Once upon a time, there was a goddess - the Messenger of Death – who was forsook by God. She was told to have lips as red as fresh blood, her eyes were as deep as the ocean, as sharp as a holy sword, her voice was as beautiful as Siren, and she sang to dying lives, absorbed human souls and bring them back to the Almighty Death . She was called as the Dark Nightingale, the nightingale of death.
She was so lonely and lost, locked between the Mundane and the Magic, Darkness and Light. She must never fall in love, and must never kiss a human being. Her desire for those things arose in her, a long with the fear of punishment.
Day by day, when she felt peaceful, she took out the holy symbol of her God, and wondered, why did her God forsake her, a child who was such too innocent and fragile.
One day, she heard a silent call. A silent call that was so warm but so melancholy that called towards her, sang her a song and told her he loved her. She listened and tried to find where did the silent call came from, but there was no clue. Darkness was the only thing which was there with her.
After that day, she seemed to always lost in her thought. She sadly looked at the divine but so fragile candle light. Darkness surrounded her and embraced her as always, but today, the feeling was such so different. She wondered why, but she could not find an answer in the shadow of herself. The candle light was burning her, her soul was on fire, for no reason at all.
And then, she received an order from death, told her to catch one soul. She went to that place, saw the one she had to catch. He looked as melancholy as she was, and suddenly, she felt for him. He saw her, and instead of running away as most people did, he sang her a song, a song which was too familiar to her. She forgot all the rules, came close to him and looked in his eyes. He was dying, and he told her because he just want to see her again, so he killed himself. She kissed him, and as soon as their lips touched, she had committed a deplorable sin: Love.
Death didn’t let them wait, he came not to give her another order, but to take her melancholy lover’s soul. She protected him, and said she wouldn’t let Death do so. Death’s ragefully took her away, back to her place, locked all the doors. He came close to her to take her soul, but she took the holy cross and pulled towards him. Her eyes cried blood, crying to God. Death gave a smirk, and left her all alone, turned her holy place into a dungeon.
She desperately cried to God, hoping Him would save her from her fate. She missed him so much – her melancholy lover. She prayed to Him, day and night. She cried and she prayed, but no answer came out from the deadly candle light.
Her agony was killing her as she leaned to the holy altar. Her God forsook her, this time for true. She tried to reach to the light, which was such too far away.
In the moonlit dungeon, the cold and solitude surrounded her. Her soul was slowly consumed by the Darkness. She ran out of tears, and waited for the day her soul would be forgiven.
After a long time of suffering, her soul was dry and dead, as the roses she loved. Never could she lived again, she chose to die, to become an immortal soul.
She was expelled from her heaven, an immortal soul which must forever searching for redemption. Heaven’s gates closed behind her, and the light purify her, took her into his arms, sang her his lullaby, and kissed on her bloody fear. Her eyes closed slowly, and holding the heaven’s gate behind her, for the last time.
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