I Won't See You Tonight

[BeautifullyxMad]

Cry alone, I've gone away. No more nights, no more pain. I've gone alone, took all my strength. I've made the change. I won't see you tonight.

Since the beginning of time, there have been many angels that have tried to live up to their duties. The one that is rarely talked of is the Angel of Death. The usher of souls into the next part of their existence, and the one who ends mortal struggling. This angel is often seen in a darker light compared to its brethren. However, for the first time since the beginning one has stayed in post even with the tasks of killing those they once loved.

She is viewed as violent and merciless, but that is not the case. She knows mercy and is pacifistic. She likes her job, but there is one flaw. She is destined to be alone for all eternity.

Sorrow sank deep inside my blood. All the ones around me, I cared for and most of all I loved, but I can’t see myself that way. Please don’t forget me or cry while I’m away.


For a time, humans ushered to the next cycle didn't mean much to her unless she had known them when she was mortal. There was one that stood out to her amongst the centuries she had been doing her job and it was one that she never thought she would see again. He was wreaking havoc amongst the humans and the repercussions were directly tied to her. He wasn't supposed to act out so irrationally, especially as a fallen angel.


For a time she didn't know what to do about it, but she knew she couldn't let the creature be cast out of the world completely. She pitied him and though he had done wrong, she could see good in him.


No more breath inside. Essence left my heart tonight.


An unlikely duo was made in this single act of mercy. The Angel of Death, whose help was at first refused, and a fallen angel that was no longer meant to live or have eternal peace. Neither of them truly expected that there was a task awaiting the fallen angel to find eternal peace. Nor could they have expected what it was.


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[I tried to keep my introduction short. Lyrics are from I Won't See You Tonight Part 1 by Avenged Sevenfold. Here's my character. =)]




Ophelia is what she is known to go by.

Ophelia has been the Angel of Death for centuries, and has held the position almost as long as the original Angel of Death. She can disguise herself as a human to keep people from being scared of her when she comes to usher them into the next cycle. She, unlike her brethren, is tied to various temples and monuments. They get destroyed often and she can feel when each is destroyed and rebuilt.

She is merciful by nature and a pacifist, but her heart turned cold for a long time because she knew she was meant to be alone. Until she decided to help this particular fallen angel...

I hope this is alright. If anything needs to change, tell me please.

Reserved for dontcare97

[dontcare97]

Ravon



Fallen Angel tied to the God of Weather. He is one of the angels who cause rain, wind, seasons, and temperature. He himself is Angel of Light which can translate into fire. He was the light that makes the sun, moon, and stars shine. He is every full of himself because many speak of his divine beauty. Ravon had no problem wooing several human female and men to do anything he wanted. His vanity and pride had caused him to become bored. Instead of keeping the sunlight, he set a town on fire and made it known that it was him. the towns people revolted in the darkness of night and destroyed the Weather god's temple. Many of the other angels were hurt and now resent Ravon. He was alway hurt badly in the destruction but something had saved him and brought him back to higher ground(heaven).When brought in front of his master god he did not repent. The God of Weather sent him out to leave in eternal desperation until he learns his
lesson.

Ravon now can not smile. He feels this crushing emptiness all the time and is depressed.

[BeautifullyxMad]

[Lovely dear. I will get us going]

The night had brought much despair across the lands. It wasn't hard for her to feel it in her cold heart, but Ophelia couldn't help but to sympathize with the humans. The destruction, the fires, everything that had happened could have been prevented if the vanity of one could have been contained. Still, Ophelia knew her place and she ushered the suffering to the afterlife. Wherever that may be. Still, the angel that had caused the ruckus was one she found and carried back up to heaven. She knew that she needed to usher him too, though most angels that are hurt that badly are meant to be disposed of.

Her heart and compassion always got the better of her, and as she walked about the streets in her black and white dress, Ophelia tried not to get caught for a second time. There were too many people who were suspicious of her human form because she was almost always alone and never had a male around her. It was the way she was meant to wander though. Alone.

She allowed her fingers to untangle parts of her silken mane of blonde hair and her eyes fixated on the crowds. She was moving to find the next soul to usher. He was in the main courtyard of this town, and she knew that if she didn't usher him on that he would be doomed to wander. Sometimes even the Angel of Death couldn't get to her targets in time. Most of the time she could find the wanderers, but there were some that were simply meant to wander.

