Warning: This story contains sensitive religious topics
The wingless fallen angel
Surrendered himself to the contract of evil
In the past they even loved each other
He ended it by his own hand
The Fallen Angel
I was abandoned from the Heavens. My wing was wounded and I was lost in the realm of humans. I wandered into a town at dusk. That was when I met her... the girl with the most beautiful eyes. Once my red eyes locked onto her (e/c) ones, I immediately fell in love with her. However, I knew that we could never be together because she was a human and I am an angel. It was as if I had opened Pandora's box.
She smiled at me, but then she saw my wings and gasped.
"You're… an angel!" I nodded sadly. She extended her hand towards me and smiled. She brushed my dark hair out of my eyes.
"I'm _____________, who are you?"
"A-Alfred." I responded shyly.
That was how it all began. She nursed my wing and cared for me for a few weeks. During that time, I fell more and more in love with her.
One morning, I told her how I felt. Her eyes welled up in tears.
"Alfred, I'm sorry but I can't. It's forbidden." She said through tears.
"I'll cut off my wings for you!" I pleaded
"If you do that then I swear I will never speak to you again! Also it isn't just forbidden for you."
"What do you mean?" She paused for a moment.
"Alfred, there's something I haven't told you. I'm getting married in a few days."
My eyes widened in shock. Why didn't she tell me? I took a deep breath to calm myself.
"Congratulations _______________." I said with a smile concealing my sadness.
"Alfred I'm sorry but I don't have a choice. My family arranged it."
She looked like she wanted to say something but I flew out the door before I could hear.
I flew for miles, the cold wind stinging my cheeks along with my tears. I landed in a clearing in a forest and curled up under the shade of a yew tree, letting my sobs echo through the clearing, where no one could hear me.
Except someone could.
"Hello little angel." A soft voice with a dark undertone said. I looked up to see a tall man with purple eyes and pale hair standing before me. An evil aura radiated off him.
"Wha-" I began but he smiled coldly and cut me off.
"You seek to have an impossible relationship with a human, da? So sad, that you two should be parted when the answer is so simple."
My suspicions of the man's identity where confirmed when he held out an apple to me, its red skin shiny and perfect, unmarked by bruises or imperfections of any kind. "You're the Devil."
His smile grew. "We both know the prices you must pay for your wish to be answered. You must cut off your wings and gain free will from God by eating this fruit and losing your pure heart. The only way to become an angel again is if your human dies."
I hesitated, the importance of my decision weighing heavily on my mind. If I took the fruit, I could not go back to Heaven until I died and by then, they might not let me go back due to my actions. But I still loved ______________, and it seemed unlikely I could go back to Heaven either way. Making up my mind, I stretched out my hand and the Devil let the apple fall into it before disappearing. A knife gleamed in the place where he had been standing.
I picked it up and held it toward my back, my hands shaking. I took several deep breaths and pressed hard. My screams cut me as much as the physical pain of losing my wings. Ruby drops stained the grass and white feathers fluttered sadly to the ground.
Taking the apple, I held it to my lips. A sickly sweet scent reached my nose. I opened my mouth and broke the skin gingerly with my teeth and took a single bite. I didn't feel any different, but I saw my skin losing its tan shade and becoming more pinkish. I ran to a nearby pond and saw that my hair had lightened to a sandy blond and my eyes were now blue. A brief feeling of joy overcame me before a wave of pain from my back made me lose consciousness.
The Boy (Reader PoV)
As the day of my wedding drew closer, I strongly felt Alfred's absence like a cavity in my heart.
Finally, on the big day, I arose and put on my black wedding dress, a small symbol of my revulsion toward the marriage, before going to church early.
When I reached the church, I saw a figure standing outside, staring into the woods nearby. Curious, I drew toward him and started when he turned and locked eyes with me.
He could have been Alfred's twin, except his skin and hair were lighter and he wore glasses. But his eyes were the biggest difference. Instead of the garnet red that I was familiar with, this boy's eyes were blue and filled with mournfulness. He smiled sadly at me and I felt my heart pounding in a way that I hadn't felt since before Alfred had left.
