The fall from grace and destruction
The tattoo hide the scars so well no one could see his secrets
Like many before he had lost favor with god and was casted from heaven. His white wings scorch to black ones of the demons he was forced to join.
Once thrown from the comfort of heaven he had been condemned to the cold emptiness of hell.
Hell isnt like the vision painted by humans. No fire, no brimstone, no screams of the damned. It’s a place of cold and emptiness. The voices of the tormented silenced a bitter cold cut both the flesh and the spirts. Isolation. It’s the torture of being unloved and unwanted. This was now his home. At least for now.
He now was an angel of hell a demon but there had been a mistake. God had scorched his wings and body but some how his heart hadn’t. It still shown with the spark of creation. This would also be his down fall and banishment from hell.
In the cold of hell fanned by the wings of other demons, they too cast from heaven for what god believed as crimes , he could hear the soft whisper of the damned. He heard the cries of the alone and forgotten. Cold and silent all of them reach out for a hand that was there.
He felt the pain of being cut off from love he knew the feel well his own creator had learned to hate him like all the other that would do the same.
Most don’t realize one can sin in hell.
The sin of sin in hell was kindness and that was his sin. He had reach out and held the hand of one of the damned.
Then once again cast out of the under world to walk the earth forsaken but both the Heavenly Father and the prince of darkness.
His black bat like wings ripped from him. Scares so deep not much would hide the shame.
He was cursed to walk with man but his hell was much worse than the cold and forgotten his was to love without limits to want and desire but never to get it in return. To bare witness of his heart just to be told he’s not enough unlovable, unwanted, and never to be seen for who he was a being of unending love. Forgotten by both god and the devil and by the humans. Just truly alone and unwanted
An ex angle turned demon not good enough for either place and forsaken but human he carried a pain that never was to be taken from him.
Forced into acts of kindness and beaten by the response. Never enough or just too much.
Even with every lose or the pieces left behind he was driven to keep trying. Every time it ended the same he was never enough.and finds out he was never wanted. Never believe the words believe their actions. It didn’t matter he was the one to carry the pain. The other just went on to love someone better than he would ever be.
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