Like that angel she couldn't get out of her mind. He had known what the consequences could have been, and if he hadn't then there was something wrong in his head. She had saved plenty of angels and helped plenty of fallen angels. She only did this because she was already on earth to help the dying and when she had down time, she would be able to get a few things done.

She had wept for the fallen, cold and empty tears, but there were some things she knew she couldn't control. She tried to show her mercy, but her efforts were often misread and many humans resented her.

"Papa!" the voice snapped her from her thoughts. She ran over and saw a young woman holding an older man in her arms, and she looked to the young woman.

"What has happened?" she inquired and the woman pointed down to her father, tears in her eyes.

"He collapsed!" she shouted and Ophelia placed a hand over his heart. This was the man she was meant to ferry over, and she closed her eyes temporarily. She could do this task very easily from where she was, so long as she had given the soul a meeting place so she could bring him before the gates of heaven. Her job at its finest.

[dontcare97]

The angel stood in his glorious beauty in front of his lord. He really embodied the spirit of light, shining chocolate skin with bright summer green eyes. On the right and left hand of his god was Derim, the angel of water, and Alysa, the angel of wind. He couldn't bare to look at the angel on the right. How dare he stand their in his proper place? The god of weather should have chosen him. what could be better the brilliant light?

The god of weather stood with a permanent frown on his charcoal face. He was disappointed in Ravon. He had once been his everything, his star child.

"How can you stand before me with Pride, son of light?"The deity's voice boomed like a thousand thunders. He was supposed to be intimidating but Ravon showed no fear. He knew him too well, too intimately, to be afraid of him.

"How can you sit before me as if nothing is wrong with your decision?" Ravon spatted. He glared at him the the contagion of the night sky.

"Is this what your mischief is about? You slay humans for petty musing? This is why you will never sit by my hand. Not until you learn."

"My lord, are you thinking of giving pity to this filth?" Derim argued. "He has endangered his own as if it were all child's play. He stands before you with no respect. He should be sacrificed to make up for his transgressions." The water angel sent icy daggers back at the angel before him.

"Hold thy tongue Derim. Ravon, I take away your happiness and bansih you to lower land."

Ravon's face become crestfallen. "My lord-" but it was too late. The god had enough of his disobedience and petulant rage.

"I chain you to the ground you scorched. From hurt once given, I give on to you. Be fallen my son." Tight winds wrapped around the angel's body. Lightening rippled over head. The holy room seemed to be shattering in upon itself. A vortex started to form at Ravon's feet. His skin started to be ripped apart, the essence of his soul was being ripped to shreds. For all the things he has ever known in the span of his life, pain had never been felt. This feeling was horrifying. His eyes become blinded by light millions of times brighter then anything he had ever conjured. In one swift instance, he was erased from all worlds. He never existed in this blinking moment.

And then he reappeared.

[BeautifullyxMad]

The situation in the courtyard had been easy to weasel away from when she finally pronounced the man dead. She simply had to turn two corners and close her eyes. She felt her wings rip out of the human skin she wore and she took flight, otherwise unnoticed by the humans. They rarely noticed her take flight because of the invisibility the wings granted her. She was glad for that feat, and she met the soul of the man she had watched die. Who died in her arms.

Taking his hand, she gave a warm smile. "Don't be afraid. I am here to be your guide, lost one." she told him, her voice soft and warm. The man nodded to her and on her way up to the gates she noticed something falling. The angel... She shook her head momentarily and when they were at the gates, her job was done. Ophelia still stuck around though. She liked watching those who could enter the gates, and when this man did a smile fell upon her face.

She then closed her eyes and headed back down, seeing the falling angel, she caught the blinding white form and brought it down, placing it gently upon the grounds near the ruins of what once was. Willing her wings back into her skin, she saw him become a form. He looked more human like and as she examined him more carefully, she could hear more screams. From the courtyard and wails of sorrow because a man had died there.

She felt little compassion, knowing that if she attached to the living she would only torture herself. She brought her eyes back to the angel. She didn't want to startle him, but he needed to wake up. "Sir." she spoke, softly. "Sir, you need to wake."

She shook him gently and continued beckoning to bring him to consciousness. "Sir, are you alright?"

Her bright eyes barely looked him over. She knew of his beauty, he was an angel that she had heard a great deal about. She would have envied him, but she wasn't the type to get jealous. That was one reason why she had been selected for this job. She didn't much care for the jealousy and conflict that envy caused. Gazing upon this fallen angel as a human, however, was something that greatly baffled her.

