Angels exist, just not as humans say they do.

[Salvation Arclight]

My name... is Salvation Arclight. And I come from a time well before yours. If you're reading this, it's because someone uploaded this file wherever, and you've randomly stumbled on something people would call a fairytale, in your world. But I can assure you, that this is not a fairytale. And I can assure you, that unless you have a pristine understanding of the way that others work, other worlds, and other beliefs, that you'll surely be mind-blown. I can promise you, that what you're about to read, will change your opinion of Angels altogether, that is, if you truly believe they ever existed (or exist) in the first place.

Because Angels do, surely exist. I'm going to write about it at least anyways. So prepare your mind, and everything inside of you. Because things are about to get weird - really weird. That's a fucking promise too.

~Salvation

[Salvation Arclight]

I don't like it when they're better than me. Stronger, more free, and more just... more evil, whatever. I don't like people, other Angels, Gods, or other beings that just... "exist". I don't like anyone. I'm a very hateful person, and well, it's going to stay that way.

I was jealous once.... I killed my brother. In cold fucking blood.

Jealousy, is a sin. That much, I know to be the truth.

His name was Christopher Rupel, and well, he was my twin. He looked just like me, though inside, he was completely different than I was. His hair wasn't as long though, and his eyes were as gentle-looking as his touch. He was completely pure of heart, and true to everything he had ever believed in. The boy could do no wrong. And he would become the King of Light, with time. The Gods had planned for him to reign over the other Light-bearers, because he was so pure and a perfect idol. And I was to lead his army. Serve... him. This boy without a spine. He was so easy to attack, so skiddish, so afraid. He wasn't fit for a King in my eyes. How could the Gods see him so? I was no different. And I was stronger, more beautiful, and powerful. I wasn't like the other Angels sure, I had a tail, claws, and red eyes... navy-colored hair... but still I was an Angel.

And the purest of them, aside from my brother. My little... brother. He was created a few moments after I was. He kept a strangely youthful thought process to him. He would even cry. How was that fit to be a King? Explain this to me. Because even as I write this, I still don't know... He would come to me all hours of existence, with tears in his deep blue eyes, and just run into my arms and plead with me to help him.

He didn't wish to be King. He said that I could have the Crown if I wanted it.

But the Gods demanded him to take the Throne, and he did.

A few nights in time passed. I was sick with pure hate. I didn't wish to obey my pathetic brother. He cried every fucking night, knowing how I resented him. Only begging me, pleading... that I would forgive him for taking on this ordeal. I would do nothing. Only stand there and snarl, if not slap him for daring to come to me when I was to serve him. Eventually, a just grabbed him by the throat. And slowly began to squeeze the life out of him. Tears fell from the both of our eyes, but I only looked away. To grab my sword. It was more of a lance really, but I altered it just for this moment. For my King brother. The unfitting King who would lead nothing without my aid. The Angel in my grasp screamed, attempted to take off his Crown so I would let him go. But his hands were weak and shaky, and I was tightening my grasp.

I brought him closer to me, the rage, hate and jealousy so sick in my chest. I took a deep breath, and within a moment, I drew the sword - and shoved it straight through his chest. It was seen protruding through the back of the other Long-Wing's body. His pale flesh went paler, his eyes hazed over and turned grey, and as I ripped the sword from his body, he began to lose blood and bleed upon my grasp. The boy only sobbed until the final second claimed him. He left a bloody paw print on my white suit, and it trailed down my chest as I held him. The last thing to die were his eyes. He took his final breath and peered into my very soul.

Brushed the hair from his beautiful face, and pressed my lips to his forehead. I said a prayer for the being, as I fell to my knees with he in my arms. The boy died, and his aura began to vanish from his body. Mine thickened with every ounce of rage inside me. Had he not been chosen this never would have happened! How could you Christopher?! How could you betray me!

Your own brother!

[Salvation Arclight]

The twin Angel, that was the opposite to everything I was (because unlike him, I stayed in my Highest Form. Weren't for that and we'd of been identical twins at all times), died in my arms. Without a word to have been said.

