ash_knight17

[Mature content 18+. No rape]

"Your bed is cold," spoke a voice in the room that had her eyes go wide in fear. Nervously, she turned around, gulping softly to see a shadow on her bed as if someone laid down there. The man who had been lying down sat up emerging out from the shadows where he had been waiting for her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked when his feet touched the ground and he pushed himself up to start walking towards her. His handsome features looked darker than usual because of the lack of light in the room.

"I came to meet you," he tilted his head, "Where did you go?"

"I went out for a walk," came the quick reply that had him smile, a smile that scared her the most.

She took a step back when he came close to her. It didn't stop him from cornering her, and her back hit the wall behind her. He raised his hand towards her face, and she closed her eyes, scared. She shuddered when his fingers trail down from her temple and her jaw and neck. Her blonde hair was left open.

"In the middle of the night?" she didn't answer him knowing he could decipher her lies through her words. He stepped closer that had her turn her face away from him and his words vibrated on the skin of her neck,

"Did you go to meet him, my sweet girl?"

The Crown's Obsession

The words that Reginald just spoke, it felt as if it was a similar case to hers. Unable to contain her curiosity, Madeline carefully asked, "Who removed his wings?"

Reginald took time to recollect on what he had heard from people and he said, "It was the fellow angels, the cursed angels who were thrown to this earthly realm. There are some books that has recorded the events but there's no dates or time on it. It is said that the fallen angels were jealous about that one angel, that they decided to take away his wings after making him unconscious."

"That's barbaric to do it," whispered Madeline. Her grandparent's had got her wings removed too, and every time she tried to walk in that memory lane, she felt the pain on her back return. Like she could feel every rip and burn that was nothing less to dying, "I don't think I have heard this story being told before. Why did they do that?" she questioned Reginald.

Cathedral glass- Part 2