The face of a angel. Chap. 2
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The sockets that contained the golden eyes, opened. The world slowly beginning to lose it's foggy coat... when the coat was dropped he found himself no longer in the fringed cold, nor in the blazing pits of the underworld, but rather inside a room. At least he thought it was a room, as he could see a stone ceiling.
The veiw of the ceiling was suddenly pushed away by two blue eyes suddenly blocking the "amazing" view of the ceiling.
The face that held the eyes soon became visible as they leaned over the male. There skin was pale as porcelain .. no ... it looked like it was porcelain having that rich valuable feel to it . Having no color in the face besides a soft pink on the cheeks and perfectly placed freakles on each side of there cheeks.
Oh and eyes where big and doll like, and as blue as the gem sapphire, having that shine to it as well. The lips looked soft and delicate, and the nose as well. And to tie this all together was short, about to the chin length maybe a tad bit longer , spiraling jet black hair. There face didn't look that it could be of a human, it looked like a living doll... or a angel .
A uproar of laughter escaped Erik's lips, scaring the delicate creature. Causing it to jump back a bit. " and here I thought," he coughed " I was going to hell," the rest of the room became into view as Erik sat up to look at the scared dolled eyed person.
The walls where made of cool gray stone, only illuminated by candle light. It was very bare, the only few things in the room was the small twin sized bed Erik was sitting on, a full length mirror, a small desk, and a black thick book laying on the desk. It wasn't a big room as well, seemed to be made for one person and one person alone.
The lights illuminated the person as well, showing them in a black dress, of a nun and a cross around their fragile neck... that could be easily be crushed by the bigger man. The nun wouldn't give much of a fight seeming so small compared to erik. One forceful squeeze is all it would take. Then A beautiful display of glass all over the floor for the demon to look at. Such a beautiful sight.... but better to leave that just for a dream. Or a nightmare.
There eyes where internangled with each other as Erik had these thoughts. Him eventually cutting off his thoughts to speak to the angel in front of him, " seemed I am not dead, but doesn't explain you, little carnation."
A look of confusion hit the angels face. As to ask him why the nickname. But there lips didn't dare move.
"I do not know your name little carnation , why do you not grace me with your voice- if it is like your face it shale be as lovely." Erik hummed, but didn't stand up, still sitting on the small chaise.
The child of god still didn't move their lips as if they where sew together with needle and thread.... the man then remembered he heard a while back... that nuns had there touges cut out.... that would be such a shame if true. What monster could take a voice away from this little flower. This idea that formed in the phantoms mind caused the man to tower over the sister- grabbing them by their cheeks - his strong bony hands squeezing the soft inhumanly white skin, forcing the mouth open.
" you have a tongue - so it means you just won't speak..." he said looking inside her delicate lips as the angel squirmed a bit. Feeling him squeeze their cheeks, he could break such a pretty face ... her inhuman... pretty face. Such beautiful should be Unachievable... it was unnerving though . She lacked so much color , looking like a doll. This face.... her face reminded him of his own disfigurement... his face.
Oh, how her face mocked him! Such beauty to mock a monster! This is what the world played at! To torcher him, she most likely only helped him to mock him with her eyes! A sharp growl excaping his lips, causing the nightmare to take reality. Grabbing the frail neck between his damaged fingers.
Lifting the weak and light body with one arm. Holding her up, squeezing the neck, slowly. " how dare you mock me you snake!" The phantoms voice boomed as her glass like legs kicked, fear filling those blue big eyes.
Oh how pretty the doll would look broken in the floor . He wraps his fingers tightly around, more and more... " speak you brat ! Fill us with your perfect voice! Or am I too Repugnant to even speak to!" His beautiful but ridged voice boomed out. Staring into those big eyes. His fingers curl around her neck, pressing, closing, stopping any air...
Her lips opened gasping for air, drool dribbling down her lips, her face becoming a blue color.... just like her eyes. Him continuing to move as he choked her, then he saw it.
The mirror, no in the mirror. His face, wrapped tightly around with bandages. She thought he had harmed himself, paying no attention to his face... and had wrapped it up... she only tried to help him. His fingers loosened around her neck dropping her to the ground. Her lungs gasping taking in the air.
Oh what a generous host she was and he had done nothing but miss behave. What a terrible house yes he was.. If she didn’t fear him before she had to of now. Her eyes not even looking at him anymore.
"do I scare you." Of corse he did... what kind of question was that. Who wouldn't be scared of him? And after all that all he has done... the mark now on her neck.. she must of feared him. Like everyone else. But insted of getting a yes, her head moved left to right.
Oh, how could she lie to him ... lie that she was not afraid of this demon... tears in her eyes showed she feared him but, she denied it. To say in a way, that it was fine. Why? Why not kill him where he stands... why-
" Lucien "
The phantom raised a brow, she had spoken her words soft and dainty as their appearance. It was sweet, not as sweet as Daae's but sweet... non the less. But why choice that word? Only one way to find out..." exuse me?" The demon asked.
" You didn't know my name.... now you do..."