Title: Touch the Angel of Death
Part: 1/1 (One-Shot)
Author: Hi-chan
Fandom: angel
Disclaimer: all mine ^^
Contact: hi-chan@gmx.net
Pairing: hm ... uh ... oo "
Rating: G
Warning (s): not really one <. <
Dedication: anyone who likes angels ^^
Comment: I found the story in a booklet of mine a few days ago ... handwritten. °° I don't really know when it was created ... well, I just wanted to write something positive. ^^
It's also really short. XD "

Touch the Angel of Death

Dark red blood slowly drips onto the floor, but the traces of sin will never completely disappear from its sharp claws.
Fallen, damn, accused of blasphemy and convicted of treason. But all of that is in the past ... now all that matters is desire. The passion to kill the obsession.
Triumph, destroy and maintain pride - your only goal in life that will not change immortality either.
With a satisfied smile on her blood-red lips, licking the traces of blood from her fingers and throwing back the long black hair, she stands there, looking at the dead victim and can hardly wait to take the innocent soul with me to hell.Once she was God's darling, God's darling and ruler of fire, but now there is only one flame in her heart - vengeance.
Their powers grow stronger with every soul that destroys them. All she needs for ultimate victory is the heart of an angel.
Cold lips lie on the dead man's, his black hair falls over his face. The kiss of death is done, Lucifer has one more servant.
Something is different today ... she doesn't feel the satisfaction she usually does.
Bright green eyes, which despite their light color only radiate cold, are directed towards the sky. She feels a gentle tingling sensation on her skin and suddenly, as if fireworks had exploded, she shines bright, bright light, exactly where she was just looking. Blinded by the holy light, she protects her eyes with her large black wings. The light becomes weaker, almost gentle, even for her demon eyes.
Slowly she stretches her wings, blinked against the light and recognizes the vague outline of a figure.Even if she still doesn't see properly - she would recognize these contours anytime, anywhere.
Sad, gentle, but still slightly hateful, her mouth utters the name of this angel as if by itself. Your former love ... isn't that the perfect sacrifice to finally take revenge on God and finally be able to decide about the death of the heavenly beings?
The light of mercy, kindness and love - no, not God's love, but his love for her - envelops his slim body.
Good-natured lips twist into a smile and he, too, whispers her name.
"Come back home…"
It's no more than a whisper, but she hears every word as loud as if he were yelling at her. Frozen, completely unable to move, she looks into his large, light blue eyes and cannot move when his hand reaches out to her and touches her cheek very tenderly.
Incredible warmth flows through her body, the wings become lighter and lighter until they are finally immersed in pure white, the claws disappear, the black hair becomes blonde again, just as it was then.The lust for murder disappears, all her virtues return, even the blood no longer sticks to her hands.
The angel of death no longer rules over death. He was saved by a simple touch from the Angel of Life.