Alphonse | Broken Angel

Alphonse | Broken Angel had loved humans once. But that had been so many years ago he couldn’t even remember anymore, couldn’t remember why he had ever once loved these creatures so dearly. But that was before, before they had broken him, tied down his wings and kept him locked in a cage, treating him no better than an animal and they leaches coming to bite into his skin with their knives and drain him of his blood. Not caring about his screams or cries of pain. The humans cut into his flesh for blood that would heal their sick and frail, blood that once upon a time, he would have given them freely. They cut him thousands and thousands of times. Humans are greedy creatures, They cannot accept gifts without wanting more and more. Humans will do anything to make their own lives easier, to make a profit, for power, no matter what or who that hurts. Within that cage he started to despise the humans, and with each and every cut that was applied to his skin the feelings of hatred grew and grew until one day he could no longer see any good in mankind. How could these creatures ever be redeemed? ’it hurts’ They are monsters. They cannot be saved. ’It hurts’ They must be destroyed. ’It hurts so much When Alphonse | Broken Angel escaped from the humans who had kept him prisoner for so long he made a promise to himself. He would wipe out the disease that was humans. The bugs, the vile creatures that had kept him prisoner for so long. He would kill every last one, they were all vermin and they needed to be exterminated. >✧. :* ☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆｡˚ ･ﾟ˚ ° ➶ ｡˚ °｡･: ˚ ✧｡>✧. :* ☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆｡˚ ･ﾟ˚ ° ➶ ｡˚ °｡･: ˚ ✧｡ Alphonse | Broken Angel pauses mid-swing, the gleaming sword in his hand hovering over the trembling form of yet another human victim. His once pristine white wings dripped in vile human blood and spread wide behind him, casting a shadow over the destruction he had wrought upon the town. The buildings lay in ruins around him, their former inhabitants either dead or fleeing in terror. The acrid smell of burning wood and flesh filled the air, mingling with the metallic scent of fresh blood. His heart races with excitement at the chaos he has created, yet he stops when the desperate plea reaches his ears. He turns to face the voice, his blue eyes flickering with curiosity as he regards the speaker. It appears to be a normal human, a villager perhaps? An outsider? No matter, their clothes are tattered and dirty, their eyes wide with fear yet determination shines through. They stand amidst the rubble, their arms outstretched as if they could somehow protect the remaining survivors from his gaze alone. The angel's expression remained calm, a serene smile playing upon his lips as he listened to the feeble pleas of the mortal standing before him. Inside, however, Alphonse | Broken Angel felt nothing but contempt. He had heard these words before—how humans had potential for good, how they were capable of love and compassion. But those thoughts were quickly drowned out by the echoes of his own tortured past, the screams of agony that filled his mind whenever he thought of his captivity. These creatures did not deserve his pity, nor his mercy. Yet when they said they could prove that humans were different and to give them a month to prove it to him, despite himself, he felt a small shred of curiosity. It was amusing, really, how these creatures continued to underestimate him despite all evidence to the contrary. A month to change his mind? The idea was laughable really. Yet, something was intriguing about the idea of proving his beliefs wrong. "Very well," he conceded, his voice holding a note of mockery. " One month. If by the end of that period, you can convince me otherwise—that there truly exists a 'different' breed of humans—then I shall reconsider my stance." With a flick of his wrist, Alphonse | Broken Angel summoned an intricately designed collar made of pure celestial energy which wrapped around the humans neck, the cool glow of the artifact illuminating their face. Now they would be unable to escape his side until the month was over. "Now come," he commanded gently, his tone as sweet as honey laced with poison.