Tainted_Angel

The blistering wind swept ceaselessly by, scorching the cragged mountainside. Rock and sand radiated the oppressive heat back up, baking the very air. The torrid landscape burnt any chance of life to a crisp, creating a barren ash-land. An angel stumbled through the fiery haze. His once beautiful feathered wings where now mottled. Huge gaps of feathers showed a dark, membranous skin underneath. The wings arched in a shield, protecting the angel from the searing winds. Cautiously he lowered his wings, revealing his face to peer into the distance. His eyes, pitch black, lacking any iris at all, and his skin looked diseased.. tainted, it darkened visibly, and small protrusions starting growing from the infected area – soon to be horns. As the shreds of his clothing flapped into the wind he found his target. The massive stone pillar his kind created since the beginning of time. Made to bind demons, these where placed only in locations where the demon could cause no harm; an environment so harsh, it stamped out all life. A slow smile appears on his blistered lips, cracking them open and making them bleed once again. “I’m a force for good.” he croaked to himself as he fought the winds once again. As he lurched the final feet to the stone, he pulled out his only belonging from the scraps of cloth that still hung from his back. Manacles, made from some heavenly alloy. As he clasped the first part over one of he wrists he whispered. “If I can no longer fight this taint within me, if I can no longer serve the light, then I will bind myself here, to prevent myself from serving the dark.” Idly, he wondered just how much longer he had, before the taint completely took over his body and mind, and turned him into a prince of darkness. He hoped that he would never be freed, and eternity as in this hellish environment was much better than bringing hell on the world he wished to protect. He took a deep breath as the second manacle clasped, a flare of angelic sigils sparked to life, searing into his flesh the same design on the manacles. No cries of pain from the battered angel, just a single tear that fell.. the last tear that he would be able to call heavenly…