Sounds of bones breaking echoed the silence, the noise of the wings flapping giving him a feeling that he loved so much. The faint smell of burning pits of hell. The aftertaste of fire burning on his skin. Memories haunt him as he looks around at all the hopeless souls that have forgotten what their life purpose was. Sometimes, he wonders, do they wish they could have those memories back as much as he wishes he did not have them, to begin with? His smooth silky skin slightly glowed under the moonlight.
Oh, how much he desires for things to be different but here he is. Received a promise of heaven but instead of that got a bittersweet taste of hell. No matter what form you have developed into — an angel, a fairy, a demon, there is evil inside of you. Or else you wouldn't be here.
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The Angels;
purpose: leading people to the gates of the afterlife, deciding whether they deserve a second chance or not.
rarity: none, angels are the most common form of afterlife.☙
— Han Jisung, least experience as an angel
— Age of death; 17
— Cause of death; unknown
— Current age; 18— Seo Changbin, wishes he was turned into a devil instead
— Age of death; 20
— Cause of death; natural causes
— Current age; 121
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Black Silk ✘ Minsung
FanfictionLooking into each other's eyes, words stuck in their throats. Screams and cries for help pierce through their ears and as the first tear falls, the younger boy glares down at his hands stained with blood and dust. Life is cruel. Why does one bel...