It was pure chaos.
From the loud, deafening screams, to the people running away from the fire. To the cracking ground, which swallowed many who tried to escape.
The sky turned gray, then red. It was like hell had opened up, mixing with Earth.
But through all that chaos—
One figure stood on the tallest mountain, looking at the crumbling Earth. He smiled, basking in the chaos like a sunflower.
His eyes were now purely red—the beautiful blue gone. His hair flowed, even though there was no wind.
The memories kept rushing in. How his parents were murdered like dogs. Like they meant absolutely nothing.
But just then... a flash of wind. He felt a presence behind him. Turning, Ash faced the person. He was first greeted by molten silver eyes, empty of emotion, and then white fluffy hair—as if made of winter's snow.
"What you're doing here is wrong. You must end it now before it's too late," the angelic figure said, making Ash chuckle in disbelief.
"Sorry, but this little demon won't abide by your rules. You watched these animals do what they did... and you did nothing. Do you think I would pity such beastly attitudes?" Ash said.
"There are innocent people dying here! Just because of your selfishness. There are billions of people living in the world you're trying to destroy... and only hundreds wronged you," Azreal said. "Children—pure, innocent children—who know nothing of this Earth, are dying just because of you. Are you really that heartless?" he whispered the last part.
But Ash wasn't shaken.
Hell, he didn't even blink when Azreal said that. He merely watched him, as if they were discussing something as small as the weather—not people's lives.
If maybe someone had told him sooner.
If maybe they had spoken two days ago—
When he still had a family.
When he still had someone he loved.
When he still felt pity.
All because he had a younger sister.
His sister was also innocent.
Just because she was born with black blood didn't mean she wasn't kind.
She was the nicest, cutest thing to ever live in this cruel world.
And now she's gone...
She didn't die—
She disappeared.
She ceased to exist.
And they expect him to pity the weak?
To care for the innocent?
When his only family, who was innocent, needed pity too?
He started laughing slowly... until the whole village below heard his laugh. His shoulders shook. Black, ink-like tears fell from his now bottomless eyes—pitch black, absorbing all light.
He looked at Azreal and wiped the black tears.
"And like the saying goes... you can't expect pity from a man who doesn't have a heart. It's like wanting love from a petal-less rose.
I have no heart! Don't you understand? I don't care!" Ash shouted.
Azreal shook his head, molten silver eyes filled with pity.
Which only fueled Ash's rage.
No one understands.
They just keep pitying... without ever helping.
What's the use of pity when you can't save someone?
Ash started feeling his body burn. It was like molten lava was flowing through his blood vessels, burning everything inside.
He closed his eyes, clenching his head painfully.
An animalistic growl rumbled from deep in his chest. He couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe.
Through those sixty seconds, Ash was in pure agony. He didn't notice the world crumbling more each second. The cracks widened, lava poured out.
The fire spread everywhere, burning everything.
The screams became unbearable.
"Let me help you, Ash," Azreal whispered.
"Help?! How could you honestly help me?" Ash screamed. "I won't rest until I see this world crumble! I won't rest until I see every one of them who killed my sister perish! Burn in hell!
And even when they're in hell—I'll make them miserable. I'll make them wish they were never born. Make them crave bringing back my sister! You'll see... I will kill them all!"
Ash shouted. A burst of red light knocked everyone close to him to the ground.
It blinded the humans nearby, making them lose their vision—blood poured from their eyes.
The force even knocked Azreal, who was floating in the air, down. The rocks scratched his pale skin. But the wounds healed instantly.
Azreal's eyes darkened. He slowly flew up and looked at Ash intensely.
"Angel of darkness... stop this at once. Or I will have no choice but—" Azreal said, then stopped, looking to his left.
"—but to end this myself."
Ash's eyes widened. He froze for ten seconds. Then chuckled.
"As I expected... duty is more important than me, right?" Ash asked.
Azreal didn't look at him. He kept his eyes on the ground.
His white wings slowly breathing in and out.
When Ash got no reply, it only fueled his rage.
His bottomless eyes burned red and orange like fire—
But the strange thing about that fire...
It looked like it was miles away—
Yet still alive in Ash's eyes.
With a click of his fingers—
In the crumbling village below, the only thing untouched was a temple.
A temple where the crown prince, Azreal, basked in a halo of faith.
Even with flames all around, it stood tall. The fire did not reach it.
Inside, the believers of the lovely angel prayed. Slowly dying—along with the temple.
And after Ash's click—
The temple burst into flames, crumbling to pieces. It died with the believers still inside.
Under Azreal's shocked gaze.
Seconds passed.
Still, Azreal kept staring at the temple's ruins.
His hands slowly began to shake—his shoulders too. It started slow.
He turned and looked at Ash, who watched the crumbling temple with a raised brow, as if asking: What was so special about that?
Ash turned to Azreal.
The molten silver in Azreal's eyes swirled with something—
Anger.
"That's how I felt when I saw my sister perish right before me. Helpless. Couldn't do anything," Ash said.
Azreal couldn't control his fury.
With a swift gust of wind, he was suddenly inches from Ash's face.
Azreal's eyes were so close—Ash could see black swirling inside the silver.
"You really went too far this time! You killed innocent people with a blink of an eye! My devoted believers... people I cared for!
You killed them! Without mercy. They did nothing to you!" Azreal shouted into Ash's face.
His fingers tightened around Ash's neck.
But Ash only laughed.
His eyes—once a mix of color—were now all black. So dark they absorbed every trace of white.
Then—
A voice, full of authority, echoed across the sky.
"Ash!!!"
The deep voice almost chased away every pinkish-red cloud in the sky.
The two boys turned to face the figure.
In the darkened world, he sucked away the last light. His wings breathing in and out slowly.
He pointed at Ash with disgust.
"You! Do you see how much damage you've done? DO YOU?!" he yelled.
"Something like you doesn't deserve to live on this Earth.
You need to perish... like your sister."
Ash's eyes widened.
"You mean... you knew about my sister's death, Author?" he asked slowly.
Author chuckled darkly.
"You think we kill for fun? The thing you called sister committed a deadly crime. She deserved to perish," he said.
And just like that—
The volcano in Ash's head erupted.
His eyes were completely red. His hair spun violently, even though there was no wind.
"YOU KILLED HER!!!"
His voice echoed with three layers.
The ground split violently. Lava burst out—melting everything in its path.
"Kill him," Author said, staring at Azreal.
Azreal's eyes widened for the seventh time in twenty minutes.
His hands and shoulders shook.
He shook his head—begging.
But Author shouted again.
An order from a superior was not up for negotiation.
Ash looked at Azreal and smiled.
"You're gonna kill me?
Is this what you call helping?
You promised to help me..." Ash mumbled.
But then—
In the blink of an eye—
Azreal was right next to him. His eyes closed, full of pain.
That was the last thing Ash saw.
Then, he felt it.
A burning object digging into his stomach.
His organs turned to fire.
Black blood oozed from his mouth.
The last thing he heard was a whisper—
"I'm sorry,"
close to his ear.
Before he hit the ground.
And everything went black.
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Hi there! This is my first time writing BL and romance, so I'm a little nervous but excited to share it with you. I hope the story and emotions come through the way I pictured them. Thanks so much for giving it a chance!