07-13-2010, 09:24 PM
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The words were like blows, striking against him with the force of a fist. The man was a devil. He’d repeated the act he’d committed against the mother onto the child. Halo did not need to spell it out for him. He understood, and righteous fire burned within his chest, desiring even more to tear the man apart. He would not get away with this. Their family had been built from blood and sin, yet Jael desired to rise up out of the mess and be something better, something far more worthy than what he’d originated from, if only as a vessel. He would stain his hands with the blood of demons, and he would take their darkness into his soul where it’d remain, destroyed when his wretched body was finally torn apart. He was not clean, not pure, but he would cleanse the world of one dark stain. And then, he would die. There was no destination at the end of his life save the destruction of those that’d inflicted harm onto him and onto his blood. Outside of that, only darkness remained. He was not the brilliant star in the night sky able to bring hope into the souls of thousands. He didn’t care to be. But if he could remove the pain from one heart that he cared about, then he would have lived with a purpose. She made the first move. The barrier shattered with that simple action, falling to forgotten shards. He moved the rest of the way forward, crossing the distance between them as he allowed the horrible expression to leave his face, taking her into his arms. “I’ll fucking kill him,” he said, voice low and venomous. |