HIS DARK ANGEL- DEATH FOR A NAME.
It was said that the eyes were the windows to one's soul. But, what happens when one's soul is.... Dead.
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Eyes pure as melted gold reflected on the full length mirror, cold and lifeless. A gaze so calm it could scare a baby to tears and frighten the soul out of a grown man .
Azrael hated her eyes, they were ominous and spoke of death , the cause of her misfortune the reason for the dirge of her life. Despite it's ominous reflection, it portrayed nothing of what she felt , if she ever felt at all . As per her experience, emotions were the greatest of sins in this accursed world, they were the least trustworthy thing in the world, a door to one's deepest and darkest secrets. An abyss of feelings meant to be cursed and unfelt, unneeded in her already dead soul.
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A weakness buried deep into every living soul, waiting to claw out at every little hesitance to be ruthless, to curse the world and burn it down. It had ate away at her resolve and that little mistake had costed her Everything. Emotions brutally reminded her of how weak she was...then. So, if the eyes were truly the windows to one's soul, her's was...dead.
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Though she stared at the mirror, she reflected no signs of life, no longing, no dreams, and no expectations. Nothing seemed to waver in her ominously calm gaze, as she stared upon everything, living and non living being with dead nonchalance.
She promised not to waver in the presence of betrayal, not to be fazed in the midst of false affection . She was a calamity, a pariah distanced from by her so-called family, tortured by her enemies, a chess piece to her beloved , all because of one dreadful thing__ Love.
Her love turned her into the monster she became, and she revelled in the demonic satisfaction her hate brought to the shattered pieces of her soul and the dreadful screams of her enemies.
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So instead of love she shall__hate and become the monster in their nightmares.
MoonflaymeCX · ファンタジー
