Not all angels are nice
From Hell you see the flames
leaping, leaping higher and higher
you see a black form coming
it breaks through the flames
In all its Hellish glory
It cries out in triumph
Sending tingles down your spine
Not able to look away
With it's see through skin
Wings of leather
Black hair flowing down to its shoulder
Then you hear it
the sound of a thousand horrors
every bad thing you've seen and heard coming back to mind
"Caitlin"
it calls bekoning you forward
you must go
"Caitlin"
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