounded as he hoped the other would take their focus away from the edge, so he would be able to speak to them easier. “ I don’t want you to die. I really don’t. So, please, listen to me... Or, maybe that’s what you need. Someone to listen to you? I’m here, and I don’t plan on leaving until you’re not in any danger. ”

[blood-stained-purity]

🐑

"Um...! L-Let's see..." The flustered angel looked down, furrowing his eyebrows in thought. He had to pick something that didn't sound stupid, or else she may hate him for it... Then again, maybe she SHOULD hate him. Ahhh--Gulping, Zail tapped his fingers together, visibly displaying his nervous nature. "I-I don't know why you'd care what my nickname would be for you, b-but... I-I... How does Poison sound? Some of them are pink! A-And you jump around a lot... And you're really kickass...-- AH! I'm sorry for swearing!!" With that, he covered his face, ashamed of himself. Welp.

[memesbyghost]

Send “🐑” for my character to state a nickname they have for yours / make one up on the spot.

[blood-stained-purity]

"NEVER COME BACK!" Another shout from the angel, tears in his eyes as he watched the bullies run with their tails between their legs. How he hated those who harmed others without proper reason.

Then, his blood ran cold.

"Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of god," Zail whispered the words, phrases from the bible burned into his brain. He stared down at the foot which had kicked the man, his heart beginning to beat wildly. What if this was considered wrath!? He was upset with the bullies, of course. Angry, even...

He inhaled shakily, trying to get a grip on himself, fingers looping into his snowy hair. "I am not pure, I should go to hell..." he murmured, and would have gone on further, but his teal eyes settled onto the red and yellow clad. Exhaling only to inhale sharply, Zail began to scratch at his wrists. "I'm sorry!! I'm sorry, I should be focused on you, I'm sorry!" he apologized over and over, as if he would be punished for nearly spiraling into another mental breakdown. Kneeling by Jyushimatsu's side, he slipped his flip phone from his back jean pocket, starting to call for an ambulance. If worst came to worse, he'd heal the other in the hospital. He'd inflict a good amount of the damage on himself in turn, but he cared not about his own suffering, especially if it was to alleviate his family's own. In fact, lately, Zail had taken it upon himself to heal Jyushimatsu's little bumps and scrapes from playing outside as he slept, that way he would have no way to stop him, even if he found out.

And yes, he could try to heal this bigger injury, but he was highly unskilled in the art. Not only that, but it may seem suspicious to the outside world... Then again, it was Jyushimatsu, right?

Zail leaned down once the phone call was over, resting his hand on Jyushi's chest and lightly beginning to alleviate some of the pain. For now, it was the best he could do. Already, he could feel his body being overwhelmed with pain. They'd really done a number on him, hadn't they?

"I'm g-going to call your family, and they'll meet us at the hospital. I kn-know you might not wish to worry them, but I'd feel guilty if I didn't tell them you were hurt..." Zail felt a frown settle onto his lips, but even so, began to punch in the home phone number.

[rpmemesandmusings]

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[shattered-justice]

@blood-stained-purity

Light’s life felt utterly and unequivocally pointless. Sure, he as at the top of his class, and he’d managed to get into one of the most prestigious colleges in Japan, but that mattered little to someone who couldn’t shake the constant cloud that hung over him. The sheer amount of expectations the world had thrust upon him had been growing every day. He knew that this had been the last day his parents would ever appreciate his achievements. Up until now, everything had been expected. He knew they would never be as proud of him as they were today.

Gritting his teeth, he swung his other leg over the railing of the bridge, staring down at the rushing water. He’d left a long note, mostly full of apologies, in his room. He had no choice now. If he didn’t do this, he would have to go back to disappointed glares and uncomfortable questions. His life was over already, in his eyes. All it would take is one more step..

[blood-stained-purity]

It was then that a presence seemed to linger nearby, not malicious nor… human, for that matter. A cool breeze combed through their hair, one head of chestnut, and one of snow.

“Please, don’t jump…”

The voice behind him was soft, gentle, and almost vulnerable sounding. It was barely above a whisper, as if speaking a single word could cause an avalanche.

"I can promise you, there are better options..." Very delicately, a hand rested on the prodigy's shoulder, ready to grab and pull him up if he were to try to jump. Zail didn't want the other to make the same mistake he had... even if the angel still felt like disappearing altogether. He didn't want anyone of WORTH to die...

[mayorofthistown]

“If I had any dignity, that would have been humiliating.”

“Pray tell, what has brought you to lose your dignity to such an extent?” The look in the man’s eyes was one of utmost sympathy.

[blood-stained-purity]

mayorofthistown:

“A cry for attention may sometimes be a thinly veiled cry for help.” He spoke, his gentle tone unwavering.  “What is the matter, m’sieur? I will not judge you nor harm you for your words.” 

“ A-Ah… Um… Z-Zail K-Kenneth… I-I’m not from around here, so I’m sorry, m-my French is really b-bad… I’m still really sorry, I didn’t mean to draw the attention, really, I-I just, um, I d-don’t really need much help or anything, either, and I’m s-s-supposed to, um, help others instead… ”

[mayorofthistown]

He nodded in understanding and, without hesitation, began speaking in English so the other may understand them better.  “One who helps others isn’t necessarily void of needing help themselves.” He responded.  

[blood-stained-purity]

"W-Well, no, but... um, I-I..." The angel found himself at a loss for words, despite having switched back to his native tongue. If this man wished to help him, what could he really do? Though, he felt bad that he was speaking in English for Zail's sake. English was a difficult language, after all, and he didn't know how much practice he'd had with the language.

"I-It's really fine, you don't have to speak in English for my sake..." he explained, rubbing his arm to try to relieve the nervous feeling running through his body and crawling along his skin.

