They never left him, those ageless demons, who followed him through the dank alleyways of the hospital. Wandering aimlessly from staircase to staircase, his parents laying beside each-other in their last embrace, on their hospital bed. His comfort lay in visions of his parents, displayed as reflections in the eyes of his soul. Figures of light surrounded him in his weary wander, reaching to him with angelic arms, spattered with the scars of burning fire.
The boy had noone left but himself, no life structured for him by those relatives so dismissed by those who have them. Where to go. What to do. How was he going to go on living in this solitude. To this silent question one of his chaotic angels replied in its rasping tone, "with us dear one, we can protect you, feed you, make you one of our own". What could this lost soul do but agree, to fly away with this mutant hoard of angelic darkness, into the far reaches of his confused mind.
The boy had noone left but himself, no life structured for him by those relatives so dismissed by those who have them. Where to go. What to do. How was he going to go on living in this solitude. To this silent question one of his chaotic angels replied in its rasping tone, "with us dear one, we can protect you, feed you, make you one of our own". What could this lost soul do but agree, to fly away with this mutant hoard of angelic darkness, into the far reaches of his confused mind.
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