I ate my brother's heart. It was an Ancient Ritual preformed on the Balancing Lands that was forbade for all Angels. It didn't matter, the entire Light Region was planning on banishing me anyways. They had plans set for me, they knew that I would fail the next mission to save souls in the 9th Ring that was Oblivion. They knew that the King of the Scale, that I had personally defiled and turned to the darkness, would tare me to shreds. Everyone knew. Even I knew, sneaking into the Scale to review Ancient Artifacts, that our kind was never allowed to touch. Oh I was so very, very curious. I had to know... I needed that knowledge. And now, writing this down, I'm not sorry that I betrayed the region of Light. Fuck that. I have power. And a lot of it. Sometimes that's all it takes really.

Anyways. I sucked the very soul from Christopher. Guilt set in the moment I realized that he was gone. His soul began to depart, and it dissolved into my body, instead of making it to the Light region - the Heavens. That's what you guys call it anyways. I inhaled my brother's life energy before it could fade away, and it gave me strength...

And without my full-knowing, it gave my brother a second chance at life.

But he would sleep for a time, before the King of Oblivion, who betrayed the Scale for a Hybrid, would wake him up. He would only awaken, when the former Scalen King, would beat me so badly, that Christopher could feel it in his sleep. It was enough to bring him back. Strange, the ways that things work out. Even stranger, that we hated each other, while sharing a form for so long...

And now we're split up again. As I write this, we are two.

And ...I love him....

[Salvation Arclight]

I'll never let anyone hurt my brother. If not from me, no one will ever hurt him again.

Anyone other than my King. He is the only one who can do it and live. He was going to get rid of me, and keep my brother. I wasn't ever special enough to anyone. And I mean anyone. Not the Heavens, not the Scale, not the King of the Scale, who became the King of Hell. My brother always got everything. Even the King, and his God - loved my brother more. They smiled down upon him and his innocence, even when he was forced into more horrors than I was. Forced and tainted into the darkness... I am more pure than he is. Still! To this very time!

...And yet.... there he is.

I have sighed many times thinking this. I've written it over and over again. Thousands of times before this. And I never truly felt this way. Thinking back, to the moment he died, he still loved me. He loved me when he was King (even though it was a short reign best left forgotten), and I failed to see it. Maybe I saw it, maybe I knew it. Perhaps I didn't care... but then there's the guilt factor. So maybe I did care...

When he was handed a Crown again, this time by the King of the Scale, the very King I set into place myself by Order of the Gods.... I just broke inside. I almost killed Christopher again... I love my King. I wanted him - to myself. I wanted him bad. He hated me, he used me, he tormented and abused me... and I loved every second of it. He tore me down the way no other could... and he woke my brother up doing it.

Life isn't fair, neither is the afterlife.

But ...his God didn't let him give me away. Why I don't know.

I think my brother had something to do with this. He defended me. From the Tyrant King.

Why? I don't know. But he did. He held me, and told me that he loved me. Even though before this we were at each other's throats, sharing a body. But when we split, we had been so very used to being one... that we found it hard to be separated. I didn't know that the Artifact the King had placed atop our head, when Chris was out - had the means to duplicate us again. And I didn't know, that the Tyrant King, was planning on splitting us, then offering me as a sacrifice to the Scale - to send me back to the Light region.

After so long of feeling nothing but hate.... and lust.... I cried.

I cried and stood there, ashamed. The Scalen Guide, was there. He was going to take me away again. Again. Yeah... and the Tyrant had no feeling for me at all. Right then, I promise you - he couldn't have.

My brother... he cried too.

[Salvation Arclight]

There had been a fight before this. The King of Oblivion and I - we always fought.

This was just a bit worse than normal. Or something.

I was bleeding everywhere and all he could do was tell me to get out. By then though, his God and I had found a way to care for one another. I used to be jealous of her too, even Chris was at one point, though it was mainly me. She... she defended me. I opened my eyes wide when she stepped in. A creature of the Scale, not a true God, just someone given the title by the One Who Chained Down the Gods. Melvin, the Tyrant, that's his name. Still is. He loved her. And he kept me. In exchange, he would suffer greatly. He would be hunted... he would be harmed many times.

But Chris and I would step in. Though fused together we were twice as strong, even stronger than this King at times, separated we had something else. Breathing room - and more reason to fight alongside our King and his God. And... we had each other.

