Ballad of Fallen Angels

The musicbox is broken. Or is it? It’s starts to play and a hunting tune fills the air. I awake suddenly from my dream . There is no musicbox and yet there it is, a tiny one, nestled in my hand. And I awake frome my dream again, as if I was peeling an onion, it’s a dream no matter how far I go. I can never reach reality. Trapped in an endless nightmare.

- When angels are forced out of heaven, they become devils. You’re agree, don’t you?
- I’m just watching a bad dream I never wake up from
- I’ll wake you up right now
- What’s your rush. After all it’s been a long time
- Are you pleading for your life?
- Hardly. Beging dosen’t work on you, remember? Even if It’s coming frome the man who took you in and made you what you are
- Perhaps, but he was a beast who lost his fangs. That’s wye he died. And that’s why you have to die…


- …You should see yourself. You have any idea what you look like right at this moment?
- What?
- A rabious beast. The same blood runs through both of us. The blood of a beast who wanders, hunting for the blood of others
- I’ve bled all that kind of blood away
- THEN WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE? !!!!!


Just like that, sing for me please…