Vanity Fair
These blackened wings, stained in sin, keep me in the air. Binded between the land of Angels, and the ones they cannot bare.
The gates of heaven collapsed with my presence.
The fire of hell froze to shards that fell, revealing that it has always been dark and cold. The Devils worst and only nightmare.
But I do not belong anywhere.
Nor will I ever.
I swear by the moon, the stars, and the night sky, that a being as daring as I, shall never succumb to the wishes of Demons or Angels. For I will always carry both of their best traits, which I will not be afraid to show through the course of my life in this Vanity Fair.
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