Falling Angel; Rising Demon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story of a dark room with evil inside..........

Submitted: March 16, 2010

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The moonlit branch raps against the cold glass. The tattered curtains hide the horror inside that room. They do not flutter; they blend in with the paranormal time-still that envelops the room. The darkness inside is like an abyssal void except for the lone flicker of a candle that is the only reference of time and meaning in the chamber. At one point the candle was white and pure; now dotted red from a source that hides in the dark. It serves one purpose, to keep the malicious creature within at bay. It is a last hope; like a promise that will never come true. This room is a different world, one where insanity is the normality, silence envelops the mind, and you realize all hope ceases as your blood curls at the thought of what becomes when absolute darkness unfolds. In the little light of the room, the wood floors appear scarlet, almost naturally. A closer look has one following the trail to the dark creature waiting in the corner. There, sitting in the dark with an uneasy aura of ethereal twilight is a fallen angel. She sits; waiting, a face in bloody hands. Her beauty was indescribable before she had fallen into this demented, yet final resting place. Her face was sculpted by the heavens itself; lean, angular, and soft to the touch. Her hair was pure as silk. Her cool blue eyes; a fortitude of comfort and solidarity. Now she knows no fear, no anger, no despair, no agony, no pain; just enveloping darkness that only desires for others to experience these mortal emotions. Her last bit of mortality fades with blood soaking into the floor. It pours from her cool blue eyes; dark tears teeming from eyes that now only see torment. It pours from hands, which only destroy. Most violently of all, it comes from her heart, now lack there of. She sits and waits for the inevitable to come; the light of her candle to go out. And as glances up, her candle, her last hope, fades out.


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