The world is divided, a landscape of both beauty and beast. As Angels, we must only walk the steps of those born of sacred hearts. We must stray from the style of the wicked.

Reapers are the fading and the forgotten, damned to walk the earth and feared upon by the eyes of the living, damned to harvest life, hearts--all without remorse, and damned to remain as empty souls void of love and compassion with no other possession than a wicked skull.

We are not Reapers. We are Angels. We are the saints to lead the future to the Doors to Light, and so must seek guidance from our beloved, wise priests, and the scripts of the Words of Angels.

Priests are blessed with a forgiving nature, with strength to resist the darkest seduction, and with wisdom to nurture the gift named Purity. Priests are courageous, with the bestowed task of lighting the path to divinity with the Cross chained to the heart.

Never will the two worlds twine as one.
Never will the 'hearts' of Reapers be granted the gift of love.

Love will never come to those who have sinned.

Thus saith the Angels.

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...i really don't know where the fuck that drabble came from lmfao. Sounds like the opening to some sort of really bad romance RPG orz

but then again, what can be more enticing than a curious reaper falling in love with a sinful priest?

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