The Fallen Princes ft. BTS
Prologue
"Welcome to the Vatican Palace."
Michael pushed the marble doors to reveal the spotless, white room. Desolate and soulless, the room echoed the words 'loneliness' and 'despair'. Various works of art seemed to be placed randomly, one being an ivory statue of a flexing angel. One of the paintings on the wall depicted the book of Revelations. I recalled what Gabriel told me when I was younger. There will always be a hell to battle heaven, his words engraved in my mind, the fight between the good and the bad, the gap between us and the broken-hearted.
"May the Lord guide you and protect you." Michael whispered.
"Where are they?" I whispered back, carefully scanning the room for the third time.
"The princes? They're waiting to meet you in the dining room, dearest. " He walked up to a mirror, attached to the side of the wall, to fix his shining grey hair.
"Let me warn now. Don't let them misbehave themselves and never..." He spotted a couple of daffodils in a vase on the mirror ledge. He took one and twirled the tiny stem between his thick fingers.
"Be safe, okay? Seraphiel and I will visit you every now and then. I suppose you're ready?" I nodded as he patted the ruffles of my white gown. One hand still firm on my shoulder, he escorted me to a doorway that led to a empty corridor. Quiet chattering and an shining light came from the opposite end. I heard some whispers and sad laughter.
Before I made my way down the hallway, Michael pecked his lips on my forehead, a small token of luck and love. As I walked to towards the end of the hall, I heard him whisper.
"God bless you, dearest Hope."
Michael pushed the marble doors to reveal the spotless, white room. Desolate and soulless, the room echoed the words 'loneliness' and 'despair'. Various works of art seemed to be placed randomly, one being an ivory statue of a flexing angel. One of the paintings on the wall depicted the book of Revelations. I recalled what Gabriel told me when I was younger. There will always be a hell to battle heaven, his words engraved in my mind, the fight between the good and the bad, the gap between us and the broken-hearted.
"May the Lord guide you and protect you." Michael whispered.
"Where are they?" I whispered back, carefully scanning the room for the third time.
"The princes? They're waiting to meet you in the dining room, dearest. " He walked up to a mirror, attached to the side of the wall, to fix his shining grey hair.
"Let me warn now. Don't let them misbehave themselves and never..." He spotted a couple of daffodils in a vase on the mirror ledge. He took one and twirled the tiny stem between his thick fingers.
"Be safe, okay? Seraphiel and I will visit you every now and then. I suppose you're ready?" I nodded as he patted the ruffles of my white gown. One hand still firm on my shoulder, he escorted me to a doorway that led to a empty corridor. Quiet chattering and an shining light came from the opposite end. I heard some whispers and sad laughter.
Before I made my way down the hallway, Michael pecked his lips on my forehead, a small token of luck and love. As I walked to towards the end of the hall, I heard him whisper.
"God bless you, dearest Hope."
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I'm writing a chapter right now ~ Please expect a chapter soon.
6/8/17