Metatron
"You..." He groaned, and tried getting back up, but his eyes widened in horror when she vanished.
Now, he was alone.
No. No.
My mission... no...
"Preposterous... PREPOSTEROUS WRETCH!!" The herald of God roared. But when he tried getting back up, he realized he couldn't move. In fact, he couldn't feel his lower body.
He glanced down, and noticed his mangled leg, dislocated from the impact in a disgusting fashion.
Black cube-like blocks seeped over his fingertips and the edges of his body. But not just his. His existence were starting to grow rejected. The white blood cell had failed, and now the body was self destructing in a last ditch effort to expunge the virus. The Grace that had infected this vessel and body for so long.
"Do you want to save Mael?" A third voice whispered in the Metatron's ear. And its face turned into horror when it spoke. "My sweet caretaker."
Metatron trembled. He shook, scared to the very fiber of his being. He was utterly paralyzed by this voice, this presence-less interloper whose body or soul could not so much as be seen or felt.
"It's been so long. I am not used to visitors. Forgive me, but the decor has grown... stagnant in my slumber. It seems I have a lot to answer for, mmm?"
The Eternal Punishment
The cocoon stared at the two with wonder. Its childlike eyes marveled at the two, trying to understand their movements. Meanwhile, its cohorts tried to defend it with all they had... to no avail. They were mowed down without pity, shred and torn to pieces. And it grew excited when the pale rider grew to the size of a behemoth, as if it met another child for its first time. He couldn't play with the insects all day, so it was really nice being able to play with another [ERROR- PARAMETERS UNDEFINED] like him!!
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And then, a sword was shoved straight in his eye, causing him to gasp.
Two down, five more to go.
"Ahhh...ahhhhhhh...UAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! IT HURTSSS! IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS!! WHY!?" It screamed. Pain. Before, he learned of wonder. Then, he learned of people. Fighting, struggling, those were all things that were being imprinting into its psyche.
And now, it learnt pain.
He was scared.
Oh God, they were hurting him. Why, why!? What did he do! Someone, help! He tried running away, escaping, but for some reason, he didn't have legs. He was completely stuck where he was, bleeding and screaming like a child who just had his eye mutilated.
The angels multiplied in swarms and went berserk when confronted with its pain, trying to bite, claw, slash and rip at the behemoth and the squirrel without reason, only pure rage. The swarms whipped and twisted all over, closing in without pity while bloody tears poured down on the earth like a waterfall.