Deep down in the depths of hell, stood a figure of large bird-like wings with the force to rip through winds and the scars of no other. Horns, visible only when commanded but long and twisted. And the purest of blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through their enemies.

Surrounded by nothing but darkness, and the laminating of the fluorescent yellows and oranges that flew around it, the figure looked up at the ceiling of the earth above it. The urge to go up there was strong, but the figure's ability to do so was limited. If only a certain.. being, could get this figure out of this forcefield, to see the world once again. The beautiful sky blues, the emerald green plants, the buildings that towered each other. Everything.

That's all this damned soul dreamed of. Not love. Not life. Just to see the world above it all. The world above this caged atmosphere. Just, the world.

But it's impossible. This soul has been through the unthinkable. Having to be forced to fight with the one it secretly holds feelings for. This being was said to have no feelings at all, other then hate, evil and nothing but bad luck. Though somehow this one happens to be different. Yes, bad luck is certain. But hate and evil... might just be an understatement.

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Spreading their pearl feathers wide across the cloudy blue skies around them. A halo stood above it's head, symbolizing it's purpose of meaning above the earth. It's importance in the universe. It stood with such posture, walked with much grace. It's honey brown eyes were soft and welcoming, but fierce and readiness was laced within the beautiful orbs.

It was ready for the many wars ahead of them. These wars were important to mankind below. Good and evil were its contestants and this pure soul just so happened to be on goods side.

Its already seen the world, and it still can. The possibilities were endless to them only if good was done with it. No evil. Might as well be faced with the Father himself if you wanted to do something so disappointing. See no evil. Hear no evil. Fear no evil. That was the rules for mankind, to become pure. But for this soul, it's Always See Evil, Always hear evil, Always fight evil. Fear for it to take over the world, yes, but that was all.

Don't show evil you're weaknesses, let them fear you. That's what would help them win these battles. Evil at their feet because it will fear them. Good would overthrow evil so that the world could be pure again. Purity would be the only thing. Clean.

Mankind would be clean.

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The figure stood before the pure beauty. Andy was its name. His black feather wings stood out from the rest which were white or charcoal gray. The war was about to begin and he could feel a single tear roll down his pale skin, unmoving and longing for the feelings he had for the pure one. Ashley. That's what he heard his name was. He truly was pure and beautiful in all his glory. But Andy was thought in stereotypical ways. Evil, emotionless, and bad luck. Andy felt strong emotions. He didn't like the thought of evil but he was forced into this. Death was an amazing thing until the afterlife came.

Death chose its place. Andy was chosen as evil. He didn't want this. Evil was something that he was almost disgusted by. Why did he need to be evil? He didn't know.

But the battle begins now, so it was time hide away the feelings that he couldn't bottle up for long. He felt something tackle him down, and that was all he could remember.

Notes

Yeah.. I have an addiction with story writing...


sorry... xD