I saw an angel smiling at me. His wings were pure white like marshmallows. They were fluttering in delight at the sight of me, his smile growing even wider when I glared at him back. The angel took a few steps forward and knelt in front of me, holding out his hand to gently caress my face, as if he was afraid that I would shatter if he touched me too roughly or not enough.

I kicked his groin. He fell with a grunt, holding it between his legs. I grabbed his hair and dragged him towards me so that we were face to face, staring into his eyes. They were wide with fear, but there was also despair in them, like someone who doesn't know what will happen next. I look down. His lips twitched in pain, but I don't allow myself to feel anything, because I don't want to show weakness here. I tighten my hold on his hair until I hear something snap inside. I take a deep breath to calm myself. Then, I let go.

His hair fell loose from its tie, falling around his shoulders. The angel looked up at me, pleading for forgiveness, but I ignore him.

He looked at me pleadingly again. "Please, don't hurt me," he said softly.

But I'm not feeling anything right now. My stomach is empty. Everything else feels numb. Nothing matters to me anymore.

I raised a leg and kicked him in the head. I saw him fall backwards and hit the ground with a heavy thud. A trickle of blood oozed out from under his chin. It looked black against his pale skin. The rain was beating down heavily, washing everything away, leaving nothing but gray and black. There were no colors. No life. Only death.

The sound of the rain hitting the ground fills my ears as I stare at the fallen angel before me. His wings were still pure white despite the blood and the dirt coating them, but I didn't care anymore. His eyes are closed, but tears still leak out of them, making small puddles where they touch the ground. There was silence between us. Nothing moved or made sounds other than the drops of water hitting the floor below me.

I walked towards him, pushing his body to the side with my foot. With my right hand, I grabbed his wings and started to rip them off piece by piece, tearing them apart. Blood poured out of the wounds. Some splattered onto my hands and clothes, some even getting on my face and stinging my cheeks. But I paid no mind to this. All I cared about is the one and the only thing that mattered more than anything.

Blood was everywhere. Everywhere on my face and hands, on my clothes and hair. I had no idea how long I was destroying him. After a few hours, my arms ached painfully. When I finally got tired of ripping off the wings, the sky was dark. The only thing left was his bare torso, all bloody and exposed. I sat down on the ground and stared at him. I watched as the raindrops landed on his skin, creating tiny rivulets of blood that ran down his chest and arms.

A sudden gust of wind blew across me. It sent chills through my entire being, freezing me from the inside out. For a split second, I forgot my surroundings. All I can see is the angel lying motionless before me. Dead and bleeding. That's when reality snapped me back into focus. The cold air returned to my senses. My gaze shifted from the body to the skies above. The clouds were thick and dark grey, as always. The moon was hidden behind them, casting darkness onto the world beneath. I felt so alone at that moment, without anyone to help me get rid of the creature laying before me.

It's true what people say about angels. They are naive. So naïve... I never thought that angels would be able to feel such things... I've seen many demons before, sure, but never an angel. And never have I ever seen an angel cry. Never once, since the very beginning.

The rain has stopped now. The angel's body lay motionlessly in front of me. Its wings have been cut completely off from its back, its face covered with the mess, leaving only a pair of golden eyes staring unblinkingly at me. If angels could cry, then that should be exactly what I was doing right now.

I walked towards him, focusing solely on the task before me. I crouched down beside him. I placed my right hand over his heart and waited for it to beat. It wasn't there. He was dead. No pulse, no breathing. Just cold, lifeless skin under my fingers.

I leaned down slightly and pressed my forehead against his chest. Closing my eyes, I listened for any sign of a heartbeat. None was detected. Slowly, I lifted my head away from his and stared down into his eyes again. There was no emotion in his eyes.

My fist came straight into his face. He didn't flinch or make any noise. There was no reaction, just like his eyes. I punched him over and over again, hitting harder and faster with each strike. I couldn't stop. I wanted his head to stay separated from his shoulders. I wanted to feel my fist connect with his fleshy skull. My vision blurred. I didn' know if it was raining or sweat running down my face. My hand was throbbing from all the blows, and it wouldn't stop shaking.

After what seemed like eternity, I finally felt a faint beat in his chest, barely audible above the roaring thunder in my ears.

I stood up slowly. My whole body felt weak from exhaustion, the effort needed to push away my feelings for him had taken more energy than it should've, probably more than what I actually had. I turned my back to him, facing the rain, allowing the droplets to wash over me.

"Why?" I muttered. "Why do you hate me so much?"

No answer came. Just the endless pounding of the raindrops on my hair, my body, and my soul.

I stayed silent for another minute. Maybe two. Time didn't seem to be passing.

