There was only darkness, darkness and the cold, freezing floor.
I stared at where the thick iron door should be, but I wasn’t really sure anymore, nor did I really care. It wouldn’t matter even if the door decided to disappear altogether. I didn’t even know how much time had passed since I was put here: minutes, hours, days, months or even years?
At times I could hear footsteps, but they never stopped. They never paid me a visit in my cold and lonely cell, not even to mock my pathetic fate. But I guess that was the point of eternal punishment.
No one remembered the fallen ones; they didn’t care as long as all of them were locked away where no one would have to look at them anymore.
They were fallen ones, the eternal ones, the cursed ones; they were the ones who played with chaos. They caused so many wars and suffering, they were the bloody angels,
the bringers of death.
And I was one of them.
My name is Gabriel. I was the angel of misery.
I killed the innocents and bathed in their blood. I became the twisted saviour of all the mothers who lost their children. I brought back their little ones for the price of their mother’s souls.
And a child became my downfall. She had white hair and blue eyes, the coldest eyes I had ever seen. She smiled sweetly as she forced me down to my knees. I was forced to
beg forgiveness, just like my own victims. But I wasn’t to be forgiven, I never regretted my actions, nor do I regret them now. I was struck down from my heaven, pushed down the
edge into insanity.
Only now do I know who she really was, she was the chaos that we all thought we had tamed.
She defeated us and locked us away, an eternal punishment. We would never die, but forever live in darkness with no hope to ever escape.
