Something in him changed that day. Something in him snapped. He had spent so much time trying to be good. Trying to do the right thing. To spite his father, prove him wrong about the world...about love. But that day, proved him exactly right for the last time. The battered beast had the proof laying limp and bloody across his scarred spine. All the beauty in the world evaporated from from his mind and was replaced with blood. She had been so damn beautiful, so pure. She had been a beautiful shining light in the darkness of the demon's heart. He had shown her love. He had cared about her and had sworn to protect her. And yet, here they were.
His eyes were glassy, staring into nothing as he walked step by step through the swamp. He was covered head to toe in mud and blood by now. He felt her life dripping down his sides; felt his blood on his lips and between his claws. His heart was cold and he thought of nothing but what had just happened. He had killed before, many times. Death was nothing new to him and it would again become familiar as he left the other brute's corpse to rot away behind him. How anyone could kill such a delicate creature was beyond him. The image of that male standing over her damaged body was burned into his vision. Her lifeless eyes staring at him in betrayal. He hadn't been with her. He should have been with her, instead he was being selfish and dealing with his own issues. To love is to destroy. There were never truer words in the world. He destroyed her. He should have pulled her out of that nasty situation and then left. She would have been so much better off. He felt hot as he walked, he wanted to go back and kill that brute ten thousand times over. His breath fell heavy as he tried and easily failed to calm himself, to see any other color but red. His mismatched oceanic eyes could do nothing but stare though.
He hadn't even made it to the edge of the swamp when the fae nearly careened herself into him. He stopped his forward travel, massive paws sinking into the soft earth. He lowered his skull to hers, cold eyes glaring in blind anger. His leather lips lifted into a threatening snarl in an automatic response. The warning rumbled through him like thunder, engulfing his entire body. He remained motionless, thundering throughout just as she did. Her maw moved as though it wanted to speak. He could tell she was surprised and frightened, as well she should be. Blood dripped from his side, landing heavily on the earth. It was nearly audible through the tension.
When she finally found words again his eyes didn't even blink in response. The only part of him that moved was his mouth as he snaked out his reply.
"Murder"
It was the only word he could manage in that moment. It burned his tongue like wildfire. But, somehow, this one word opened a title wave of emotion and his world crashed down around him, engulfing him in anger and sorrow. He could have drowned in it. His limbs felt week, his orbs threatened to leak, and finally... the beast blinked. His thunder grew quiet but still, he stood his ground. Weakness would not be shown in this moment.
"She was just.... and that killer.. he was standing there... "
His deep words had turned to ice and the low growl dripped dangerously through as he stared at the small colorful wolf. She looked so much like her in this moment.
Archangel
Our fathers who aren't in heaven
Hallowed by thine names
Thy kingdom come, Thine will be done
On earth
As it isn't in Heaven
He is..... The final option
Male || Lone || Teen || Vipera || Word Count: 622
Photo and Table by Pompeii
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