Chapter 1: Death

Chapter 1: Death

"Why?”

“Was I wrong? Is telling the truth now a crime?" The young man, with wings as black as coal, was on the brink of execution at the tender age of 210. His eyes were dark and his hair was jet black, a taboo combination in the eyes of heaven.

He had faced discrimination and bullying throughout his life, and when he tried to speak the truth, he was met with execution. But he knew he was not in the wrong. He had simply fought back and exposed the injustice that had led to his impending punishment.

His own family had detested him, and his supposed lover was nothing but a greedy opportunist. Even in the great expanse of Heaven, he had been unable to find true and eternal happiness.

As he was dragged to his birth city where everyone eagerly awaited his execution, he couldn't help but question himself. He laughed bitterly at the irony of it all, for he had once believed in the justice that God had created.

Many stared at him from the everlasting buildings, watching the scene through the windows.

A few decided to take part in his procession to execution. They threw the lying, quite normal-looking yet different stones and pebbles at him.

As he was being stoned, he began to bleed, his blood being as dark as night, considered an omen by many. It was because of these things that he earned the moniker of "The Dark Angel".

Throughout his life, he had experienced only one moment of true happiness, when he believed he had found his soulmate. But that joy was short-lived, as he soon discovered that his love had been fake. From that point on, his life had been nothing but a continuous cycle of misery and despair, as if it hadn’t been earlier.

The words "Kill him immediately! Execute him!" echoed across the vast land, and even the children looked upon him with disdain, as if he were a monster. The weight of their condemnation made him question himself and wonder if he truly was in the wrong.

Children were considered to be pure, an incarnation of God. But that seemed far from the truth. The children, having no hatred in their eyes, followed others. They copied what their parents, teachers and friends did. Not realizing the weight of their actions, they too committed injustice with innocence.

The Dark Angel couldn’t help but smile while experiencing this, a smile that wasn’t visible on the face but surely sparkled within him, a smile which was filled with grief, understanding and resentment… A smile, which he didn’t ponder much about, as, he cared no more.

The supposedly golden shackles that were tied around his wrists, which had already turned black, as if they had corroded, made him experience pain, but this couldn’t even hold a candle in front of his life experiences.

Two guards, wearing golden armours made out of one of the strongest materials, having crests of a horse with wings - Pegasus - in the front, around the chest area, pulled the chains attached to the shackles, indirectly pulling the criminal, delivering him to the grand platform, prepared for his departure.

He was already entitled to death, and the executioner prepared to carry out the sentence, but before he could perform the given task, a sudden cry pierced the air.

The voice didn’t have any hint of sadness. It was just a loud scream, only meant to grab attention.

The dark angel, who had accepted his fate by closing his eyes tight, mustered the strength to open them.

He was too weak to move his gaze around, and he didn’t even need to try as the one who shouted, happened to be right in front of him. Although their eyes didn’t meet, the dark angel did get a chance to catch a glimpse of the kind person, who had extended his life by a few.

Beautiful and seducing lips, blue-coloured eyes and yellowish golden hairs - these traits were rare and couldn’t possibly escape any person in Heaven. The one who intervened matched the said description.

The criminal couldn’t take off his eyes, not because he was mesmerized, but because he simply didn’t have the strength to do so. Adding to this, it was also because the said person was familiar.

It was his first and only love, appearing seemingly out of nowhere and shouting, "STOP!"

All eyes turned to the woman who had interrupted the execution, and even the executioner hesitated in his duty. The sudden interruption had taken everyone by surprise, and a hushed silence fell over the crowd as they awaited her next move.

She took huge strides, walking straight towards the platform, and then climbing it. No one bothered to stop her. Many wanted to see the show unfolding while some, especially males, were just mesmerized by her beauty, which was visible to them after she took her robe off.

The girl walked slowly towards him, every step she took capturing the attention of the crowd. The air was thick with anticipation as they watched the unfolding scene with bated breath.

With every step the girl took, the dark angel was forced to suffer from pain even more. But he didn’t mind. If he could see, at least, one person caring for him, he would definitely not mind suffering from little more pain.

Even though he knew, that she was no longer his girl, he still looked at her, staring at her and perhaps, enjoying each and every step she took.

And in that duration, thousands of thoughts unfold, one of them being, a glimmer of hope!

He had already lost his battle against fate, and with all that had happened, he had surrendered to his destiny, death. He no longer longed for this life, it just didn’t matter to him.

But now, as his death was stalled, and as he saw someone coming for him, a small thought rippled the calm pond, causing him to wonder… wonder if he could somehow survive.

A secondary thought, a little contrasting one from the first, originated too.

As the chance of him being dead, was significantly higher than anything else, and since the sentence was already given, which under no circumstance unless God intervened could be revoked, he just couldn’t help but ponder if she had come to give a final farewell, a small goodbye.

However, he soon realized that he was wrong and that her intentions were far from pure.

"Alisha... thank God you came, I wanted to see you..." the Dark Angel spoke, his voice filled with both, gratitude and sadness. He couldn't help but feel a sense of longing as he gazed upon her.

Only he knew with what difficulty he spoke those words. Despite being in pain, he tried his best to sound as gentle as possible. He didn’t use the chance to vent his anger, for her betrayal, cheating behind his back or dumping him in front of all. He just couldn’t afford to waste the little energy on meaningless words.

He even tried his best to smile, for it only seemed a bit creepy. He tried his best, not to impress the lady in front of him, but to at least, get one wish from her.

But instead of showing any kindness, Alisha's gaze was filled with contempt as she looked down at the Dark Angel, as if he were nothing more than a lowly scum.