[blood-stained-purity]

Zail bit his lip, then started to stand, bowing his head some. "I-I'm a-an angel of darkness. I promise I'm n-not bad or anything! Th-The name just sounds worse than it is..." he stammered, tapping his fingertips together. "I-I, um..." Wait, how did he know his name? He... couldn't help being curious, but he was scared to ask.

He couldn't help notice the way he kept looking up above his head. Did he see the halo? The man probably wanted to know why his halo was there. "A-Ah...! Are... Are you looking at my halo?" he asked, glancing up toward the horned, black ring which stayed put above the crown of his head, as if attached by a pole.

"I-It's n-not what angel halos usually look like, but, um, y-yeah." He twirled around some, showing his wings as well, flapping them.

The deceased male remembered back to his earlier wishes of loneliness, heart yearning for someone to talk to. Perhaps god had looked down upon him and sent this man along? Ah! He was grateful! Looking to the sky, he pressed his hands together, whispering a soft "thank you" to the stars.

[blood-stained-purity]

cigarettes-and-googles:

It was a slightly cold spring afternoon. Normaly, the redhead wouldn’t have gone outside, but it wasn’t like he felt all that better at home, so he decided to do something crazy and leave his appartament for a few hours. To go on a walk and just buy cigarettes too, while he was at it.

He was… tired. Really tired. All he could see sometimes were lines of code and that was almost driving him insane. He needed to take a few days off but- he actually had to finish what he was working on first. Damn, why was working so difficult? Why coudln’t he just develope some program or something and make a lot of money with it-? Oh, right. Because, in the end, he had no idea of what to do and… his alias didn’t make it easier. Maybe that was why he had decided to get into hacking instead of just creating something and become someone. He had… grown up with that alias and just wasn’t used to his real name anymore. Becoming anything, anyone at that point would make a big fuss.

After a few minutes passed, he decided to actually just walk for a while. It was the when he tried to take a step foward and… tripped? The hell did he just trip on? Not only that, hut he had fallen over too. Great. It was only when he started standing up that he noticed a small albino boy. If by ‘small’ he meant someone that was maybe a year or two younger than him “O-Oh– thanks” he chukled, trying to laugh his akwardness away as he adjusted the goggles on his face “You tried to help anyway~” the redhead smiled simply “Are ypu lost?” He asked, after a few seconds of silence, as he wondered where had the albino even come from.

 “ Mm... L-Lost? N-Not r-really, um... ” The angel shook his head, a little surprised by the question. He knew he looked young, but he’d thought he looked at least 15! Maybe it was his height? He was a little shorter than the other.... “ M-My name is Zail. I’m o-on my own is all. ”

[mxnarchofmaggots]

Why are you screaming?              Don’t be afraid.

                           I LOVE YOU

[blood-stained-purity]

                                          @cigarettes-and-googles

That guy looked so cool!

Sure, his goggles were strange, and his fashion sense seemed off, but... Wow! The angel couldn’t help being mesmerized by the way he leaned against his sports car, the smoke from his cigarette drifting off gracefully and dancing in the wind...! Oh, he was cool enough to have a song written about him!

Standing still, the world passing you by, not a care in the world, a heart crushing pain lingers- Oh no!

Had... he just fallen over? Wasn’t he leaning on the car?? The young albino hurried over, holding out his hand, but he was already starting to get up. “ A-Ah! I’m sorry I didn’t get to you faster to help y-you, um...! ” Still so cool!

[blood-stained-purity]

( This is Lamb, here to present her angel oc (developed over 5+ years)! Please like or reblog if you’d be interested in interacting with Zail Kenneth, a teen whose life was cut much too short, and now has to do 1000 good deeds if he ever wants to get into heaven. )

[blood-stained-purity]

( This is Lamb, here to present her angel oc (developed over 5+ years)! Please like or reblog if you’d be interested in interacting with Zail Kenneth, a teen whose life was cut much too short, and now has to do 1000 good deeds if he ever wants to get into heaven. )

[magicbred-a]

Hey, guys! Do me a favor and LIKE or REBLOG if you’d be interested in interacting with a fandomless witch OC that practices necromancy and likes to turn gross people into animals that better reflect who they are. Fandom and OC friendly, ofc. 

[blood-stained-purity]

The angel made a squeak, feeling his wings suddenly snap folded against his back, locking up. His center of balance shifted behind him, causing the angel to fall off the branch and land on his back with a sickening CRACK. Breaking his neck in such a way should have killed him... for a few moments, he lay still, only to blink his eyes a few times and sit up with an uninjured spinal cord once more.

He made a soft whimper of pain, eyes tearing up. "O-Owww..." Zail moved to rub his eyes to keep the tears from rolling, looking up at the man in front of him.

"I-I'm re-really sorry...! I didn't mean to fall, it must have been annoying to have to worry for a stranger so pathetic as me, if you've worried at all. Y-You shouldn't... A-Ah...-- W-Wait, what's a sh-shini... shi... shinig..." he tripped and stumbled over the Japanese word, concentrating on trying to repeat it, anxiety rising. "Sh-Shinigami," he finally said, before looking down and starting to fidget with the sleeves of his grey hoodie to fight off some of his self loathing.

[blood-stained-purity]

@mayorofthistown continued from here.

Zail blinked when the other began to speak in English. He sighed softly in relief. “ A-Ah, um, I-I guess not, but i-it really doesn’t matter. I-I don’t matter. ” The angel smiled softly, before looking down and beginning to scratch at his wrist lightly; a nervous habit. “ I-I should be on my way soon, M-M… M’s… M-M'sieur… ” The angel internally scolded himself for tripping over the simple French word.