I was going through the themes on 30angsts and discovered this one

4. Angels and Devils; Disguise (wings stain with blood)

and it just kinda flowed from there.

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It was odd, how pale he was. She dragged her fingers almost unwillingly through the fallen angel's raven hair; Lucifer would be proud, she thought.

She was too blunt to be poetic, except in her dreams, whereas he was made for poetry, a death-graced dance on wings stained with blood. They matched her hands. After all, Lady Macbeth could see the bloodstains, too, enlightened soul.

She disguised herself – but was not this entire operation a masquerade? – to enter the house. She was the only one with an invitation, after all. They called him a demon; they said that he would destroy them, that killing him was a mercy, but she couldn't help but wonder why the roles were reversed. She wondered why she couldn't feel like the avenging angel.

He wasn't surprised to see her there; his lips curved into a sardonic smile. After the deed was done she sat by his side and stroked the hair away from his face – messy in death as never in life. Her flesh was coffee on so much cream, but coffee endured, the overpowering flavor.

She left his dead body as her calling card, a warning not to cross them again.

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