[MS] Bat Out of Hell lyrics
[Avnas = firesfallnangel, Uriel = a_specialist.]
And I know that I’m damned if I never get out // And maybe I’m damned if I do
But with any other beat I got left in my heart // You know I’d rather be damned with you
The fall itself was painful. He had never fallen at all before, but the force of the ground falling out from under him scared him enough to prevent him from cataloguing the sensations. All he knew was that there was nothing to catch him, nothing to hold him, just falling. Downward spiraling, and his wings wouldn’t catch the wind or hold him afloat. They were just there, limp and useless, and his body continued to fall, taking on more of a mass of muscle and bone. Something more human, tangible than his heavenly form. He watched his hands as muscle and sinew covered them, before skin came on top of that, making him take the appearance of human and allow him to brace himself for more of the pain that was to come, but he wasn’t thinking of that. Not at the time.
He saw Avnas falling beneath him, the look of fear on her face searing through him to the bone. This was the end. They had lost. Lucifer’s great crusade, and they had failed. Now they were paying the price for it by losing everything they’d ever loved. He saw the impact as Avnas hit the Earth below him, the scream of pain as the human body broke and splintered, and saw the bright, golden figure that he knew without even thinking moving to stand over her to finish the job. He watched carefully as he fell, searching for some sign as to what was to come, watched as the golden figure reached forward, gripping the fluffy wings in front of him and pulling them up. A sword was raised, and Alloces’ eyes narrowed, trying to grasp the implication, but he couldn’t.
Pain splintered through his body as he impacted, coming with an involuntary scream, bones broken and twisting, leaving him writhing against the ground. He could feel himself break and bleed. It wasn’t a feeling he was even beginning to enjoy, and he tried to push it to the back of his mind, moving to try and help Avnas escape whatever it was that Uriel was about to force upon her, but by the time his eyes cleared enough to focus on the scene in front of him, he could see the two bloody stumps where her wings had formerly been. The wings themselves had been tossed to the side to burn up in the sun, and he could feel the pain coming off the broken Fallen next to him in waves. With a wave of Uriel’s hand, Avnas was gone, nothing left but the blood caked dust where her body had formerly rested.
And then Uriel turned on him.
The wings were useless, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he wanted to lose them, either. They were part of who he was, part of him. He pushed against the pain, trying to scramble his way backwards, find some kind of ground to fight on, but he knew it was no use. Uriel always got his man, no matter what he did. Bracing himself for the pain, he cried out as Uriel kicked him onto his stomach, reaching for his wings and pulling them into the air.
“I’m sorry, my brother.”
Alloces grit his teeth slightly, and closed his eyes, waiting for the blow to come down with a silent prayer. “No, you’re not.”
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And I know that I’m damned if I never get out // And maybe I’m damned if I do
But with any other beat I got left in my heart // You know I’d rather be damned with you
The fall itself was painful. He had never fallen at all before, but the force of the ground falling out from under him scared him enough to prevent him from cataloguing the sensations. All he knew was that there was nothing to catch him, nothing to hold him, just falling. Downward spiraling, and his wings wouldn’t catch the wind or hold him afloat. They were just there, limp and useless, and his body continued to fall, taking on more of a mass of muscle and bone. Something more human, tangible than his heavenly form. He watched his hands as muscle and sinew covered them, before skin came on top of that, making him take the appearance of human and allow him to brace himself for more of the pain that was to come, but he wasn’t thinking of that. Not at the time.
He saw Avnas falling beneath him, the look of fear on her face searing through him to the bone. This was the end. They had lost. Lucifer’s great crusade, and they had failed. Now they were paying the price for it by losing everything they’d ever loved. He saw the impact as Avnas hit the Earth below him, the scream of pain as the human body broke and splintered, and saw the bright, golden figure that he knew without even thinking moving to stand over her to finish the job. He watched carefully as he fell, searching for some sign as to what was to come, watched as the golden figure reached forward, gripping the fluffy wings in front of him and pulling them up. A sword was raised, and Alloces’ eyes narrowed, trying to grasp the implication, but he couldn’t.
Pain splintered through his body as he impacted, coming with an involuntary scream, bones broken and twisting, leaving him writhing against the ground. He could feel himself break and bleed. It wasn’t a feeling he was even beginning to enjoy, and he tried to push it to the back of his mind, moving to try and help Avnas escape whatever it was that Uriel was about to force upon her, but by the time his eyes cleared enough to focus on the scene in front of him, he could see the two bloody stumps where her wings had formerly been. The wings themselves had been tossed to the side to burn up in the sun, and he could feel the pain coming off the broken Fallen next to him in waves. With a wave of Uriel’s hand, Avnas was gone, nothing left but the blood caked dust where her body had formerly rested.
And then Uriel turned on him.
The wings were useless, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he wanted to lose them, either. They were part of who he was, part of him. He pushed against the pain, trying to scramble his way backwards, find some kind of ground to fight on, but he knew it was no use. Uriel always got his man, no matter what he did. Bracing himself for the pain, he cried out as Uriel kicked him onto his stomach, reaching for his wings and pulling them into the air.
“I’m sorry, my brother.”
Alloces grit his teeth slightly, and closed his eyes, waiting for the blow to come down with a silent prayer. “No, you’re not.”
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