"You know why, angel," I growled. I heard the rain splash on his face, mixing with his blood and dirt. I looked down at my hands, which were stained in crimson. I was dripping wet, and the coldness of the night air seeped into my bones.

"You killed him."

"And you'll destroy me." I knew he didn't speak, but I continued anyway. "Just like you destroyed everything else."

Silence. Then.

"I can change!" The voice came from behind me, muffled by the raging storm.

This time I did turn around. I couldn't bring myself to look into those bright blue eyes that held no anger, no love, no compassion. I couldn't bear to see the broken expression that would soon replace all of the emotions.

"What?" I sneered, trying to hide how shaken I truly was. What he's saying sounds absurd, but what if...?

"I can change," the voice repeated calmly. "I can become human again, so long as I remember the truth. But I won't. Not until the demon that murdered the last angel comes here and pays for the sins he committed. You will come with me, my dear friend."

I stared at him. I blinked a couple of times. Something stirred within my chest. Something warm, like the fire within me after being trapped inside ice blocks for centuries. It was like having a fire burning inside me. The urge to follow after the angel grew stronger and stronger. I had never felt anything so overwhelming before.

"I'll come with you."

I don't know how he knew that I would accept his offer, nor did I know how he knew how to change himself. All I know is that I would give him the chance to prove to me that I am wrong. And then I would kill him. For real this time.

I walked forward, stopping right before my angel. I cupped his jaw and pulled his face closer. Our bodies touching, I bent my head down and planted my lips on his.

The angel's lips pressed gently against mine. It was soft, yet firm. At first, our lips touched, then both went deeper. He took control of the kiss. His tongue traced every part of my mouth that it could find. I followed suit, licking, sucking, and teasing. I opened my mouth slightly allowing his tongue to slip inside. We explored each other's mouths. It didn't matter who started the first kiss.

"Now then... let's go," said the angel.

His voice rang in my head, echoing all around me. As he dragged me along, the world around us started to crumble and shatter. Darkness engulfed me, blinding me from the light coming from the angel behind me. Everything went black.

The next thing I knew, I woke up. I slowly opened my eyes and noticed that I was on the ground. The ground where the angel laid, dead. A single drop of blood fell from his head onto my legs. I could hear a soft ringing sound coming from somewhere behind me. Looking around, I saw the angel laying in the exact spot where I had found him. His eyes were wide open, staring blankly in the distance. His chest was not moving anymore and his body was lifeless.

He was dead. I killed him. This is what happens when you kill angels, right?

Suddenly a voice rang out in my head.

The angel spoke. His tone sounded calm and collected, as usual. It was still him. It didn't belong to someone who'd died, not really. In fact, I'm pretty sure I saw something moving in his eye sockets. I shook my head and stood up. I brushed the sand and dust off of myself. Once I was done I looked around. The forest was silent. There were no leaves rustling around, no birds singing in the trees. Only the rain, pounding mercilessly on the ground and soaking us both completely.

I didn't know where to begin, so I decided to leave the question unanswered and walked past the angel, heading back into the town. I kept walking, following the road that led back home. The sky darkened with a new set of grey clouds.

The rain became heavier the longer I walked. It soaked me immediately. Water was pouring down like bullets, splashing into my face from time to time, filling my mouth with water, and then forcing itself back down again. I tried my best to move away from it, but every time I moved further away from the riverbank, more and more drops would fall onto my body from the heavy rain. Eventually, I gave up trying to avoid the water. I had no choice but to take a break, sitting under a tree. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, enjoying the feeling of the breeze brushing through my hair, ridding me of the sweat sticking to my neck and face.

The silence was suffocating. It made it easier for the voices to take hold of me. Their words flooded my mind, drowning me in memories of their previous owners.

They started laughing. They didn't stop for several minutes.

A smile formed on my face as I recalled the scene before me. I hadn't laughed like that in a while. I had forgotten how nice it felt to finally laugh freely.

Another memory flooded my thoughts.

Their voices faded away as they disappeared from my consciousness.

That was definitely the first time one of the voices talked to me directly. Usually, I could hear them, but now I couldn't even hear the gentle whisperings of the wind. It felt strange.

Then another memory came flooding into my mind. It wasn't a pleasant one. I remembered everything from the moment I met him. His beautiful, innocent blue eyes always held such warmth and kindness. When he smiled at me, everything about him lit up brighter than the sun ever had.

There was nothing beautiful about him anymore.

Nothing good about his life either.

It hit me like a bullet train. I'd gone too far. I'd hurt him too much to go back. I couldn't bring myself to walk away from him. So instead I ran away from him.

I quickly stood up, wiped my face, and walked away. I tried to ignore my surroundings. I focused on breathing deeply, making sure to keep myself in check.

I was going to fix things with the angel. No matter what.

THE END