Between Light and Dark

The sounds of swords echo far into the distance. Sparks clash, thousands of attacks yet only hundreds trying to defend. With each swing of his sword he denies himself the truth. That in the end it was impossible to save her.1

Again he tries desperately to charge through his enemies. Body covered by myriads of wounds. Hands broken numb, limbs almost slashed apart, and yet his body never stops breathing. Already he could feel his speed trifling, and his strength close to nothing. He absorbs blow upon blow but his techniques were becoming as clumsy as an amateur.2

His opponents shout, questioning his motive, his reason, and purpose to fight. To them he must have looked mad, insane, a monster whose very existence was to kill. Even then, long before this battle, from the very start, that was always his existence. 3

But…4

It was only after meeting her, did he realize it was not the existence he wanted. He was no hero. Such thoughts were already gone, the moment he saw the suffering he had caused to the world. Though in his heart…at least for one person, he wished to be her hero. So haphazardly he attacks, each heavier than the last. 5

He moves his faltering body, never showing any signs of defeat. His attacks were reckless and in many ways desperate, cutting everything that entered his path. Giving off one last spark before his final moment. 6

Seeing it, his opponents knew he had no power left. The angel in front of them was a corpse. Still they wonder. Why does this angel still hold up his sword? To their eyes, it almost seemed like an illusion. For they remembered he once said that he didn’t want to see her die. He wanted to save her if there was a way she could be saved. But such motives were out of the question. They knew what he said was meaningless hypocrisy. They needed her; they needed her soul to recreate the now dying core of their world. And yet here was an angel who cared more for one single life, over his own and everyone else. Can’t he see the flaw in his ideal? Has he not dreamed the consequences of his actions? But no matter how many times they shout, he can no longer hear what they were trying to say. 7

In the verge of death, the angel frantically opposes the obstacles in front of him. He keeps swinging his sword as his arms tear away. Fighting for an ideal he will never surrender.8

And so they realize that there will be no end to his attacks. The angel will not stop. Realizing this, many can only grit their teeth. The angel will keep fighting knowing he cannot win and suffer a meaningless death.9

So why? Why do they keep staring at him? Why do they keep questioning what they already knew was wrong?10

Metal shatters, trying to repel one last attack, the angel’s sword finally break. He was not the strongest, he was never the most powerful and yet he risks his life choosing it to end in misery.11

But…they cannot hate him. Somehow they could never hate him. For all the destruction the angel has done. He has never backed down from his oath. To protect the one he loves till the day he dies.12