So I shall fall for you pt.1

An affair with the enemy is one of the oldest stories in the books. Literally. Kaelith would know. He was there, after all.

Kaelith was a demon. A common but strong member of the associates of hell. That’s how he met her. An Angel. Another associate of heaven’s gate.
He should hate her, what she is, what she represents. And he once did. But hate has always been close to love, as it is one of the most powerful emotions a being can ever develop towards another.

And on one fateful night, the virtuous angel fell, and the proud demon rose, meeting in the middle of an affair against every divine law ever made. If the affair were to ever get discovered, punishment would be swift and harsh. Yet neither of them could bring themselves to stop.

Once again she had summoned him, asking to meet him. He walked through the area, by a cliff next to the raging ocean. She always had a knack for those places that are beautiful in their harshness and roughness. No wonder she took a liking to Kaelith.

“Anastasia? Dove?” Kaelith called out, until he saw her, sitting on a rock down by the ocean. Kaelith chuckled gruffly. There you are, little angel… Kaelith jumped off the cliff. A stone cracked below his feet as he landed, but he barely noticed.

His eyes were on her. On her beautiful wings that he loved to feel so much. On her angelic aura that darkens whenever he ran his hands over her. On her-

Kaelith paused. She had bandages around her head. Over her eyes, more like.

“Anastasia?” he whispered and dropped to a knee before her.

Red tear tracks streaked over her cheeks, but the bandages were pure white. Kaelith didn’t even want to imagine what lied under those bandages, but he had an idea.

Fear flooded his body, the kind of fear that made even the harshest and coldest hearts crumble and shiver.

“Angel. Who did this to you?”

Her back straightened as she felt his presence before her. On his knees, she could hear the grass bend below his weight as new waves crashed against the shore.
And there it was, her voice, the soft featherlike tones dancing in the air around them as if air itself would speak to him.

“They preached I shan’t see you again, so they took my vision.”

They. He knew who “they” were. The heads of heaven, the hands of god they call themselves. He despised them, made heaven seem like a hell hidden below brighter colors. And now they knew. They knew of him, of this between him and his divine love. And she had to suffer from it.