The_reluctant_wordsmith
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The Angel’s Captive
Adrac Zurithel, former commander of the fifth legion of the seraphim of heaven looked out over the city he now called home. He had moved here recently, never liking to stay in one place for more than 50 years or so, people started asking questions after that. The city was definitely one of the better ones he had seen, the skyscrapers here and there obscured the view of the setting sun but the cityscape moved into greener areas as it spread out. Adrac had spent approximately 500 years on earth, he hardly remembered what he had been before he had been elevated to the rank of seraphim commander, but the memory of why he had fallen burned in his mind like the fire that had turned his wings black. He once loved a woman, her beauty like sun through a forest glade he would often look at her from his perch in heaven to make sure she was not some sort of trick. but then they had come, murdering, raping and burning, as he watched the breath leave her lips his eyes glowed with the fires of vengeance he took his flaming sword and unleashed the full extent of his holy fury on those that had murdered the woman he had loved. Thus he had been stripped of his mantle and cast to earth in fire and pain to walk among mortals once again.
Adrac sat atop the edge of high rise building, his house was situated outside the city out of the way of prying eyes and he visited this spot often to try and find peace. usually punctuated by the scream of someone in need. He smiled, if there was one thing he enjoyed doing on this earth it was punishing the murderers and rapists that inhabited the city, he found great comfort in hearing them beg for mercy as he watched them burn. Though he commanded nowhere near the power he had once wielded he still retained enough to make him far more powerful than the average human. Tonight he heard two screams situated near the building he occupied, he stood and jumped, his wings stretching as he soared down into the dimly lit darkness. The street was unoccupied as he landed effortlessly, his wings disappearing into his back, he walked and turned into an alleyway where the cries for help got louder.
The scene which unfolded before him was not he had expected A pale, beautiful, woman with red eyes and bloodstained lips was biting into, and drinking from, neck of a man clearly in his deathroes, while another woman lay on the ground crying, held down by a powerful grip on her throat. His pace quickened and he made a gesture, a gout of flame appeared out to the side of the bloodthirsty creature and she hissed looking around to lock eyes with him. Adrac’s wings opened and he radiated power as this hunger for vengeance overwhelmed him, but suddenly noticing her face, he did not strike.
http://i.imgur.com/jitKGAc.jpg
“Who and what are you, speak before I burn your body to ashes and cast your soul back to hell”
Adrac Zurithel, former commander of the fifth legion of the seraphim of heaven looked out over the city he now called home. He had moved here recently, never liking to stay in one place for more than 50 years or so, people started asking questions after that. The city was definitely one of the better ones he had seen, the skyscrapers here and there obscured the view of the setting sun but the cityscape moved into greener areas as it spread out. Adrac had spent approximately 500 years on earth, he hardly remembered what he had been before he had been elevated to the rank of seraphim commander, but the memory of why he had fallen burned in his mind like the fire that had turned his wings black. He once loved a woman, her beauty like sun through a forest glade he would often look at her from his perch in heaven to make sure she was not some sort of trick. but then they had come, murdering, raping and burning, as he watched the breath leave her lips his eyes glowed with the fires of vengeance he took his flaming sword and unleashed the full extent of his holy fury on those that had murdered the woman he had loved. Thus he had been stripped of his mantle and cast to earth in fire and pain to walk among mortals once again.
Adrac sat atop the edge of high rise building, his house was situated outside the city out of the way of prying eyes and he visited this spot often to try and find peace. usually punctuated by the scream of someone in need. He smiled, if there was one thing he enjoyed doing on this earth it was punishing the murderers and rapists that inhabited the city, he found great comfort in hearing them beg for mercy as he watched them burn. Though he commanded nowhere near the power he had once wielded he still retained enough to make him far more powerful than the average human. Tonight he heard two screams situated near the building he occupied, he stood and jumped, his wings stretching as he soared down into the dimly lit darkness. The street was unoccupied as he landed effortlessly, his wings disappearing into his back, he walked and turned into an alleyway where the cries for help got louder.
The scene which unfolded before him was not he had expected A pale, beautiful, woman with red eyes and bloodstained lips was biting into, and drinking from, neck of a man clearly in his deathroes, while another woman lay on the ground crying, held down by a powerful grip on her throat. His pace quickened and he made a gesture, a gout of flame appeared out to the side of the bloodthirsty creature and she hissed looking around to lock eyes with him. Adrac’s wings opened and he radiated power as this hunger for vengeance overwhelmed him, but suddenly noticing her face, he did not strike.
http://i.imgur.com/jitKGAc.jpg
“Who and what are you, speak before I burn your body to ashes and cast your soul back to hell”