Dark Angel

He was awakened by the rays of the sun that penetrated through the window burnig his skin. He forgot to tuck the curtain out of the window panes. He stepped out of his bed, checked the clock, it's 10:24 in the morning. He must have been asleep for nearly 8 hours. He went out of his room and fixed breakfast for himself. Everyday, he lives like a normal person, doing household chores, going to work, enjoy the party. Nobody knows what he feels inside. Nobody knows what he really is because knowing him would mean your last grasp of breath. He is a handsome young man. Full of vigor and vitality of life. Tall, lean and a well-defined face. Women longed to be with him... at least to have him. He releases a charisma that nobody can stun. Yet, this beauty is cursed. But he likes it. He can take as much as he wanted to without leaving any traces or seed of him at all. He can posses you without any resistance and thus he can easily cut the last thread of life that keeps you. Unless he decided to spare you. He is a beauty to be worshipped. Even men are drawn to him. But he also is a force to be reckoned with. A slight hint of repudiation will cost your life. Yet assent and he will give you treasures and pleasures of life. He is neither God nor the devil but he feared the first and shuns the second. At day, he is like an angel with wings as white as snow glistening under the bright rays of the sun. A friend and a guardian to all. He is a blessing. At night, his wings turn into velvety, jet-black feathers. Very majestic. A thing to behold. Threathening to the corrupt and the iniquitous for his presence means destruction. Neither of his side is weak, but the dark side is much stronger. This would be a long day for him. Eight hours of waiting before the reaping. He would enjoy his other side first. Anyway, he enjoys both sides of him. Schizophrenic...

*part 2 of the chronicles of dark angel