Death of Love

They say love is something that keeps everyone going, its what makes life worth while. Yet for those whom never loved, say its over rated. It's hard to say what it is, but one thing is for sure when one is touched by love, they are never the same. This little story is about one of our own favorite being, Voltaire. Yes even our very own was once in love.

He was in love with an angel, whose name was Ophelia. They had met once at a festival, Voltaire had locked eyes with her and it was over. They seem in separable, always hanging around each other. They love to go to celebrations and dance. Even though they were deeply in love, it didn't change the fact that they came from different worlds. She was an angel of Azure and Voltaire.... well everyone assume him a demon, so their love was forbidden.

The head of Ophelia's order was an angel name Cale, who disapproved deeply of their love. Threaten them regularly on it, well threaten Ophelia, warning her. Till one day he went to Voltaire instead, meeting him in Kydian. Voltaire was at a stall looking at some herbs, when Cale approaches him. "You there." he had short black hair,fair skin. He didn't look of your typical angel type, of course most in Altainia ever did look typical.  Voltaire turns wearing a white button up shirt, with a vest. He was really dressed down today, speaking up "Yes?" looking to Cale " Oh, it's just you." rolling his eyes.

Cale had a serious look, his blue hues behind glasses. "I am here to talk to you." he wore black suit and tie. Rather dull looking fellow, but well he was an angel. Voltaire however  seem annoyed " What do you want now?"

Cale folds his arms " you know why I am here, I forbid you and Ophelia's affair. A demon such as you can never love, you'll corrupt her you fiend." Voltaire narrowed his eyes, taking a deep breath " Oh Cale, how naive you are. Look I love Ophelia and she loves me, deal with it." folding his arms too.

Cale glared at him and says "If you do not, then there will be consequence. I mean honestly look at you and her, you know that it can never truly be. Someone as imperfect as you to be with her." Voltaire stared at Cale for a while, listening to him. Perfection was something Voltaire stride for, knowing that he himself was imperfect. Even viewed Ophelia as perfect like Cale did, but he shook his head "I think you're jealous."

Cale shook his head " You know what your doing is wrong,you're a heartless bastard.Now I warned you, I can not be held responsible for what happens to Ophelia." he'd fly off, while Voltaire thought it over.

He didn't want Ophelia to pay for being with him, he did lover her deeply. So he ask to meet with her, even if Cale didn't bother him. He knew Cale could harm Ophelia, so they met up. Ophelia was also a black haired angel, with blue eyes. She wore a elegant white dress, with a corset.She smiles to him "What was it you wanted to talk about?" Voltaire frown though.

"Ophelia, you know I love you. I always will, but we can't see each other anymore." he tell her, Ophelia's smile faded. She then ask "What? Why? What did I do?" Voltaire shook his head " Nothing, you have done nothing wrong. Its just I can't let you fall, I love you and you are so perfect.If you continue to love me, you'll become a fallen angel and I can't allow that."

Tears of light fall from her eyes "I don't care about that Voltaire, I just want to be with you. Why are you talking like this?" Voltaire moves back from her " Because my dear I am nothing more then a demon and you're an angel, our love was never meant to be." He'd walk away from her, as Ophelia cried. Only to hear Cale voice " It's much to late for that." Plunging his sword through her heart." Voltaire turns to see such horror.

Ophelia gasp, once Cale removed it, she would fall to the ground. Voltaire screamed out "NO!" running to her, pulling her into his lap. " How could you? I broke it off with her to save her." Cale shook his head "Too late,she was already fallen. It's your fault, you corrupted her" Ophelia stared up to Voltaire "I...I didn't care if you corrupted me or not, I love you." Voltaire eyes turn to a icy bright blue,he would whisper to her "I'm so sorry my love, I am so sorry." as she passed in his arms.He turn his gaze to Cale, he speak in utter hatred "I swear I will kill every last one of you and your order."slowly lays Ophelia on the ground, before bat like wings form out of his back.He take to flight and headed to Azures realm.

Cale blink and did not suspect Voltaire to react in such a way.He would follow after Voltaire, but by the time he was able to catch up it was too late. He look around to where the order resided and found death everywhere, screams could be heard. He didn't think Voltaire was powerful enough to kill angels. He would unsheathe his sword of Azure, running to find Voltaire. He came up to see him, ripping at angel with claws. Clade eyes go wide "By Azure." Voltaire drops the corpse. He turns to see Cale "You wanted to see a demon, well then." Horns grew out of his head, large and glowed of red. A tail appeared from behind, looking black and like it was extension of his spine. Voltaire's skin went black,stepping closer to Cale "A demon you shall have." his voice taking to the sound of multiple tones.

Cale would charge at Voltaire, as they locked into battle. Each of them parry and lunged at each other, till Cale got lucky and shoved his sword through Voltaire's chest where his heart be. Voltaire stumble back, acting out as if he may die. Cale smirked " Your efforts where in vein, demons such as yourself will always be killed by holy power." Voltaire stood straight and says " My god, could you get anymore cliché then that?" Cale's mouth dropped at the sight.

"Whats the matter, oh wait thats right demon suppose to die. OH but I am not dieing, I'm just a heartless being you stabbed. Guess the jokes on you." pulling the blade out, he would move fast and grabs Cale. "W-W-what are you?" he'd ask, Voltaire grab his wings "I won't kill you no, I will just take your rights away from you." He'd ripped off his wings, leaving Cale to scream out in pain. "Now your the fallen one, enjoy your new fucking life." Voltaire state, as he walked off.