Cherry-Chain

Please read with accompanying music and art: [Link] --- I have never felt such helplessness. Always, there had been something I could do. No matter how hard I had to try, to struggle for the outcome that I wished for, I could do something about it. I could fight. But not now. Every day they slip farther away from me as the Slow Fever burns ever more intensely within them. My beloved, beautiful Abigail and my dear Connor…are dying. I did not think that their sickness might take their lives. It wasn’t that that I had been denying the possibility. I just hadn’t even considered that there was one. It seems like only yesterd

Crowley is a cruel bastard, though Meg didn't expect any less of him. She could see his outline from where she lay on the pavement, shaking and cursing him through the blood in her mouth. The King of Hell coldly wiped the blood -her blood- off his blade and disappeared. Of course he wouldn't make a clean kill. Of course he'd leave her on the ground, her twisted soul slowly unravelling from the magic of the angel blade. There was nothing left to do but grit her teeth and wait for sweet oblivion, or Hell or purgatory or whatever happens to a demon killed with an angel's blade. Her eyes snapped open at a familiar sound, a light muffled fwump o