Death Song of the Angels

[REVENGE]

Death Song of the Angels

A story of angelic romance; if you're a guy... save yourself the trouble and just don't read it. xP

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Prologue - Page 1
Chapter 1 - Page 1
Chapter 2 - Page 1
Chapter 3 - Page 1
Chapter 4 - Page 1
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Chapter 6 - Page 1
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Prologue

“Do you believe in me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“… Do you love me?”

“More than anything.”

Their lips met; the incandescent glow of the angel radiating from her skin and onto the man’s. They held a bond that was stronger than anything, stronger than eternity itself; love. She was a guardian angel; he was a mortal man. But they held love for each other that surpassed all bounds. Their lips collided over and over, tears running down her angelic face; never had she thought that she could experience a feeling such as this, a feeling so overwhelming. The angel had no wings, nor a halo; the only aspect of her that revealed her angelic existence was the glow on her skin, the faint shimmer surrounding her body. The mortal man was nothing special to mortal eyes; but to her, he was everything. And so they became intertwined in something greater than the world could have possibly imagined.

[Frozen Angel]

Another vividly-written, descriptive piece of work... Keep it going, Lindsey, keep it going... don't ever stop writing... In the next school essay I have to write, I'll include your name in it. As a dedication to you. Because you deserve it.

[REVENGE]

Thank you. =] Very much. <3

Chapter 1

Moonlight shown into the room where they were embraced in each other’s arms, dancing slowly to a song that only they could hear.

“Frank?”

“Hm?”

“… When do we have to stop?”

“What do you mean?”

“The dancing, the kissing… the loving.”

“We can dance forever, Ali.”

They both smiled and let their eyelids fall, allowing their gentle movements to take them to a place far from the world they were slowly dancing in. The song that played through their ears as they rocked gently back and forth was a chorus of heavenly voices only they could hear; voices that were so joyful that they were both so dearly in love. That which they felt in their hearts, in their souls; it wasn’t an Earthly love. It was something far more.

Serenity took them away, floating and flying, soaring and smiling. They were gazing at eternity, so lost for words and unimaginably content. They felt that nothing could ever tear them apart; the bond between them was far too strong for that. Her light blonde hair fell in cascades down from her head and past her shoulders; she wore a light blue dress, beautiful in its simplicity; her feet were bare, yet the chill was warded away all the same; and her blue eyes shown bright, like the glow on her skin. She was a guardian angel who had fallen in love the mortal she had been assigned to look over; yes… the angel had fallen in love.

The man was nothing special, not really; he was a normality in mortal eyes. But in her eyes… he was so much more. The way he spoke; the things he said; the actions he took; the gleam in his eyes; every single thing about him was beautiful to her. They were simply meant to be.

“What if this is all fake? What if… I don’t even exist?”

Frank’s smile faded as they continued to dance silently.

“What makes you say such things?”

“I don’t know… what if angels aren’t meant to fall in love?”

“Well… then you’re a wonderful exception.”

Ali smiled up at Frank, her blue eyes looking into his green.

“Don’t smile at me like that… you’ll make the stars fall.”

But she did smile, as did he; they danced to silent choruses in each other’s arms the rest of the night. An angel and mortal, intertwined in more than the world, or they, could possibly understand. For angels weren’t meant to fall in love; yet, this one had.

Under your stars tonight
We'll live and breathe this dream
So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep
And please pass me some memories
And when I fall you're underneath
1000 broken hearts, carried by 1000 broken wings

Angels were never meant to fall in love… now prices must be paid.

Chapter 2

The white rose his hands had struggled to pick up fell to the floor gently, going unnoticed in the wake of the letter that Frank now held in front of his eyes; unbelievingly.

Frank,

I’ve wronged you; I’ve neglected my duty as a guardian angel and I’ve put shame to those like me by doing so. I’ve fallen from grace and now… it’s time for my return.

Forgive me,

Ali

The envelope the stale letter had been discovered in was old and shabbily cut, as if by hand; it had been sealed by melted red wax in which a strange design had been pressed. The letter looked similar to the envelope with a grainy sort of look to the texture; not the kind of writing paper you bought at your local office supply store. Tears of unspoken pain began tumbling down Frank’s face, sliding from his eyes down his cheeks and then dripping from his chin.

