Re: Elevator: Inside [Increasing violence]
If he had been the sort of creature that responded to the calls of the body, the press of her against him might have been a balm to the pain she was causing. Soft gasps, the whispers against his skin, he could see how it would be enjoyable. But not here. Not now. And not with her.
As she repeated what he had said, he was instantly full of regret in having told her. It was something that could be used again, and she seemed the sort that would do as such. But before he could respond further, her hand crushed the fabric of his wing, dark eyes rolling back in his head for a precious moment as the world all but whited out around him. Her words came to him, drifting sweetly around him, asking for answers he wasn't sure he could give. She was staining him, dirtying him, and even if she did not destroy him, he would not be the same when all of this was over. A stain on his soul, a blemish he could not wipe away. Maybe she was the reason He did not answer, her filth, her stain, too much even for Him.
Before he could answer, her voice turned so dark and pointed, words that tore with their fierceness, and when she yanked near the root of his wings, the angel did howl again with pain. His knees threatened to buckle, and it was only the grip he had upon her arm that kept him upright. "Everyone has something in them that is worth forgiving. Everyone!" The words were high-pitched and strangled, thrust out in desperation. He wasn't sure that she did, but for her sake, for his sake, he had to believe for both of them. "Everyone is worthy! Everyone! He does not turn His back on any of His children. Please! There is still time!" The words poured out, a babbling brook of desperation tinged with fear.