*a single white feather appears to float in midair by the window of the sanctum, just out of reach. When you touch it, it slowly blackens and disintegrates to ash in your hands*
.....what...? *panting a bit due to the wounds and intensive dark magic usage*
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Sinister squinted, trying to comprehend. Angel. A real angel? Indeed. He wasn't like most men. He was a beast. A monster. A heartless corrupted version of someone who once was...decent.
Some blood started to drip, hitting the floor. He shouldn't have moved...
"Unnatural? I've done many unnatural things..."
He smirked, a fake smile, his eyes were focusing on the void. He was thinking what to do.
The more she spoke the clearer it became. She was there to kill him.
"Do all living creatures that enter a suffering loop have this destiny? Angels like you are sent to give the last...mercy strike?"
He coughed.
"Relax. As if. I won't let you kill me. I still am going to leave this crumbling reality...and I will have everything I want!"
Sinister focused, his purple aura shone. He was ready to fight back.
~~~ The figure seemed to heave a small sigh, tilting her head as though looking at a petulant child. It is the destiny of all mortal beings to die. I do not bring death; death brings me. Many men have tried to escape death before, but none have succeeded. It is inevitable. If you choose to resist, you will only prolong your suffering.
Her eyes lingered on his a bit longer. There was anger, and defiance to be sure; but she could also see the telltale signs of fear... and of deep, long-endured suffering. I... do not wish to hurt you. Doubtless you have experienced a great deal of loss... Do you not wish to see them again? Your... loved ones? Her gaze fell to his hands, one of which was eerily discolored at the fingers and clutched tightly around a book- an object that seemed to emanate a feeling of dread about the place...



