This just… it’s not possible… she would never do this, before I left for work this morning everything was fine… where did I go wrong? Frank’s job working as a writer for The Rolling Stone magazine was a dream come true for him; it was what he’d always wanted to do since his teen years. But sometimes the nights were long finishing up a tough article when his ability to write seemed to simply melt away from him; but Ali had never complained. She’d merely waited for him all the same, greeting him as he came in worn down and excruciatingly tired with a smile.

So what had he done wrong? Nothing out of the ordinary had happened, nothing at all; so why had she left him after they’d seemed so happy only a mere twelve hours ago? Frank pressed his thumb and index finger on either side of the bridge of his nose, letting the tears tell the story that he was too weak to repeat as he tried so terribly hard to recall something that had happened; anything at all to make her leave, to change her mind.

After a while, he let the letter fall to his feet as well, taking a place next to the white rose that had accompanied it. Sighing, he walked downstairs and opened the fridge. Among the variety of fruits and vegetables sat a variety of alcohols; he took a couple of six-packs of Bud-Lite out, ignoring the ashamed feeling that befell him as he walked into the living room.

As the hours passed, the beer disappeared; the more that he drank, the more detached he became from the realistic world, but tears still fell from his eyes as he fell into a drowsy and intoxicated sleep.

Ali sat alone, teary eyed, in a hollow room of white. Fluorescent lights shown down upon her, glaring and rebounding off of her hair and glistening cheeks; her blue eyes were beautiful, even in sadness. A strange man with similarly blonde hair and glowing skin came upon her, his mouth moving rapidly as if shouting. No sound met Frank’s thoughts; only pictures, merely fragments. Ali seemed to begin screaming back at the man, but as she tried to stand up, she only fell down to her knees again; it was as if she’d been drained of her energy.

The strange man approached her, still shouting, and raised his hand; the sound of his hand hitting her face rang in Frank’s ears regardless of the fact that the dream was of silence. Even in his subconscious, he knew that she was in a place from which she was unable to escape – a place that she had claimed to willingly return to.

Suddenly, the picture of her entrapment faded. In its place were the all too familiar memories of Frank and Ali kissing, dancing, and laughing; enjoying life together, almost as if for the first time. Living life in love. A strange voice called out to him, almost in accusation. “What would you do to get her back?”

Frank awoke confused and pained, a headache adding to the emotional burden he was already forced to bare. That wasn’t a dream… that was a nightmare. He rose to his feet shakily, holding his head in both hands as he did so in an attempt to force the world to stop spinning. After getting his footing, he strode through the entire house, hoping he’d merely been mistaken and Ali was really here for him after all; but with no such luck. After a while, he returned to the couch, defeated.

Regardless of how he told himself that what he had saw was a dream, had to be a dream, he still couldn’t assure himself that Ali wasn’t trapped within a place she couldn’t escape. None of it added up; her leaving for no reason, leaving the white rose, the strange paper and wax sealing, the dream that couldn’t be real.

What happens to angels who’ve sinned?

Unwillingly, he answered himself silently.

They become corrupted; corrupted angels are taken from earth; corrupted angels have no home.

Frank sighed – the real question still lay right in front of his tortured eyes.

What would you do to get her back? What would you do to save her? Would you put your own life at risk to save one that was immortal to begin with? Would you give everything you’ve ever accomplished away to get to her? Would you [b][color=red]- PLEASE REPORT ME FOR SWEARING!!! -[/color][/b][b][color=red]- PLEASE REPORT ME FOR SWEARING!!! -[/color][/b][b][color=red]- PLEASE REPORT ME FOR SWEARING!!! -[/color][/b][b][color=red]- PLEASE REPORT ME FOR SWEARING!!! -[/color][/b] yourself for eternity to get her back?

The answer to those questions was quite obvious in his teary eyes.

Yes.

[REVENGE]

Chapter 3

“You should be ashamed.”

Ali’s voice was shaky and broken as she spoke to the angel across the room of white, tears drying on her face.

“Not as ashamed as you should be.” His voice was dripping with malice and was strong in contrast to whom he was speaking. “You disgrace us all.”