She shook him once more, gently, waiting for his eyes to open before she left him. She saw his eyes opening and backed away slightly. She didn't want to give away who or what she was. She wasn't supposed to unless told to do so. She just kept quiet and began moving away quietly to allow him breathing room.

Ophelia knew that he probably deserved the punishment he had waiting for him, but she couldn't stop herself from pitying the creature. Most of the angels in heaven had pitied her when she appeared before her master, and then as they watched her leave. She always pitied them though. She didn't answer for much of what she did because she helped souls, but the others had other powers. They had powers that could make or break them, and she didn't know if she could ever deal with that sort of power.

[dontcare97]

Ravon stared back at the face in front of him. She was one of his kind, he could tell, but he knew not what God was her lord. Or maybe she was just another lowly human who only seemed to be a holy creature. His head was in no place to tell the difference. Gently, she looked down upon him with pity. Ravon didn't have the strength to push her away. He was too great to be pitied. Even with his wings ripped out and his soul tied to land, he felt superior to this simple wrench. She kept looking with such sorrow and the only thin Ravon could manage was to close his eyes for a bit. The girl shook his body until his eyes fluttered open. Certain that he had gain full consciousness, she left him in the rubble. Maybe it was his blurred vision but she seemed to disappear into the air as she walked off. He got not satisfaction from seeing her go or an ounce of gratitude for being alive. Under the pain, all he could feel is anger and sadness. What had become of him, an angel that could smile and coo at his own reflection?

"Another survivor!" A few farm folk started to crowd around him. A strong pair of hands hoisted him up reluctantly to his feet. No, he wanted to remain on the ground. Finally he pin pointed the feeling stuck to him. He wasn't only sad or filled with rage. No...he wanted to die, desperately so. Nothing in this world, not his beauty or power, could make him feel whole. He resented his lord more than ever. Ravon wished he had killed him.

"Good man, are you able to talk?" One hay stacker asked. The famer knew immediately that this man wasn't a member of his small village but decided to treat him warmly all the same.

"Ay....I c-can." Ravon's voice sounded unfamiliar to him. It no longer twinkled sweetly like holiday bells but was mundane and gruff. The man gave him a hearty pat on his sore back.

"Excellent! Wife, come. Take this man to our home. Let him wash, eat, and heal." A woman with big brown eyes and young twanny flesh skin stepped forward. Her thick black hair was pinned in place by a fat braid. If it had been before, he would have made the maiden fall hopeless in love with him and he would steal her heart like a greedy fool. Instead the wife simple took his arm and lead him to one of the huts. She didn't whispered words of infidelity in his ear but simple gave him a small room and helped lower him on a cot.

[BeautifullyxMad]

When Ophelia left the fallen one, she didn't just leave his sight, but the sight of others and headed off to allow her wings to come out. She was invisible as she watched from a nearby rooftop, her wings shielding her from the unwanted eyes around her. The humans seemed to be helping him, but there was still nothing more inside of her except for pity. It took some kind of greed and vanity to do as he had, but she couldn't allow him to die. He wasn't ready yet.

She could feel the twitch in her wings, that meant she was meant to go before her lord and the head angel under him for what she had done. Most angels as hurt as he was were meant to dissolve into ash, not become a fallen angel. She stood and pushed off the roof and allowed her wings to carry her up to the gates. She was let in and just like any other time, the angels looked upon her with the pity she held for them.

"Yes, my lord." she bowed down to the lord before her. He was the god that controlled life and death and how those ferried onward. Most saw him as the master god, at least that was how the human relinquished it. There was no god to out rule the others. Beside him, at his right hand was Gabriel, one of the guardians. Her lord controlled the guardian angels and the angel of death.

"You have done something peculiar, Ophelia." he spoke, his voice very light but it boomed the same.

"I am aware, my lord. He's not ready though." she reasoned and the blonde Gabriel stepped forward and helped her to her feet.

"We know you have your reasons Ophelia, and this is the first time you have saved an angel from death, but he is your responsibility." Gabriel informed her and she nodded.

"I am aware, my lord, Gabriel, but I couldn't stand idly by and watch a creature not ready for death to die and wander. I have done that with humans under your command, but you have given me the rite of judgment for angels." she accepted the responsibility and her lord and Gabriel stared at her.

"If you can help him, he may be able to find eternal peace. Only you can help him though." her lord spoke. "Go, you have someone ready to die and in need of guidance."

"Yes, my lord." she spoke, and she exited the gates and headed down to earth where her wings led her. She landed not far from where she needed to be and she walked into the small hut where she was led. The woman was alone in the hut and she was in pain. She smiled, sadly.

