Battle

White snow falls along the streets, mixing with the ashes of those fallen soldiers. Not even two days after the war with Larae, a faery who's magik became dark and soul became the devil's, our people were suppose to get ready for the next day, christmas. The castle stood tall, adorned with green christmas lights to symbolize our freedom and our holiday cheer. As i walked around the city though, i saw everything but those two things. Our kingdom feared our newest enemy because they had all grown to love her. They cried, walking through the streets and heading towards the cemetery, flowers in hand. Only a hand full of soldiers lost their life, but only because my husband brought back help. The angels never interfere with human issues, so he brought back his fallen angel companions. I passed a lady on the street who i had seen crying, but when she saw me her eyes filled with anger and she told me the battle was my fault. I looked with a straight face and said "Death is the beginning of a new life." and walked away.

Forgetting

Come let's gather 'round the fire. Pour gasoline into the inferno of our psychotic minds. Why not just add to the fire instead of trying to start our own? But what will you savages do when this fire you started hits home, when it kills the ones you love? Let's not ruin the mood though, shall we? For in this world of make believe there is no right or wrong, there is no consequences in your minds. There's only you, me, and the fire to which we've started. But looking out amongst the crowds, i see everyone but the Angel and the Dark Princess has left. The Princess holds her Prince's glove with a skull on it, the one she stole many years ago. The Angel holds a crown in her hands, the thing she held onto after the King made her fall. According to her, she never fell, but we all know she did. I hold a hard drive in my hand... The one thing that holds all my memories of the Dark Prince. We all walk towards the fire, ready to throw these items into the fire, to forget the memories to go along with them. I look to the others to see who will go first.The Dark Princess clutches the glove to her chest, tears falling from her eyes. Angel stares at her crown, knowing if she throws away that crown that we will know she really did fall, and we will not hesitate in spreading that fact. I look at the hard drive in my hand and throw it into the fire, turning my back on the scene behind me.

'Round and 'round and 'round we go, but where they stopped ill never know.

Wedding

Demons and lechers all gather around the palace, watching their world become bright again. They shake their heads as they watch their new (unwanted) queen, but they would never speak against their leader. She stood in white with hematite jewelery to expel any bad energy around her. Her angel stood in a black pinstriped suit with his beloved top hat, his wings drawn close to his back. The music played, they said their vows and the demons howled as they kissed to seal their matrimony.   That's when the party began. The queen changed into a slinky red jeweled dress that fell mid thigh, but her (now) husband stayed in his suit. Many of the demons rushed to congratulate her, such as the Angel of Innocence and the Dark Princess. Blossom held her tongue as they spoke to her because she knew they secretly wanted the Dark Prince back on the throne. She overheard their conversation about sneaking him into the palace and she intended on keeping a close eye on them. For now though, she would enjoy the company of the king and her now husband.