“How is loving a disgrace? Angels are meant to love…”

“Not in the manner that you do.”

The male angel began pacing about the room as his rage shook him.

“You don’t understand do you? They die and we don’t. Their skin tears away and then they’re gone. Sure, some of them go to heaven, but they still don’t become angels, Ali. Heaven and Hell were created to sort out all the lost souls without bodies to inhabit and our job is to provide them with something while they still breathe that they can’t obtain otherwise – hope. But we were never meant to show ourselves even under the most extreme of circumstances – speaking to them in place of their conscience is the most contact we’re allowed to have. You broke the laws of angel-human contact and you act like you’ve done nothing wrong – you fell in love with one of them.”

Ali rose to her feet, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks.

“But he loves me as well! Can you not see that?”

“Of course he does! Any mortal would love you Ali, you’re an ANGEL!”

“He would love me even if I were a mortal…”

“Or at least you’d like to think so.”

She grimaced. “I don’t have to think so, Adam. He loves me for who I am, not what I am. Unlike you – that’s really why you’re so upset isn’t it? Because I fell in love with someone that wasn’t you.”

Adam’s face grew contorted and ugly with anger as he strode to where Ali stood, hitting her vigorously across the face and sending her to the cold floor.

“I would be ashamed for the likes of you to love me. You’ve betrayed us all and you don’t even care.”

Ali spat onto the floor in the direction of Adam’s feet as she looked into his eyes with nothing short of pure hatred.

“I could care less about betraying you – if I’ve done that, then I think I’ve done something right.”

Adam struck her again, this time with more force than before.

“You’re corrupted by something greater than you can handle. I hope you’re happy, Ali – your soul’s trapped here now. Your body of flesh has been hidden in the most discreet of places on Earth until final judgment can be made – though it’s no secret what will surly befall you now. Your body will be burned and you’ll be trapped in this room for eternity; Earth nor Heaven has room for your kind.”

Tears were streaming down her face as she spoke again, her voice wavering.

“If neither Earth nor Heaven has room for the likes of me as an angel, why don’t you turn me into a mortal?”

Adam grew silent for the first time since he had began speaking to Ali; his eyes grew cold.

“Don’t act ignorant – you’ve done it before, and don’t try to act as though you haven’t.” She said.

He cast his eyes downward, no longer as exuberant with his words.

“Only once… it didn’t work as… as planned. Angels were made as angels for a reason – turning them into mortals sends them to their death.”

“Then send me to my death. It would be better than to rot for eternity in this room.”

His eyes grew aflame with the familiar fire as before; the chill was gone.

“Punishment isn’t chosen by those who deserve it so it’s less trying for them. You’re no exception. Your body will be burned, the angels will sing, and this is the tomb in which you’ll rot.”

Adam walked away from Ali and faded away, as if there were a hidden door there which was only accessible to some; a door that didn’t work for Ali. She curled into a ball and resumed her crying, wishing more than anything that there was a way for her to be with Frank instead of the Heavenly Hell she was trapped within.

But he was watching over her; as if the angel and mortal had traded places.

[REVENGE]

Chapter 4

Choices concerning someone you love are never easy – in fact, they’re always the hardest to make. Quite honestly, Frank had no clue what to do. He knew Ali was trapped, without even the slightest hope of escape – but without knowing where she was, how would he find her? Sure, he’d already decided he would do whatever he had to do to get her back, but he had no way of knowing where to begin. He sat down on his living room couch once more, pressing his hands against his face and trying his hardest to think of something. He began speaking to himself while he thought, even answering his own questions.

How am I supposed to do this without any help, without any idea of where to start?

You don’t have to do this alone.

There’s no one to help me.

Ali can help you.

Ali’s the one in need of saving to begin with.

You’re still in tune with her, aren’t you? Even if she is trapped, her mind remains open, does it not?

We’ve lost sight of that connection, though.

He grimaced slightly.

I suppose we lost sight of many things that we shouldn’t have after we realized that we loved one another; she lost sight of why she was with me to begin with, and I lost sight of the fact that I’d sworn to never love anyone.

It was very fair to never love anyone in the first place – losing sight of that isn’t a bad thing.

