#and never fear anne says directly: i shall bury my problems.

[drippingmoon]

Excerpt

There was a chapel in Heaven. Wrought in stone and wicker wood, and it was a chapel of Loh.

   Or, since those time had long passed and the names had changed, it was Anne’s chapel. Smooth as nighttime, and presently the doors hung open. His pupils reflected the black of the insides, and his heart raced.

   Distantly, he realized her plan. But when he did, it was already too late.

   He whipped to her, alarm growing into fear. “Anne?” he asked in a small voice.

   With solemn eyes, she merely tilted her head, and his heart dropped.

   With a howl from its throat, the chapel sang for Anne. The red carped flicked out like a tongue, and winds curled around Malchior, like a wing enveloping him.

   Then, he was dragged within, and the doors clanged shut. Inside, along the lengthy corridor, something flickered alive. Stained glass on the floor to the sides of the carpet, and now they flamed with a dim, ghostly light.

   Once, they’d been intimate, as angels had bowed their heads, speaking in hushed voices, knowing themselves to be protected. Now, they were as foreboding as a prison.

   Outside, Anne slowly closed her eyes. Turned away, against the chapel turned black in the light pooled in Heaven. While the windows flamed with iridescent colors, like a furnace turned on.

   She’d never said she’d let him make the first move, after all. And when she’d thought about descending, only to find the Promised Lands reaped of everything, something had turned in her chest.

   Something like frustration, and times come to a standstill. She remembered the wolves, and wanted to laugh hoarsely.

   No need to suffer, had she said?

   It hadn’t been her intention then, but even those words had turned into a lie.

   And, ruthless in her movements, she turned on the chapel. Snapped her wings upwards, the dance to its song thrumming from glass stained with her light. She tapped her foot to the ground, drawing its attention.

   When her wings descended, the chapel sunk. Clouds and nebulae yawned open, then brought their fangs together, and the ground closed once more.

   Smooth fields of plume colors, and the chapel was no more.

It was her chapel; as such, it would answer to her. Even if it was to swallow one it used to hold so dear.

*Loh isn't Anne's name. It's a title she was given out of pity by the angels, and became more widespread on earth than her original one. It means Lord of Heaven and to her, humans prayed for the angels and their well-being. It was a position she absolutely loved, to hear the concern in their voices as they told her whenever an angel was faltering.

*No, the wolves bit isn't supposed to make sense for now lol. It's one of those times when you keep things bottled up and then they surface all at once

#aquiver-aglow #draft 2 #excerpts #my writing #original writing #this would've been a very different story played from the angels' pov #or even malchior's. but for now he's out of commission🤣 #and at his point in time i was very well wondering how i was going to pass that plot point #and never fear anne says directly: i shall bury my problems. #me: you're kidding #anne: watch me #me: ...don't blame me for what happens when he gets out of the chapel wtf #i can def make this tighter #and can't wait for its next draft version^^ #anne solving my plot beats in 0 secs flat #and leaving both me and malchior with trust issues🤣😔 #but no saying no to anne in this story. i love one rebel angel to death🥰🥰 even if she's the reason why plans don't work for 'quiv