Inside the Inner WorldHis eyes stared at her for a moment, until suddenly a cold fury flashed over them. A child would go that far? That alone, that sin, it was too much. It was-
"Preposterous." He muttered, and the light washed everything away. In a moment, Aruna, Piece, both were gone. Rejected into the void, into something else, anywhere but the innards of his heart.
And soon that too would disappear, blackened and crumbled away. The world shook, as if an earthquake was rattling this sad glass dome, causing it to crack into oblivion. All that was left was a sinner and his grace, cradling him and growing in size in the middle of it all.
The twisted woman distorted and clutched at his remnants more and more, the child's embrace became more and more suffocating. The light was everywhere, it embraced him like a child and took it into him. It was warm, comforting, and sickening in its blinding promises.
And yet he accepted that. Just like the light once accepted him. All of it. His sorrow, his despair, it was too overwhelming for a single soul. It was so easy, relaxing, letting yourself be washed away. A mere child could do it so thoughtlessly.
And more than anything, one thing had not changed.
He was tired.
"How foolish I was... there's a limit even to foolishness. But the one I can't forgive..."
He grit his teeth, his fists clenched harder. Meanwhile, the hug wrapped more and more around him, until his body was barely visible. Even his fist, trembling with unquenchable rage could not be seen.
His lips moved once, a drowned voice trembled between their assuring shines, their sweet promises of what he desired oh so dearly. His fingers wrapped around his angelic wings. The light of his grace that could once soar so high, while he laid so low. So these over-glorified antennae were those of his brethren? What a joke. He had to laugh. No wonder
he had deserted after all.
So this was it, huh?
"...one."
He only had to rip once.
"BEGONE!!!"
And so, everything turned to nothing. The grace, the inner world of machinery, the false greenery. To one who lost everything, that rubbish was worth nothing. His rage and indignation snuffed the light, cast it away, and ripped the darkness from its cage.
The crack in the nexus sky grew more and more, until a hole finally shattered. And so the fallen piece and the guardian fell down to whence they came, the world of the nexus was ready to accept them again. Around them, the torn and shattered fragments of the grace fell like countless shards of a massive corpse, or perhaps a cocoon. Countless corpses of ancient angels and demons fell, lifeless like discarded machinery. But amidst the falling structures, monuments and the grace itself, the one they knew as Asmael was nowhere to be seen. His presence had utterly vanished.
He was no more. She would never hold him again. Such was the fate that had been preordained.