My heart was cold. I hated everyone and refused to tell one person from another.

All because your parents died, right? What a wonderful reason to bathe in hatred. You act as though no one loses his or her parents; you act as though you never saw it coming.

Maybe I didn’t.

You did – you know you did. All the signs were there, you just refused to dwell on them or to take action like you should have.

Any God that does that to two wonderful people isn’t a God worth believing in.

Then why DO you believe in him?

I don’t have a choice – if He doesn’t exist, that means that Ali can’t exist either.

What if she doesn’t? What if you’ve finally merely lost your mind?

Go away; just leave me alone.

The two sides of Frank wrestled with one another, going from topic to topic and finally coming to the conclusion that neither of them had any idea of where to start – only Ali did, and there was a chance that perhaps she was even ignorant of what he needed to know. The voices in his mind fell silent – at least, for a while. He wracked his brain trying to think of a starting point, and when none came, the voices only returned – they were arguing more than ever.

Angels don’t exist at all, do they Frank?

Go away.

Do they?

Of course they do.

What makes you think so?

She kissed me; I felt it. It was real, I know it was.

Anything is real to one who’s lost their mind.

This isn’t solving anything – I have to save her, I don’t care whether you think she’s real or a figment of my imagination, because I know she’s real. She’s real and in trouble.

I bet you think so. You probably think your parents are in Heaven too, don’t you Frankie? Yeah, you’d love to think so. But if you don’t believe in God, you can’t believe in a Heaven now can you? Ha, you’re just a hypocrite.

Just shut the f--- up.

For someone who loves an angel, you have a foul mouth. Rather comical, really. Also comical how you don’t believe in God and still believe she exists – that your parents aren’t dead completely. That you’ll actually get to see them again. I bet that cancer hurt don’t you think Frankie?

Frank couldn’t take it any longer. He shooed the voice out of his mind, and it obeyed him – it hid away to torment him another day. Yet he was no nearer to a solution to his problem than he had been – if anything, he was only farther away. I realized she was in danger by dreaming, right? If I sleep again, will I see more?

He could only hope so. He sighed as he turned from his sitting position and laid down upon the couch, the painful memory of his parents and the sore subject of God still fresh in his mind. The only hope Frank had to mend his life like a broken seam was Ali, and if she was gone, was there purpose in anything? He forced his eyes closed until he finally drifted off to sleep after what seemed like hours, hanging by a thread – by a shred of hope that light would be shed on where to begin, where to go, what to do. One final thought entered his mind before he slipped out of consciousness.

Angels must be real – I’ve got nothing left if they aren’t.

[REVENGE]

Chapter 5

And as my skin tears away I’ll finally realize that you’re real, that you exist. As we die together, I’ll finally know that you aren’t a figment of my mind. I love you will never be enough. Words are only movements of the mind – movements of the heart are far harder to create. But we have.

Ali’s mind pondered over things like this – repeating those words and others like them, reassuring herself that love would be enough to get through what was happening. The white room she was in frightened her – it was like an empty hospital room, only somehow even more morbid. She was in a square room, the sides around 20 feet long. No windows or doors could be seen, only the purist white – not even the smallest spot of dirt present. She sat in a far corner, holding herself in defense against the intimidating white space as she continued thinking and repeating.

Raise your hopeful voice and call out to me… you have a choice to make, a choice all your own. I hope you take the choice and hold it tightly, knowing that you’re the only one who can ever save me. The only hope I have left in this darkened space of white – the white that seems so black and cold. I miss the colors of the sunset you took me to see, I miss the hues of your face as it stretched into a laugh… I miss the darkness that engulfed me as I closed my eyes and held your lips close to mine. I miss… you.

Without realizing it, she began speaking her thoughts aloud, as if to emphasize their meaning.

“Dreams never amount to anything when you’re around – you’re the only thing I’ve got left to dream of. You’re the last of my sanity, really…”

“Oh shut up.” Adam walked across the room of white where Ali sat, a frustrated expression painted across his face. “We already know all about your dreams and your sanity and the like. I don’t care about you or that mortal idiot, and so as I’ve come here on official duty I’d rather not hear of it.”

Ali grimaced. “I don’t really care what you think of him or my thoughts. If you went away you wouldn’t have to listen, now would you?”