"Lord, please take me." the woman begged, and Ophelia walked over to her.

"Hush my child. Sleep." she whispered, closing the woman's eyes and placing a hand over her heart. She hummed softly to the woman and she saw the woman's soul come from the body soon. "Follow me, do not be frightened."

[dontcare97]

The wife left him in a small room. Through the thin walls he can hear her children ask questions of the strange man staying in their home. Ravon staggered over to the wash bin with a foggy glass mirror hanging above it. He examined his face. No deformities and no scars. His eyes were still captivating, his skin flawless. Why hadn't his natural hypnotic charm worked? He cursed his lord a second time. He had sealed his glamour. Humans were no longer under his influence. He tilted his head to the side and raised his fist. Squeezing tightly before slowly opening his fingers. In the palm of his hand laid a tiny ball of light. It flickered like a hot fire but it didn't burn him. Sighing with some relief, he blow out the light as if it were a candle. He stilled had his angelic powers, we wasn't completely human. Still, the lifeless hole in his chest didn't fill up.

The washed his arms and his face clean of sot then fall onto the bed. The cot shifted under his weight and the crisp white sheets become stained by his boots. With a wave of his hand, he conjured another ball of light. He allowed to ball to crawl out into a serpent like line. It swirled and curled around itself. He used to think this was beautiful but now it seemed listless. Even though it moved as if it had life, Ravon knew better. He controlled the light, without him it was nothing. The fallen angel allowed the light to fizzle out leaving a whiff of smoke.

No joy. No happiness. Nothing. He felt like weeping.

[BeautifullyxMad]

Ophelia's return to the small community again went unnoticed and it seemed she had a small break at the moment, but instead of actually taking a break, she decided to find the fallen angel that was now her responsibility. It had been he judgment that kept him alive, and it would be her help that he would need to get through this. He would gain his powers back once he repented, but even after that it would take just a little more time. Then he would be able to return to his position as an angel and probably forget of the favor she had done him.

Walking about she found the hut and she gently knocked on the door, and a small child opened the door and Ophelia smiled, though it didn't hold much of anything in it. "Is your mother or father home?" she inquired, and the child soon went and fetched his mother, and she nodded to the woman. "I am of the shelter, we were told that you had found another survivor." she spoke and the woman nodded and waved her inside.

"He is just this way, my dear." the woman assured Ophelia and she led her to the small room. "He is probably resting, but you can try to see if he's awake."

"Thank you." she nodded, watching the woman go back to attending to her home and she knocked on the door slightly. "Sir, I am of a shelter for survivors. We would like to help you in your time of need."

She knew her voice may have been familiar to him, but she was sure her human form wouldn't be too familiar. It was hard to keep one form for too long, but she had kept this one for the last few centuries. She didn't want to change it, especially now, but the angels who saw her in heaven saw her heavily cloaked. It was the way she was to be seen by the other angels when her wings were out, otherwise they could watch her and be oblivious to what she truly was.

Something tugged at her heartstrings, a pain, and she knew it was because something that was built in honor of her had been vandalized. They had been that way her whole term of service. She backed away from the door, her hand rubbing over where her heart was. Still no one to need ferrying either. This was good... for now.

[dontcare97]

Ravon stared at the another women in front of him. Another face to be swallowed up with listless eyes. He slide off his bed and stood in front of her.

"Thank you for you benevolence," He pushed back the dead laugh that formed in his throat. What is benevolence- mercy- but death? The life he was graced with vexed him at the same time. "but I can not burden you kind folks any longer." He nodded at the wife. "Thank you mam'e tell our husband that I am thankful." He pasted the woman and the wife. The children stared at him from behind the stair railing. Their wide eyes trailed on him. They didn't politely say good bye. Instead the two children, no older than six or seven years, glared at him. The innocent eyes of children have the ability to see all, even holy things. That is way many angels tried to avoid children and babies. Their identities were at risk because their fresh eyes were too aware. Unlike their parents, they hadn't been tainted with worldly things.

He walked out aimlessly into the streets. His hands grasped his chest. Is his heart still beating? Could he still have such a thing? His body felt wasteful and impersonal. Same features that could do the same thing but it wasn't his to claim. He was some being stuffed into a puppet rendition of him, the strings were controlled by some unseen force. Something wanted him to keep walking. But he couldn't.

He couldn't live like this. He staggered off into the forest. Some trees were still smelled of burning wood. He would take away this curse.