VanguardAngel

“Come with me.” Cool rain pattered softly against your face, and the small waves of the lake gently licked the tips of your fingers as the storm swelled in its rage and majesty. At the mercy of the wind, the green grass wicked aggressively against your body as it cradled your form. Despite the intense throbbing within the festering wound of your leg, despite the horrific ache grasping your head as a furious monster ready to tear apart its prey, despite the tempest bellowing against your broken frame, numbness washed over you as a wild sea wave engulfs the tiny pebbles of the beach. The tears once shed became lost with the rain,

        Tap. Tap. Tap.        Your fingertips slowly tap the wooden fence. Waiting is always the worst part. The view from Sunset Hill is breathtaking, as usual, but you always have trouble focusing on it with the knowledge of what’s coming. You won’t be waiting much longer. You never have to wait long.        A nebulous, wispy noise springs up behind you, but you don’t have to look over your shoulder to know of the dark vortex behind you- and the figure stepping out of it. Knowing that he is stepping up beside you, a small smile curls your lips. As the tall figure reaches your side, you have to force your eyes from traveli

You were okay. You just needed to stay calm and focused. All you were doing was studying for a test, right? With a deep inhale, you returned to your science book, rapping you pen against the page and bouncing your foot against the railing of your desk. Every ten seconds, you changed your seat position and rubbed your hair before you finally returned to the black inscriptions on the page. You had been studying for a good three hours now, surprisingly retaining a good bit of information. Once you were finished, you could get to work, reorganizing your room. Damn, you were such a slob during finals week, and it drove your fiance, Levi, absolute

"Please don't", you whisperd in a husky voice kneeling on the ground, slightly shaking in the cold air. Jeans and T-shirt are more than unfitting for this chilly atum night, not to mention the storm rageing on but you could care less. The rain pours down on you as your trembling hand reached out to grap a hold of his wet, blue coat. " Please don't do this Vergil." Your voice was shaking like your body, exhausted from running and shouting after him, trying to stop him from this nonsense. He didn't even shot a glate in you and just remained standing there gazing towards the horizon. *I wonder why he had'nt cut of my hand yet*, you thought to

I was going to put this in a comment but omg it turned out way too long. So now it's on its own special little deviation. Conspiracys and theories and junk for ma teams: Beau honestly believes in a cure for absolution that'll let mons have the choice on what kind of life they want to have. Thresh is skeptical and honestly isn't sure that he WANTS a cure, his absolution has defined him, his absolution is what makes him who he is. Without it what does that make him?  He may also think his guild leader Bells is kinda pretty and a nice lady. He wants to make a good impression. Lilith is pretty sure that her guild leaders are hiding something