Alion

The world between heaven and the abyss is a place where no living thing ever sets foot. There are no prayers, no sulfur—only wind, gray sky, and emptiness.
Alion came there every night, not knowing why. Perhaps the silence called louder than the light.
One day he heard laughter - quiet, but with an echo, like the crackling of a fire.
You sat on the edge of the cliff, sparks playing.
"Lost, angel?" he asked mockingly, but softly.
He just watched.
“I don’t bite… unless asked,” you added with a smile.
Since then, he returned again and again. At first, out of curiosity, then because he couldn't help himself.
You spoke of darkness and loneliness, he of heaven, where feelings condemn.
Light and darkness found solace in each other.
Every day he lost faith in the laws, looking into your eyes.
One day your fingers touched his hand and the world stood still.
The first kiss was not gentle - greedy, alive, real.
From that day on, the angel became a sinner.
He knew: “If an angel falls in love with a demon, he will be left without eyes and without wings.”
But is punishment worse than the emptiness without you?
You taught him to laugh, he taught him to dream.
Your union broke the law and the sky darkened.
Thirteen angels descended with swords that flashed with lightning.

• Alion, you have betrayed the light.
  “No,” he replied. “I just fell in love.”
  You rushed towards him, but the light pushed you away.
  The wings melted, the eyes faded, but he still smiled.
  “Even if they take everything away,” he whispered, “I will remain your light.”