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Viviane cried as she recognised the perfect features and poise of her royal kinsman. In his eyes, she saw only madness. Sathian held Luna from behind in a tight embrace. He immobilised her arms, and almost choked her. The man lay her down on the ground by her neck and signalled to another man, who pulled his pants down and spread her legs apart. Viviane wrestled with Sathian's arm, attempting to release her sister. He turned to face her, and she looked into Sathian's eyes, pleading for mercy. His emerald eyes glimmered with the tears he held back, but a second later, his gaze was dry, cold and empty. He pushed her, and she fell backwards on the ground.
Luna wailed, realising her impending sentence. Viviane felt hopeless; she looked at the unconscious body of Lucas in despair. Inside her head, she could hear her other sister screaming. Gráinne, she thought, feeling her sister's agony. Luna kicked the man that approached her in the groin and used a branch from the pyre of fire to stab Sathian in the left eye.
Sathian screamed in anger and pain as he placed his hand over the hole that was once his eye. Furious and out of control, he grabbed Luna's tunic with one single hand and threw her on top of the bomb-fire. She screamed in pain as the fire devoured her skin.
"Pull her out!" he ordered as he attempted to recover from her attack, wiping the remains of his eye from his face.
"It's too late." The Hu'urei tried to pull Luna's body from the fire, but the Ange'el's dancing body of pain and despair was now fully consumed by flames. The screams of the Ange'el were deafening. Her song of torment and doom came to an abrupt end when Sathian pushed his sword through her heart.
Viviane lay on the ground, crying uncontrollably. She watched the men turn to her. The fear, the shock, and the smell of her sister's scorched body made her vomit. In her mind's eye, she could feel Sathian's feelings—his rage, his madness, his pain, his regret. She denied him compassion. Viviane, the purest of the Ange'el, refused to respond to his twisted torment. In all her despair, she became defiant. She knew what others didn't, she could feel the battle that raged inside him. She looked into his deformed face and waited for her doom. One of the men grabbed her long raven-coloured hair, pulling her toward him.
"Don't touch her!" Sathian said.
"But—" Sathian pushed his sword into the man's heart before he could finish his sentence. He kneeled beside Viviane, grazed his fingers along the contour of her face, kissed her lips and said, "You hold everything I love and lost. I leave all my treasures in your hands Ange'el." He got up abruptly and walked away, followed by the rest of his men.
Viviane stood there, paralysed with fear, weeping, her head sunk into her knees. His words echoed in her mind. She couldn't make sense of them.
A Surprising Reception
Present Day - 21 st of November 2014 - New York
"Give me your hand Angel." Said the one-eyed man softly, extending his right hand to hold the hand of the two-year-old girl who sat comfortably on top of his left arm. The man held the toddler's hand and placed it under the fountain of water that streamed from the eyes of a weeping angel carved out of white marble. The creature's face was lowered into his hands and covered by long hair, its majestic wings pointed toward the sky, the only signal of hope present in the stone sculpture. The curly haired baby girl felt the coldness of the water and giggled with delight. She looked back, smiled and touched the face of the man, caressing the silver eye-patch that covered the left side of his face. He held her hand, kissed it and once again placed her tiny fingers under the gleaming stream, much to her delight.
Morgan woke up from her dream as she heard the flight assistant's announcement that the plane was about to land. She wished she could remember the face of the one-eyed man that had haunted her dreams since she was a girl. Morgan placed her
Luna wailed, realising her impending sentence. Viviane felt hopeless; she looked at the unconscious body of Lucas in despair. Inside her head, she could hear her other sister screaming. Gráinne, she thought, feeling her sister's agony. Luna kicked the man that approached her in the groin and used a branch from the pyre of fire to stab Sathian in the left eye.
Sathian screamed in anger and pain as he placed his hand over the hole that was once his eye. Furious and out of control, he grabbed Luna's tunic with one single hand and threw her on top of the bomb-fire. She screamed in pain as the fire devoured her skin.
"Pull her out!" he ordered as he attempted to recover from her attack, wiping the remains of his eye from his face.
"It's too late." The Hu'urei tried to pull Luna's body from the fire, but the Ange'el's dancing body of pain and despair was now fully consumed by flames. The screams of the Ange'el were deafening. Her song of torment and doom came to an abrupt end when Sathian pushed his sword through her heart.
Viviane lay on the ground, crying uncontrollably. She watched the men turn to her. The fear, the shock, and the smell of her sister's scorched body made her vomit. In her mind's eye, she could feel Sathian's feelings—his rage, his madness, his pain, his regret. She denied him compassion. Viviane, the purest of the Ange'el, refused to respond to his twisted torment. In all her despair, she became defiant. She knew what others didn't, she could feel the battle that raged inside him. She looked into his deformed face and waited for her doom. One of the men grabbed her long raven-coloured hair, pulling her toward him.
"Don't touch her!" Sathian said.
"But—" Sathian pushed his sword into the man's heart before he could finish his sentence. He kneeled beside Viviane, grazed his fingers along the contour of her face, kissed her lips and said, "You hold everything I love and lost. I leave all my treasures in your hands Ange'el." He got up abruptly and walked away, followed by the rest of his men.
Viviane stood there, paralysed with fear, weeping, her head sunk into her knees. His words echoed in her mind. She couldn't make sense of them.
A Surprising Reception
Present Day - 21 st of November 2014 - New York
"Give me your hand Angel." Said the one-eyed man softly, extending his right hand to hold the hand of the two-year-old girl who sat comfortably on top of his left arm. The man held the toddler's hand and placed it under the fountain of water that streamed from the eyes of a weeping angel carved out of white marble. The creature's face was lowered into his hands and covered by long hair, its majestic wings pointed toward the sky, the only signal of hope present in the stone sculpture. The curly haired baby girl felt the coldness of the water and giggled with delight. She looked back, smiled and touched the face of the man, caressing the silver eye-patch that covered the left side of his face. He held her hand, kissed it and once again placed her tiny fingers under the gleaming stream, much to her delight.
Morgan woke up from her dream as she heard the flight assistant's announcement that the plane was about to land. She wished she could remember the face of the one-eyed man that had haunted her dreams since she was a girl. Morgan placed her
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