Fallen Angel by Raeven Nettles
He is my master and I am his slave. Trapped in his world no where to go. He gives me a job, I have no choice but to accept. He tosses a shadow that falls at my knees and tells me to rise as my chains break. Without hesitation he tells place the shadow around my shoulders and never show my face. The shadow is my cloak, my invisibility, my shame.
Before I leave his hands appear to me. Holding within them a shine from two spears of death. He hands me the daggers and as I unsheathed one the mesmerizing beauty over takes my soul. Although I am curious and scared I have to ask "why?". He explains that this is my destiny. I had no choice and neither did he. IT was always meant to be.
As he pointed to the door, he told me to leave and do his bidding. I had been told to collect souls. Countless times I have done his bidding, but there was one soul that I had left, before I was free. A girl no older than me, with a life that felt familiar, sad, hopeless. I could not leave her there and I did not want her to end up like me. I made a choice to help her. I knew that this was against the rules, against my master, but somewhere in chest I felt the pain of what I could change.
I opened my arms to her and told her to trust me. Although she was frightened and reluctant she came to me. I flew her away from the pain of everyday, to a place of peace and place I could no longer enter. When I approached the gates the guardians rushed my away saying that I was no longer allowed, no longer a friend. I had become the enemy, the beast.
I told them that I was returning a soul that has not been lost. The girl needed a safe place to go. I placed her in front of the gates and flew away. My eyes started to burn, the pain in my chest started to swell. I had to return to my master without his prize. I knew what I had done was wrong and that the punishment would be severe. Entering the dark, damp, musty corridor I was suddenly tied to the ground again. The chains of my past seem to find me in the dark and drag me to the ground. My master appeared with a whip of fire in his hands. I knew that this would be my punishment. With every burning crack I knew that my heart would heal. The girl would dance on the clouds forever.