When my destiny changed

Hello guys! Another post that is not inktober related lol. I wanted to write a POV from Mr. Glasses so damn much. So like this is a sneak peak into his criss cross mind. I wrote a short story about some of the events that happened between our main characters from his point of view. I have no clue whether to continue this or not. And so, a short story for some experimentation.

Also, if you have no clue just who I am talking about, catch up in this poetic story types poem I wrote about the Fallen angel of death

Also, if you like this please do comment, if you want to see more of their story. Because this might just be the tip of iceberg :star2:

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When I first saw him, he took my breath away in the most awe inspiring way anyone ever could. He was in the body of a little child who looked like sunshine himself, who wore his heart on his sleeve and shined his blinding smile at strangers and animals. He was wearing a striped shirt tucked inside his shorts. He was adorable with his cheeks puffed up and his lips formed in the shape of a pout. There was just something about that child. He grabbed my attention like a firework does in its lone sky.

That was the day my glasses started tingling. I felt inexplicable emotions bubble inside my dead body, the body that had countless bruises and will have even more in the near future. I never knew I had met my destiny. The destiny for which I will readily kill and also get killed.

I was about done for the day when I spotted him. He was crouched down and talking to a flower. My silly brain still re how his curls flew everywhere, how he delicately handled the flower and how he smiled a beautiful toothy grin that sat on his lips like a crown. That was the day a soft word left my forever closed lips. I whispered my first words in centuries that day. I said, "angel"

I knew I was doomed that day. For the little boy had stolen the heart I thought never existed in the first place. I knew that I had to protect him at all costs even if it cost me everything I was building. For I was waiting, to return to hell and to punish those that had denied me of my crown. Those fools. They think they can kill the child that was born to become the king.

I never had any feelings for this job, I was doing it in exchange for some time, that I needed to get my powers back. It was just a job. A menial task. A task where emotions were alien land. Just another obstacle that I had to tackle, to finally acquire what was mine from the start. And then, then he came along.

That bloody day when I went to collect his soul, I cried tears that were not visible. My soul ached for him in all the right places and that was the day the first crack appeared in my glasses. That was the day I realized that this angel was supposed to be mine.

And what cruel game destiny plays. For he was the last soul to collect before I paid my debt and got everything back. I wanted, oh god, I wanted to take him away from all the hurt and pain his humans had caused him.

I wanted to tuck him away in the blanket of my embrace and steal the breath of every walking creature that had hurt the golden heart of this boy. But I knew, once I returned, hell would break loose. There will be chaos and blood will be shed. And I wanted the best for my angel for he had already been through enough.

So I did the worst thing I had ever done. I cut my heart and placed it in his hands. I sent him away to heaven away from my darkness.