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Eggchan never thought he would die in a dumb way but more or so he never thought he ,could, die, it was always a legend that angels can't die or get hurt in any possible way especially with pain being so below them, he was a seraphim, the righteous hand of god! The spear of such a holy deity, who could do no wrong or so he thought..Being sent down to this server, this earth has made him so vulnerable, a weakened state to where he could get hurt and killed, almost like god didn't care about its right-hand seraphim, a distasteful act against the Holy Trinity. God, The son and The Holy Spirit.
The first time the seraphim ever felt true pain was back at the zam empire during the war in his friends empire, a guard of the zam empire, a hot headed blooded killer someone who'll use weaknesses to his advantage, flamefrags, one of Zam's elite guards alongside his brother but during that war, the elder brother betrayed the younger to help out wemmbus empire, but flame had gotten him cornered, away from any of the guards and wemmbu himself, a ravenous tiger that wanted blood so badly and was willing to do anything to get it, even if it meant killing a poor angel, an angel so powerful even a stare could kill the most powerful mortals, yet Eggchan was so weakened he couldn't even defend himself.
he felt so utterly weak and pathetic but those thoughts didn't stand longer as a sharp pain blossomed throughout his shoulder, a burning sensation that curled into his skin and golden blood that was tainted back like if it was cursed, he thought he was cursed, black blood meant everything bad in the world, a sword stabbed into his shoulder and Eggchan will never forget that pain.
it was dreadful and something was forcefully pulled from his throat, the way it vibrated as he screamed, a screech mixed with such an inhumane scream that it felt like the whole war stopped, stopped and stared at him, for being the all seeing eye, he didn't like the stares, the stares were predatory and it sent a shiver down his whole back which didn't make sense cause he was so hot.
it was like flame channeled all his energy into the sword and was burning egg from the inside, at this rate he was gonna be a hard-boiled egg, no? Too sad for jokes? Oh well.. there were some days after the war, really bad days, the type of days the two sat in a hole together and just sat there, wemmbu shaking even after it ended, his body needed to do something, sitting felt wrong, doing nothing felt wrong, he knows how wemmbu acted and felt.
so while Eggchan lays here on the ground, flame above him as he pulled the sword out and stabbed it right in his abdomen, flames burned from the sword and Eggchan clawed at the air, squirming and yelling meanwhile flame was having the time of his life, relishing in the feeling but the throbbing in his shoulder was so much worse than his stomach, he didn't know how but the pain there overshadowed everything else, how did wemmbu deal with this on a basis? Pain was so foreign to egg sure he didn't think he was immortal (well..only slightly)
The sun was so bright in his face, wings covered his face shadowing him from the light that stared at him, the sun was angry, he felt it in the way it became so hot, he felt it with the way every touch was burning, nothing was comfortable, his usually comfortable suit was now uncomfortable and itchy, hands twitching as he grabbed onto the sword, barehands burning, they gripped so tightly he felt blood leak, staining the sword as he tried to pull it out of his abdomen.
his healing abilities should let him pull the sword out and be perfectly fine but something was odd, the fire was too hot, it looked almost gold, the flames were angelic since when did flame have the powers of angel fire? A fire so pure it kills curses and demons, and since Eggchan was cursed, it was killing him, he gasped as he swallowed in his own blood, drowning it as it bubbled up his throat, it burned and scorched his throat and tongue, wings sprayed out flapping uselessly, four pairs of wings with four on his head, all flapping uselessly, the halo of eyes stopped spinning and were all wide-eyed, he coughed the blood up, staining his lips and white skin as it pooled beneath his head.
Wemmbu came out of nowhere with a mace in hand, the mace smashed against flames head as he got flung, smashing into the ground and rolling across it, dust and debris getting flung into the air as flames body crashed far away from them, wings fluttering as he landed on the ground next to Eggchan and instantly fell to his knees, he's never helped people, he's never even SEEN egg get hurt, he's never seen the angel BLEED, blood got onto his hands, the holy cursed blood hurt, it felt like acid against wemmbus skin, burning ever so slightly, a reminder that nether of them are supposed to be near each other, wemmbu takes life from everything he touches, the grass withers around him, animals die as soon as he touches them, death lingers around him and loves the wither hybrid, he steals the life slowly, the longer he's around people, in other words, he is a leach, leaching off others life forms to live, he lives depending on others and Eggchan was the same simply another lifeform he was using for his own benefits, so selfish but that's how demons are, born to be selfish.
And yet he couldn't save the one person who was willing to stay with him regardless of his life was slowly being taken away, bit by bit, wemmbu never thought angels could die not in a million years, he thought him and egg will be together forever, for eons and eons, staying by each other, having stupid adventures and talking just like old times, meeting new people and seeing familiar faces among them.
He was too weak to do anything
How did he let this happen?
He was too weak to save his friend
Too weak to save his empire
too weak..
TOO WEAK
those words echoed into his head repeating and repeating. Was he always destined to lose?
Was this how gods saw him?
A pawn?
A toy?
To have satisfaction and watch as he slowly withers the world away?. This was a funny joke. But why isn't wemmbu laughing? He feels hot, he feels hot liquid fall from his eyes as they bundled up on his chin and then they fell, fell onto Eggchan as he leaned over him and yelled, fingers digging into his nice suit as those wings slowly went down, exposing his face, it wasn't even a peaceful way to go, he drowned in his own blood. Fuck this stupid server. He hated this server, he hated the people on it and he'll make them all regret it, starting with Flamefrags. Lifting the mace up as his wings spread out and off to the air he was, clashing with flame again but with a new found power
a new found mission
to
end
his
fucking
Life.