“I wouldn’t be here in the same room with the likes of you, but I have a job to do.” Adam smirked. “It seems the Elders have set up a little trip for your mortal – he has to prove himself to save your Earthly body from being burned. Otherwise, I suppose he gets to watch. You also have a trial or two to undergo, which is why I’m here.”

“Why make us prove ourselves if you only have hatred for him and death for me? I’m corrupted – I don’t understand this.”

The smirk faded from Adam’s face. “… You’ll understand eventually. But as for now…” He paused, thinking of how to word his next question. “Surly you’ve been told of the fables – the way that angelic beings are forced to carry their love. Have you not?”

Ali nodded hesitantly. “They… they store it inside them, don’t they?”

“Yes… they do.” Adam’s face grew cold. “Hold out your wrist.”

She answered him with a questioning, untrusting glance.

He sighed. “Hold it out or this will be all the more difficult.”

Slowly, the angel held out her left wrist.

Before even the slightest indication of what was going to happen lit up inside Ali’s eyes, Adam drew a knife from what seemed to be thin air and sliced her arm open, smiling maliciously as he did so. The young angel didn’t scream – she only watched with wide eyes as what could only be described as blood, as black as an unlit room, leaked from her wrist and began dripping upon the white floor. The contrast between the black and the white was startling to Ali after being blinded by loss of color.

Slowly, she spoke in a timid voice. “What… what is that?”

Adam smiled. “That’s the love that you speak so fondly of.”

As tears began streaking down Ali’s face, the male angel only smiled with more satisfaction.

“Every last drop will leak onto this floor and put truth to your words – as you’ve been speaking, I would fear of drowning in what looks more like lies and fear than love.”

Adam vanished from the room, his last laugh echoing in Ali’s ears.

She began screaming shortly after his leave.

[REVENGE]

Chapter 6

The death of his father had been difficult enough – a year long battle with cancer, until it had finally blackened his insides to the point of death. It had eaten away at him until there had been nothing left – nothing left to salvage. No last hopes, no last resorts. All available treatments had been tried, even those of psychological means. When the chemotherapy had failed, they resorted to the emotional warfare. Sermons of how the will to live could keep you breathing, of how hope could kill cancer. Instead, cancer had killed him – Frank never doubted that his father hadn’t given the hope and will to live his all. He knew how badly his father had longed for life, to be with the family he loved.

So yes… of course the death of his father had been extremely difficult. But not near the extremity of his mother’s death… no. Frank’s mother, weeping uncontrollably behind the wheel of a moving vehicle as the realization of her husband’s death sunk in, ran a stoplight at a busy intersection. The headrest of her leather seat had been ripped away by the force of her head slamming into it as the 18-wheeler plowed into the side of her car, revealing the small metal poles it had been bonded to – as if the hit itself was not enough, she had pierced her skull upon one of the small metal rods. Frank’s mother had died a week later in St. Mary’s Medical Facility and it was amazing that she’d lived as long as she had following the accident.

By the time she had died, her son was crying helplessly and wishing that she’d merely died in the car accident – the week she had lived hadn’t been a gift. It had been a nightmare. Because of the brain damage she suffered, his mother was diagnosed with Capgras Delusion and Mirrored Self-Misidentification – two terms that seemed more like Hell to Frank than medical diagnosis. She didn’t recognize her son most of the time, and the few times in which she did, she had begun screaming and writhing in her bed, claiming that it wasn’t Frank at all but an imposter.

As for the Mirrored Self-Misidentification, her own reflection had frightened her to the point of tears – the doctor who had diagnosed her claimed that when suffering from that mental disorder, your reflection moves of it’s own accord in your mind; for all they knew, she could be seeing her reflection preparing to kill her. Frank had shuddered at the thought. Now, as he tossed and turned upon the stained couch in his living room, he dreamt not of Ali or where to begin his journey, but was rather reliving a night which would haunt him forever – one that he had rid his mind of… or at least, he had thought so.


“Mom? Don’t you… remember me at all? Anything? It’s Frankie, mom…” Tears leaked down his face as she replied with a blank stare.

