Ensnared

Son felt the collar and chain about his neck like weight dragging him down into the black abyss. Lifting his black eyes, he pinned the angel that stood before him with a hard, quiet look. Violet brows drew towards the destiny stone lodged in the center of his nose. Watching the angel regard him in the same manner, Son broke the silence first, his voice thick and rasping from deep with in his chest, pressing out of his abused throat and dry lips, "I am not prefect, I never claimed to be... Not even as a demon, I am... damned, so finish it. Stop lieing and let me go..."

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