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(31) Angelus

Anyways, the story is far from over *I hope lol* I have still got a hellova lot of planned, so I hope u guys enjoy this :]

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Royally Sold

Chapter 31- Angelus

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The most unbearable pain seared through my mind, I held my head and rocked myself back and forth. Tears were streaming down my face as I cried out in agony. I wanted this pain to stop, to subside so I could think clearly. I tried opening my eyes a little bit and I caught the wild look in Lucas’s eyes, through all my pain I projected one last thought to him, before I succumbed to my death “Is she more important than your best friend or your sister? Luna?!”

Going silent, I was dead.

My body felt as if it was floating, like I was leaving my corpse and flying away.  There was no more pain, just a subtle blissfulness at the back of my mind; a soothing coldness flowed through my body, relaxing me instantly. I didn’t know where I was, what was happening to me. I couldn’t see anything, just the blackness that engulfed me. It wasn’t a bad type of darkness, it was warm and comforting and I embraced it.

I didn’t know my name, I didn’t know anything. I was living in the moment.

All of a sudden my sedated state came to an end and for the first time my wits came back to me and I felt myself falling. I started screaming, I looked down and I was hurtling towards the ground at record breaking speeds.

‘Use your wings you idiot, before you kill yourself! Again!’

What?! Who is talking to me? Where is that melodic voice coming from?

‘Stop worrying about my beautiful voice and open your damn wings before you become a pancake!’

I decided that maybe I should just trust the crazy voice in my head and listen. I unfurled my wings quickly and I was violently pushed back by the wind. Once I gained control I hovered slightly and looked at my surroundings. I slowly started floating to the ground. I was in some sort of forest, it was dark and misty. The trees had no colour, they were just black and white and the grass was burnt black. I landed softly on the ground and watched as a couple of crows flew away from their hiding places in the dead trees. I looked down at myself and noticed I wasn’t wearing a shirt, only a pair of white and gold pants, along with golden sandals.

“Weird” I said out loud, but I didn’t hear it I know I said the word but nothing was heard, “Weird” I said again. Yet no sound came out. I raised my eyebrows in surprise and started walking slowly. I didn’t know where I was going, where is that voice that was talking to me anyways?

‘I’m still here, don’t worry I'm watching you through my crystal ball while wearing a turban on my head.’

‘Really?’ I found myself asking, genuinely curious if the mystical voice was like some sort of gypsy or fortune teller, or maybe just some crazy ass person.

‘Just for that, when I fly you towards me...I am going to purposely ram you into a tree’ the voice said, sounding angry and offended. ‘I am not crazy; now unfurl your wings’

There was no way I was unfurling my wings for some crazy ass voice in my head, maybe I was hallucinating, or maybe this happens when you die?

‘Fine if you won’t do it I will’