You notice something on your hand . . .
You experimentally spread your wings and notice that the angel lying
above you is pure white. She glances backwards, her petite mouth
forming into a pretty O of startlement. For you are now transformed
into an angel of darkness in comparison to that angel of light.
"WHY ME?" you wail to no one in particular and she shoots
throgh the sky to escape your wrath. Indeed black clouds swarm on the
once soft horizon, glowing with concealed danger.
"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOO!" another howl rips out of your throat
before you can stop it. Night swims before your vision, awful images
of dark, corrupted spirits. One lone light remains. That angel of
light is trapped in your own darkness that you have created and
something is about to end her immortal life.
You.
As your eyes drift towards your wrist, you realize that a small gem is
harmlessly engraved into your very flesh. You rub your palm over the
smooth, cool jewel, and your back suddenly itches uncontrollably. It
feels as if something is pushing out of your back. You twist your head
around to stare only to see to midnight-black wings pertruding from
your backside. Your skin has also gone black, and not like the fair
dark-skin of earth. No, for there is no color within the depths of
your body now, it is like you are made out of darkness. Unused muscles
ripple across your spine, and you can feel them seperately.