"Who… who are you?" I asked.
"Call me Jones." he answered.
"You remind me of someone… Do you know a boy named Alfred?" A small noise escaped him as if he was laughing at a cynical joke.
"I knew him very well." he finally responded. "And I know about how you don't want to get married."
"If you come with me, you don't have to go through with it. I swear in God's name, I will do nothing to harm you." He held out his hand to me, his sad eyes pleading.
I didn't care that it was foolish. What I felt when I looked into his eyes was like a magnet pulling me to him. I would follow him anywhere. I took his hand and he gave me a genuine smile that almost reached his eyes.
The month that followed made me the happiest I've ever felt, except perhaps the time I spent with Alfred. The similarities between Alfred and Jones were astonishing to say the least.
There was a kind of thrill in doing something so wrong, so forbidden. But our love was pure and that was enough for us to not feel guilty for our sin.
One day he gave me a ring that he made by picking a flower and twisting its stem into a circle. I giggled as he slid it onto my finger and then we just touched foreheads and held hands.
That night, we made love for the first time and it is a memory I will relish for all eternity.
If only it could have lasted.
The Shot (Arthur's POV)
I stared down at Alfred and the girl, my blood boiling. Alfred had given up immortality and a pure heart for THIS? He was willing to risk an immortal soul so he could stay with a human girl?
I couldn't allow it. If my brother died, his soul would go straight to hell and I couldn't let that happen to him.
If the girl died, I knew, then Alfred would be freed from his contract. I didn't care about what would happen to the girl. If she went to Hell, then it would be a proper punishment for leading an angel to sin.
I flew down to earth, carrying a gun. I stood in behind the girl, watching as she admired a flower ring on her finger and smiling sweetly. It sickened me. I raised the gun and pointed it at her as Alfred came in.
"ARTHUR NO!" he cried. The girl turned toward us when she heard our voices.
"I'm sorry, but justice must be served." I said as I fired, piercing the black fabric and her heart instantly. She gasped and fell backwards lifelessly.
Alfred stood there in shock as he gazed at her body. His eyes filled with tears.
"No..." he whispered. I tried to approach him but he shoved me away. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" he shouted.
Looking back one last time, I spread my wings and flew upwards. "I did what I had to." I told him. My last glimpse of him was him slowing changing back into an angel as his hair and eyes darkened. His wings grew back, but instead of white, they were as black as night.
The Feather (Alfred POV)
It couldn't be. She couldn't be dead. Not after everything we'd gone through.
I knelt at ______________'s side weeping. I had changed back, I could tell from my new black wings, which meant that she was truly dead.
I held her in my arms and saw the flower ring still fresh on her finger. I knew what I had to do.
"My dear, lying cold," I whispered to her. "I will spend all my life for you as I swore on that day. My sin against God, all my acts of treachery should be paid for by my death, so I will die for you. I believe that's my fate."
A bright light shone from one of the windows and without saying a word, I exchanged my life for my beloved's.
It worked. _____________ opened her eyes slowly to see me.
"…Alfred?" she murmured as signs of life came back to her face. I nodded, tears streaming from my eyes.
"It was you the whole time…" I nodded again and spoke to her.
"I don't have much time. I wanted to say goodbye and tell you not to mourn me after I'm gone. Go back to your family and live a happy life free of sin. If there is any chance of us meeting again, then it will be in Heaven."
"But Alfred!" she cried, "I love you. Even before you were human I loved you. Don't leave me."
I pulled out one of my feathers. "Keep this then, to remember me. And always know that I love you."
I kissed her on the forehead as I dissolved into the bright light and felt myself being swept back up to Heaven.
My last sight was of _______________ picking up the feather and clutching it to her chest as she cried.
The wingless fallen angel
And the sinful black stained bride
Even after falling into the abyss
The vows' wedge entwine them
Retaining their unforgivable sin
When the fruit of sin falls into decay
They can meet again, til then…