Skin And Soul Chapter 7: The Ash of the Covenant John fell…
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Skin And Soul
Chapter 7: The Ash of the Covenant
John fell to his knees, cradling her against his chest. He desperately pressed his hands over the wound, but the light only burned his palms, peeling his skin. Elena’s golden eyes, usually so bright and fierce, were growing dull, her breathing shallow and rattling.
"John..." she whispered, her voice a failing, raspy echo. "I'm sorry... I couldn't... stay..."
"No, no, please, stay with me! Elena, look at me!" John sobbed, his tears burning as they fell onto her changing face.
He looked up at the towering, radiant figure of the angel, his face twisted in absolute agony and rage. The quiet, gentle machinist was gone; in his place was a man stripped of everything.
"Why?!" John roared at the heavens, his voice echoing into the void. He screamed against the blinding light, shaking his fist at the empty, golden sky. "Why is it so hard for You to forgive?! You preach of mercy! You preach of love! She gave up her realm, her power, everything just to love a human! If You are a God of love, why is our love a sin?!"
The archangel merely looked down at him, her voice cold as ice. "It is the law. Dust to dust. Ash to ash."
"Then take me too!" John screamed, his voice breaking into a desperate, hollow sob as he held Elena's cooling body tighter. "If there is no place for us in Your heaven, and no place for us on Your earth, then don't leave me here alone!"
In that instant, the world stopped.
The air pressure dropped violently. The golden light of the angel flickered as a deep, resonant rumble vibrated from the very core of the earth. The ground beneath them began to tremble, cracks spider-webbing across the floor.
Outside, the calm twilight sky turned a violent, bruised purple. Lightning—not yellow, but a blinding, furious white-blue—began to dance wildly across the heavens, chasing the heavy thunder that shook the city's foundations.
The archangel looked up, a flicker of surprise finally crossing her perfect, frozen features.
With a deafening crack that sounded like the sky tearing open, a single, massive pillar of lightning breached the ceiling, striking John directly.
There was no pain, no scream. For one fraction of a second, John’s silhouette was outlined in brilliant, blinding blue light, still fiercely holding the fading form of his beloved.
And then, the light vanished.
Where John had knelt, there was only a quiet heap of dark, fine ash, settling softly over the ground. Elena’s hand, now fully returned to its dark, clawed form, fell limp, brushing against the remains of the only man who had ever looked at her and seen a soul worth loving.
The angel stood in the quiet ruins of the apartment, the storm outside slowly beginning to clear, leaving only the silence of a love that the heavens could destroy, but could never understand.
Chapter 7: The Ash of the Covenant
John fell to his knees, cradling her against his chest. He desperately pressed his hands over the wound, but the light only burned his palms, peeling his skin. Elena’s golden eyes, usually so bright and fierce, were growing dull, her breathing shallow and rattling.
"John..." she whispered, her voice a failing, raspy echo. "I'm sorry... I couldn't... stay..."
"No, no, please, stay with me! Elena, look at me!" John sobbed, his tears burning as they fell onto her changing face.
He looked up at the towering, radiant figure of the angel, his face twisted in absolute agony and rage. The quiet, gentle machinist was gone; in his place was a man stripped of everything.
"Why?!" John roared at the heavens, his voice echoing into the void. He screamed against the blinding light, shaking his fist at the empty, golden sky. "Why is it so hard for You to forgive?! You preach of mercy! You preach of love! She gave up her realm, her power, everything just to love a human! If You are a God of love, why is our love a sin?!"
The archangel merely looked down at him, her voice cold as ice. "It is the law. Dust to dust. Ash to ash."
"Then take me too!" John screamed, his voice breaking into a desperate, hollow sob as he held Elena's cooling body tighter. "If there is no place for us in Your heaven, and no place for us on Your earth, then don't leave me here alone!"
In that instant, the world stopped.
The air pressure dropped violently. The golden light of the angel flickered as a deep, resonant rumble vibrated from the very core of the earth. The ground beneath them began to tremble, cracks spider-webbing across the floor.
Outside, the calm twilight sky turned a violent, bruised purple. Lightning—not yellow, but a blinding, furious white-blue—began to dance wildly across the heavens, chasing the heavy thunder that shook the city's foundations.
The archangel looked up, a flicker of surprise finally crossing her perfect, frozen features.
With a deafening crack that sounded like the sky tearing open, a single, massive pillar of lightning breached the ceiling, striking John directly.
There was no pain, no scream. For one fraction of a second, John’s silhouette was outlined in brilliant, blinding blue light, still fiercely holding the fading form of his beloved.
And then, the light vanished.
Where John had knelt, there was only a quiet heap of dark, fine ash, settling softly over the ground. Elena’s hand, now fully returned to its dark, clawed form, fell limp, brushing against the remains of the only man who had ever looked at her and seen a soul worth loving.
The angel stood in the quiet ruins of the apartment, the storm outside slowly beginning to clear, leaving only the silence of a love that the heavens could destroy, but could never understand.
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Sige salamat. Creepy pero sana kahit pano makapagpa boost ng imaginations mo.
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