My heart has been ripped from my chest. God, my father, is dead. And this world I'd once cherished burns at my feet. Even the most faithful angels can fall.

I should have known better. I should have paid more attention. You would think that after living for so long I would have seen the signs. Seen the signs that my world was about to crash down around me. Did I confuse lust for love? Was I so blinded by my own desires that I thought what I'd found was worth giving up everything for?
The answers to those questions were staring me in the face.
One strike and the rose-colored glass shattered. My world forever turned into a darkness of my own creation. No longer shrouded in the light of my father's once gracious kingdom.
Now, all I could do was sit here while this world burned at my feet. There would never be a heaven for me, but I was content here with the fires of hell warming my skin.
They would never see me as weak again.

Intended only for those 18 or older.