When he's an angel who wakes up in the world of demons





"A decision like that once taken cannot be reversed. You should know better!" 

"I understand. But I can't stop myself. It's for the best."

"Forget everything. Throw everything out of your head. You don't know what you're saying. It's all in your head. You have cooked up a theory."

"It's a plan. Not just a theory. I will implement my plan. Sooner or later, I will."

"You are talking about walking on the grounds of hell. It might not even be symbolical."

"You can't stop me. I'll do anything and everything. Even if I have to walk on the grounds of hell, I will do it. I'm not backing."

"You should."

"I'm not. Take care if yourself please. That's all I wanted to say."

"Stop before I reveal everything to your parents."

"You won't if you love me. I need to do this. I can't breathe anymore like this. I need to set things right. For myself. I'm doing this for me. You won't stop me if you love me."

"I do. I love you. That's why I have to stop you. I'm sorry. Hate me, it doesn't matter to me anymore."

"You'll lose me."

"It's better to know I lost you while you're alive than dead."

"I'm not going to die, I'll come back."

"That's what she said."

The Fallen Angel

At first it was impossible to even get a single hue of red but as soon as he touched the red one, a whole garden of red clay was spotted. 


He cursed at his luck before opening the casket to see the color he had out in. 


On comparing the red he had with the ones that laid at a little distance, he knew he had to do something quick. 


He walked to the area and quickly emptied the casket making sure it was neat and tidy by the end of it. 


There was a load of different reds in front of him. Some were light, some dark and some he had trouble in telling apart. 


He was running out of time and wished he had a watch to know how much he still had. 


Taking some of the ones which he felt were the darkest one by one, he laid them all next to each other but he couldn't tell them apart. 


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