The Tyrant would surface a lot. To view his God in all her might. He often left my brother and I alone, in his room of protection and shadows.

Chris would lay there - he was always cursed with a plague - a sickness. We both had it. But when we separated, it was learned - that it was just him that was susceptible, since his original body died and became one with the Scale again. So it made him weaker. His immune system was nothing more than a hot mess of rotten components. It was like he was dying each passing day, and it made it so very easy for him to become infected. Melvin always took great care of us, after his God forced us to anyways. He did even better with the boy when we separated. Hell most of the reason he treated us like shit was because he pretty much wanted me dead since Ancient Times when I was told to turn him. I so very much enjoyed that.

I loved the sounds he made. It's starting to set me off just thinking about it.

But moving on.

Christopher was really sick, still is. There's not truly much that can be done. He's going to suffer until he dissolves, and that's even if that happens. Melvin and I pretty much sustain him, which is done by the healing powers in our tails. Melvin infected him, and turned him to the Prince of Oblivion, a fancy little title for the boy that will take Melvin's place if he falls. Of course... He can, but I don't get to. I'm too fucking pure, even though I'm 666 times more evil than that of Christopher. I won't kill him though - I'll just make sure Melvin never leaves his title of King, if not for me I know his God will. She needs him as we do. It will stay that way - for the rest of time. Hell even after that.

I know this. I've already seen the Future.

My brother lies in the King's bed. We're the two last living Long-Wings in existence, and the oldest of their race. We have no idea if there were ever even others like ourselves. Maybe there were, perhaps there weren't. Regardless, the Scale has erased that truth for unknown reasons I personally don't give a fuck about.

The boy is weak and dies every fucking day. I lay beside him and hold him, because there's not much more I can do, other than keep my tail in his. He loves to be close to me. I proved to him that it never took the King to get him off, many a time. I was a part of him, I heard his thoughts, still do. I know what sets him off. I know that I do now, as well. Other than the gentle touch of his brother, the rough violent dominance of the King is enough to do it. Or just the stroking in the right regions haha! Fucking Chris, you're such a little bitch. Everyone in fucking Hell screwed us all because you were just too damned weak, or too fucking scared - to defend yourself. Yet somehow, you saved so many people - that in this time, were never fucking worth it anyways.

What the hell were you thinking my perfect little Angel? You make me sick sometimes.

[Salvation Arclight]

Christopher loves me now. Deeply. He's attached, and so am I to him. I do love him. I also love screwing him. For whatever reason, fucking myself has never been so fun. Perhaps it's just the predator in me lashing out, perhaps it's the soft moans that come out of him at my touch. I love how pathetically pure and innocent he is - even though he's anything but after everything done to him. Strange how holding such a being, can make me so violently protective of him.

Angels suffer when it comes to emotions. They aren't all happy and shit like people say.

Not even anywhere close. They're so banished, sheltered and wronged it's retarded. Hell the Heavens is a lie altogether. And there's so many rules, and you have to act a certain way, it's bullshit. Well you could always go to Hell and act as you wish and just get raped a lot. I was starting to look for it - and enjoy it - after the first millennia of years. Plus I got bent over by the King of Oblivion himself, so not complaining. Chris screamed, but I was the one getting off from it HA. No fucks given at all really.

Angels aren't allowed to breed, and they aren't allowed to fuck anyone.

The only reason this one did (points to self), was to make someone snap off and go all Tyrant evil and shit. So that when Mel fucked up, he became the perfect tool or figurehead for Hell. I knew I'd see him again. Didn't know or get all the details, but I knew that he would be mine again. My King. Though he is the one that owns me, and my brother. He is owned by no one, other than his God, and perhaps the Hellien Creator, since he serves him, somewhat indirectly so.

I love my brother, I protect him, and I care for him now. And I will stop for nothing.

I'll never go to Heaven again, now that I'm sticking my dick in him, but that's fine. I hate it there anyways. Hell doesn't give a shit who you love or fuck. So I belong there.

Plus I wanna be able to molest the living fuck out of the Tyrant.

Fuck I have to vomit, I'll write more whenever I can remember what else I was going to put into this useless posting of nonsense bullshit.

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