She knew very well that she was the one who had cheated, betrayed and taken advantage of him, but in front of all, she pretended that it was this lowly scum who had done the deeds, after all, who would stand for such a guy that was already isolated from the society?

The Dark Angel was at a loss for words, his throat dry and his energy drained from the ordeal he had been put through. All he could manage was a feeble, "Alisha...?" as he looked up at her with pleading eyes, hoping for some kind of explanation or redemption.

To the Dark Angel's horror, Alisha did not offer any of those. Instead, she turned to the executioner and demanded the sword.

The confused executioner questioned her intentions by merely staring at her, but after looking at her smirk, he instantly knew what she was up to.

Without further hesitation, the executioner handed it over, and to the Dark Angel's dismay, she used it to chop off both of his black wings.

"Arghhhhhh!!!"

The pain was unbearable, and the Dark Angel let out a bloodcurdling scream as both his wings were brutally hacked off. He writhed on the ground, tears streaming down his face, as the chains that bound him prevented him from moving or fighting back. All he could do was cry out in agony, his screams echoing throughout the entire land.

The strength for the cries… their origin couldn’t be known for who thinks about that while looking at someone in pain?

They only laugh or show fake sympathy, the latter was not an option for him though.

He was only met with laughter, as everyone enjoyed the scene.

“These disgusting black wings always strained my eyes.”

“Finally they are no more.”, her words, barely audible to him as he kept screaming, were supported by many nearby who could hear her clearly, despite the criminal’s cry.

The executioner clapped, followed by the audience applauding for what she had done, which only made her more confident for the next words that she spat out of her mouth.

"Let me do the honour of killing him!", she said with cold eyes.

‘The ones who seek strength may end up astray. But the ones who seek the right path will be greeted by indefinite strength.’

He always believed this and choose the right path… but… he never received the indefinite strength that was mentioned.

The source of strength for the cry did have an unknown origin, but the strength to speak the next few words was definitely awarded to him, not because he sought the right path, but because of the anger that had built up from his birth, into a volcano, which erupted after the recent action.

The Dark Angel closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, feeling a surge of defiance rise up within him. He refused to give up without a fight, without a final word.

“Fuck You.”, he said.

Those golden words… No one knew its origin, no one knew what they meant, and even the dark angel, who perhaps, by chance, stumbled up these words from some texts of the creatures created by God, knew nothing about it, but his gut feeling made him spit it out.

Everyone failed to grasp its meaning, but they understood, by his expression, that it was definitely, not a pleasant word.

"You all made me this way. It was your discrimination and bullying that pushed me to the edge. But now, all you do is put the blame on me?”, the voice echoed throughout the area.

The sudden strength after those golden words seemed infinite! It's as if he could go on forever.

“I’m ominous, right? So here’s an ominous wording for you my friends.”

“Revenge.”

“A good word right?”, he said with a smile, not creepy, but a decent smile as if he was perfectly fine. But this perfect smile, changed into a scene of horror as he widened his eyes and spoke the next words.

“I'll make sure to have my revenge!"

“Indeed, it wasn’t you, but me who was wrong.”

“I shouldn’t have stayed quiet while you all barked.”

“I should have caused chaos and killed all those who stood against me…”

His words were shaky and imperfect, but the curse he was uttering sounded powerful and ominous.

The air around him started to vibrate, as if an Airquake, something similar to Earthquake, occurred.

Goosebumps, it knocked on everyone’s door.

“I should have been the audience of this Execution Show.”

“Hahahaha.”

“...”

A moment of silence prevailed which was followed by yet another laughter.

“Hahaha, I’m not a heartless fool like you. So, I won’t stop from giving you a warning before killing you…”

“But beware, if we ever have an encounter, forget about returning alive…”

“You won’t live another day to see the sunrise for I AM THE DARK ANGEL!”

“...”

His words echoed through the crowd, leaving an eerie silence in their wake.

The criminal spoke no other word.

The lady with the sword, Alisha, remained speechless.

In all the time that she had spent with him, she had never, not even once, seen him display such anger or raise his voice in such a manner.

She was just shaken, completely paused as she stared at the criminal’s lowered head, her eyes gazing at his black hair.

It was as if she was staring into blank space.

However, she was brought back to reality as the crowd started to chant about killing the dark angel after regaining their composure.

Alisha raised the sword up to a certain height and then swung it with great strength.

And just as the sword was about to touch his neck, he murmured, “Fuck you.”

It passed cleanly through the angel’s head, who was now, proclaimed dead.

The crowd started to cheer, everyone overjoyed by what had happened.

Alisha looked at the crowd and raised her sword, as if it was her victory proclamation, however, just as she did that the dark angel’s head rolled all the way to her heels.

She shifted her gaze from the crowd to the head, only to find his eyeballs moving, looking at her one last time and then looking at the crowd, as if, memorizing their faces.

She was baffled by what happened and rubbed her eyes once, to check if she was merely hallucinating. But by the time she finished her preparation to check the head again, he was now, really dead. His eyes were lifeless.

‘Yeah, I must have made a mistake…’, she thought.

Indeed, she did, but the one she realized was the wrong one!’

"You should have never been born...", she murmured.

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‘And that’s how I was murdered…’

“Haha…”

“But fret not, for I swear on the name of The Dark Angel, that I will have my revenge.”, a boy with jet black hair, and black eyes similar to the dark angel, but with distinguished smooth white skin, a contrast to the rough tanned skin of the angel, stared at the night sky, while clenching his fist, so tightly, that is uncut nails pierced through the skin, making him bleed.

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