After a few moments, only fear crept into her eyes – no recognition whatsoever. “It’s you! NO! You and the f---ing metal spikes… the metal spikes, the metal spikes…” She began rocking back and forth as her voice settled into a mere whisper; Frank leaned in closer to hear.

“WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THEM?” She burst out, causing her son to jump out of his skin.

“Mom… it’s okay, I…it’s me. God, you’ve got to know me, you’ve got to know your own son…”

“The colors, like paint, running through my fingers… the metal spikes… you did this to me. You aren’t Frankie. This is all your fault! GET AWAY FROM ME!” Her unkempt hair fell in greasy strands over her face and her eyes held an animalistic look; an untamed look; an insane look. She fled from her bed, the IV ripping out of her arm going unnoticed – she didn’t feel a thing.

“MOM GET BA-“

“SHUT UP! GET AWAY FROM ME!”

Blood ran down her arm, which seemed so fragile, as she ran to the sink across the room – the crazed expression still haunted her face. Frank started to call out to her again and then stopped himself; he saw the change in her eyes as she looked at her reflection in the mirror above the countertop. From rage and hatred to pure horror. The woman began screaming and beat her hands frantically against the glass, as if blocking blows from an unseen enemy. The blood from the vein in her right arm sprayed against the mirror, sliding down in droplets that made the scene unfolding before Frank’s eyes all the more terrible.

“NO, NO, PLEASE YOU CANT DO THIS, I TRIED, I TRIED SO HARD!” She screamed at her reflection, tears streaking down her face as she stopped beating against it.

“I TRIED TO STOP HIM, I TRIED TO STOP THE SPIKES, BUT THE PAINT WAS TOO THICK! The metal, the colors, the blood, everything so fateful… I tried, you’ve got to believe me…”

As she began shaking her head sorrowfully, Frank found the buzzer to the Nurses Station and hit the button with a shaky finger. He spoke into the receiver, trying not to scream. By the time a team of nurses arrived, his mother was trying her best to crawl under her bed in defense from her own vengeful reflection, a panicky expression painted on her face as they gave her a shot and lay her carefully on the mattress as her limbs began to go limp. The team left, assuring Frank that everything would be fine now – how wrong they were.

He sat down in the visitor’s chair he’d pulled up at her bedside and let more tears stream down his face as she began talking to him once more.

“It’s your… it’s your fault… I f---ing hate you… I hate you… I… I hate you…”

Saliva ran onto her pillow as she spoke in slurs, her jaws and lips numb. “You and your… your… spikes… they killed him, did you… know that? F---ing… killed him… and now… now he’s coming for me… he’s coming for me…”

Soon, she fell asleep, leaving Frank with his thoughts. He wondered what she was really talking about – the spikes, the paint, the dead man. Was she screaming about these things because it was the only way to express what she really felt with her brain in the condition it’s in? The paint being cancer, eating away at her loved one’s flesh; the metal spikes being the treatments, just as painful as the cancer itself; the dead man and reflection her dead husband, longing once more for life? He didn’t know – but he did know of one thing. This nightmare was eating away at his heart like cancer.


Frank awoke in a sweat, the panicky feeling from that night still coursing through him. Goose flesh was set deep into the skin of his arms, a cold chill rushing through his back as he sat up, wide awake rather than groggy. As he sat in silence, his mind was racing, and eventually he came to two conclusions. He was no closer to finding Ali.

And something worse than death itself was eating at him like cancer – his soul was charred black with it, and continuously getting worse…

[Ziek]

Keep writing, you have a huge talent. Nicely detailed, and it makes the reader feel as though they are there.

When I read, I felt a connection with your book. That's how much imagery and descriptive writing it used. I absolutlely love this story. It's a very interesting story, and alot of suspense.

I hope you continue with this story, it's turning out good so far. Very sad, and very touching. And I like how you switch the point of view from Ali to Frank.

(Haha, and Adam is a very demonic angel!)

;)

[Cha-Cha]

You've done an excellent job, and I highly suggest you publish a book one of these days. This story is much better than the things I find in the library. As you're writing gets better with time, there is no doubt in my mind that your stories' qualities will be able to rival Stephen King.

P.S. This is the first thing I have read that doesn't make me want to stop reading after it mentions Hell.