ANGELS DYING | ✓

3 | exile



one wave of his almighty hand and my power had been sucked out of me.

whirring across stones and ice in space was i, the last bout of light in me unhinged as it kissed the tails of a thousand galaxies— a spectacle for the gods to see.

watching from above were my brothers, unmoving as their love morphed into hatred, faces reflecting my chagrin as they gaze upon the backwash of my blasphemy.

this is the fate of an angel whose heart desires beyond what it's due.



you're probably just sitting there like, "finally, a chapter title i can understand." believe me i feel the same.