One Demon at a TimeA Story by Aysiapt. 2 for Light and Dark, (contest entry)
"Mr Angel!" the little girl shouted from the ground, waving her arms about. She kept her eyes on him as he peacefully floated in the air, staring down on his dead opponent.
He made his way down to the ground, landing within two feet of the child. His long bronze arms smooth and free of scars, his blond hair glowing, his jawline set and straight, and his grey eyes blank. "Mr. Angel?" she asked, puzzled, while taking a step back, before her heels touched a vine protruding from the ground, thus stopping her. "You saw everything?" He said in a quiet still voice, laying his sword onto the cold dull earth. She nodded quickly, cautiously, not to provoke him to anger. He looked quite disturbed. His jaw clenched. "What did you see child?" "You and the bad guy...were fighting." Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the angel looked up at the sky, his face slightly disturbed, anxious. "Are you a guardian angel?" she asks, bravely taking a step forward. He shakes his head solemnly, and stares down at his fingers. "So you're like a warrior angel?" He swallows hard and looks up at the little girl. "I used to be." "You used to be? What happened?" In one fluid movement, the angel's wings expanded and he flew up eight feet into the air before landing on his feet. The little girl gasped, her blue eyes wide with fear. "I don't talk about the past. I only live for the future." His white wings turned black, his blue eyes turned blacker, and his blond hair was the blackest. "I am a fallen angel, earning my way back to heaven. One demon at a time, young one. One demon at a time."
© 2012 AysiaAuthor's Note
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Added on November 17, 2012Last Updated on November 17, 2012 AuthorAysiaMSAboutI'm very shy. A budding writer. Grammar freak, despite my use of fragments in this bio. A photographer. Young in age, but old in soul. Sort of. I consider myself an abstract writer (as in the art.. more..Writing
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