I dream of holding you all night, and holding you seems right, perhaps that's my reality.

I think I finally exorcised the "Quentin Tarantino phase" out of my system. Thank goodness for that. Can we say psycho??

Now, it's either blue or pink: melancholy, apathy – see everything through a blue-haze mist – or love love love – cupids and cherubs – period.

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Meet the new boy who just moved in to the attic.
...

Sometimes, he questions his own existence.

Fighting side by side with Lucifer all the way down to hell was for a very good cause, a promising one. Morning Star was beautiful, then. Pride, with high ideas of what existence was supposes to be.

Yes, the roads to hell *definitely* were paved with good intentions. Though, along the way, something happened and Lucifer was not himself anymore. Good intentions were thrown into the fire pit of the Dark Kingdom.

He thinks he can be content in hell, if it was not for the scream. The bloody hell screams that make his blood boils and his head throbs. He was, still is, never quite certain whether he wanted it to stop because he found them repulsive or because he was finding the sounds of raw agony a bit more than addictive.

Lucifer called him back, again and again. ."Father is not as forgiving as I am, you know?"

Yes, Morning Star would be happy if he returns. After all, it is lonely at the top, or at the bottom, in this case. Satan would give him free reign. He can break as many hearts and torture as many souls as he pleases. Yet, the screams bother him. That's the just one thing Lucifer cannot fix, just the one thing Satan could not give him – Peace.

"They are not worth your effort. Why help father save their souls? So The Almighty can put them through more tests? Father can be cruller than all hell. But you should know that already, after all, you are the living prove." Morning Star looks at him through narrowed eyes.

Seemed like all the choices he made was wrong. He left Father and descended down to The Dark Kingdom with Lucifer, that was wrong. He left Lucifer and ascended here to please his creator, and that was wrong, too.

A lot of times, he questions his own existence.

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This story will probably be expanded, maybe.

There will be back story, of course; his simple life in heaven when all of these chaos were not, yet, chaos. Possibly involves the making of many cupid babies. He may have been a commander of the Cupid Army, sending his little soldiers armed with love-arrows down to save mankind.

And the downfall of "love", as the world know it; the shortage of cupids since the day he followed Lucifer down to hell and the lack of affection in this world, now-a-day.

Any taker for beta?


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Sometimes, I see people in colors, not visually, but by feeling. Some people have wings, and the wings come in all shapes and sizes.

Sometimes, I don't even have to know the person to see his wings. It could just be some guy walking down the street or a girl sitting at the bus stop.

Sometimes, I know the person well, but still, I cannot see his wings. It makes me wonder if he doesn't have wings or is it just simply that I cannot feel them.

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I sense an enormous electrical current in the air. I'm waiting for the lightening to strike.

Something is changing.