the fallen (old version)

just wanted to put the old one on here in case someone liked it better than the new one

I turned the key in the lock and opened the door. To my horror I saw a pale white horse standing in the middle of the impossibly large room. On top of the pale hose sat a skeleton, who was wearing a robe and if you look close enough you can see the screaming souls sewn into the black material. He was staring at me with his hollow, lifeless eyes.

 I didn’t want to look past him, I didn’t need to look past him for I knew what was behind him. I know the tale…I heard the legend. I was there after all. I know what follows the pale rider…..hades followed… how I can be so careless…so stupid!!! I spent years running from him…I thought I was finally free…that I finally lost him for good. But here he was, and I had nowhere left to go. I knew today will end badly…I knew I can never turn to my family…they banished me, they made me fall. They locked me out of heaven…I hate my wings now…they used to be so majestic. So pure but now they are as black as sin…to think one little mistake caused my family to throw me out and have the pale rider hunt me down like a savage dog.

“Nowhere left to run boy!” the pale rider said as he stepped off his pale horse and readied his scythe. I was in no shape to fight and I didn’t want to be trapped in hell with my older brother so I had no chase but to fight him so I summoned my sword devourer and charged at him swinging my sword at his head hoping to end this quickly but the old bag of bones was fast…impossibly fast and struck me in the chest with the blunt end of his scythe forcefully driving the wind out of me and making me hunch over. I rolled out of the way as he swung his scythe almost slicing me in half, I immediately  shot a blast of holy flames at him but he sidestepped and severed my wings from my body making me fall to me knees in pain

“Any last words before I send you to your brother boy!” the pale rider said as he leveled the blade of his scythe at my throat. I simply told him to go to hell. He swung his scythe and everything goes dark. I woke up waist deep in a frozen lake and across from me was devil himself…my brother, he was crying which was melting the ice in the lake but doing no good as the ice froze just as fast…I roared loudly making all of hell shake in the proses and tears started falling like a water fall down my face into the lake which was melting the ice…but not fast enough for the ice reformed as fast as it was melting and this was our punishment…to forever be so close to freedom yet so far.

 about once a week… a red rider would heat up or chains, a white rider would shoot arrows into our mouth forcing us to keep them open, a black rider would make a tree grow above our heads full of fruit and every time we try to take a bite he will move just out of reach, and the black rider did the same thing to the water whenever we are thirsty, a pale rider will come and cut off our wings when they grow back.....

War…the flaming red rider would super heat the chains on our wrists

Conquest…the white rider would shoot golden arrows dipped in poison into the roof of our mouth

Famine….the black rider would taunt us to never touch water or food ever again

And death…the pale rider would take away our wings…the one thing we loved above all else

 

This is the punishment of the fallen angels