The Accuser
"...Impossible." For a moment, he looked astonished at her tenacity. Just as he swatted her away with his dark blow, she rose again like a phoenix to strike him down.
Your body submits, your heart succumbs so why does your mind resist?
He cursed himself. He hoped this was enough, enough to stop her. Because even now, he loathed his duty. And thus, his blows were endured. His darkness was a shout of despair, but it was not the unfeeling blade it once was. That was his sin.
Because even if she was a sinner, he wanted to save her from this fate. So he could not let her enter that man's heart.
Murderer, dogmatic blade, false savior, accuser, heavenly curse, merciless one, cruel one, traitorous knight, slayer of children, cancerous son, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster, monster. Where evil lurks, he must destroy. That was the only reason he was created. Evil like her. The only thing that could escape his head, escape his lips, was a roar of defiance.
"THEN SHOW ME THAT LIGHT OF YOURS!!" He gripped his darkness and formed a gigantic sword made from it, easily the size of an island, and charged to meet her advance.
? ? ? ? ?While she charged, a soundless voice, lacking in words or meaning tugged at the back of her mind. Like a spark igniting inside her heart.
Pitiful. How pitiful. but it was expected. Humans, Angels, Demons. People are weak. There isn't a soul that can endure a future that only knows despair. So the Archangel of Death made a wish. So the Guardian made a prayer.
Who am I not to answer?
You're thinking you aren't enough.
You're thinkning how this battle is pointless.
You're thinking about the pain, the doubt, the sadness.
You're thinking about how much you want to **** that wretch, aren't you?
Do you want to save Mael?
Do you want to reach the truth?
With darkness alone, you cannot defeat this. Your wish is also an outcome I desire.
So let me embrace you.
I will tell you no lies.
I will offer no salvation.
If you persist, there will certainly not be a happy ending.
But you will reach his heart.
I will let you touch him, breathe down on him, wrap your fingers around his neck. So let us show that pigeon just how far an Archangel can fall.
Say yes, and I will let you shine.