looking for heaven found the devil in me; straia & family

[Rodrik]

Thump, thump. The dark form crawls forward, slipping through the shadows and mist of the forest. It moves with quick steps, muscles and bones working together as nature intended for, as the scent of death trails behind it. The devil peers through hooded eyes, dark and hollow, but there remains a familiar color of nutmeg in the eyes. Its eyes search across the familiar pine forest frantically like a bloodhound so close to the scent. Thump, thump, thump… It calls out to the beast, it screams to come closer. The red stallion moves faster, hooves picking up higher. He waves through the ancient pine trees with ease as the mist blinds him from the path in front of him. It did not matter though, the dark form knew exactly where he was going. These lands were not foreign to the once native dweller of the Chamber. He had once been something special to this place here, a king among the forest. However, he was something entirely differently now. Thump, thump… The sound is closer now. He can almost taste it, the sweetness of blood between his lips. It makes him salivate, like a mad man; dripping from the corners of his lip. A hunger for blood fills his eyes, it is so strong, an instinct that he cannot resist for much longer. It could never be resisted though, not even when it lurked within the very depths of his soul. THUMP, THUMP. As he reaches the center of the land, a repugnant smirk grows across his tattered lips. The land opens before him and he steps forward into the light, revealing a disaster, an old fable to scare the young children. He is strung together barely by bones and muscles. Cartilage, ligaments and tendons are the only things that hold him in one piece. Rotted flesh hangs in strips and patched all over his body. As he moves his bones crack, rattling against one another. His eyes are sunken, hollowed, and lifeless. It is only a hunger that fills his eyes and gives him life. “There you are,” he coos softly with a deep, raspy voice as he stands beneath the heart of the kingdom. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. The heart rattles underneath his dying body.

Rodrik

angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become devils

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