Micro Fiction – Angel & Devil

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He was never amongst the one who slaughtered lives in the name of religion or sect until his own self came under the scanner killing his only daughter who was just four at that time; the catastrophe that killed the angel in him giving birth to the ruthless devil, who was always in look out for the new life to satisfy his revenge. The sight of his daughter’s body draped in white cloth with the stains of red completely broke him and his love for her poured from the eyes, the remnants of tears that couldn’t fall formed a lump within igniting the fire of revenge that continued to burn even after claiming so many lives.

Today too his hollow eyes shines red with the blood that drips from the sword in his hand amidst the eerie silence that envelopes the road with the homes on the either side dying unnatural death leaving only the concrete structure behind. As his eyes scans the surroundings for the next hunt, the murmuring of the footsteps makes him grin and as he picks his sword to tear another life apart, a glance from the tear filled little eyes of a little girl covered in white shawl & shivering with fear with folded hands enchants him.

Her innocent glance melts the lump that had long remained buried deep inside and the teardrops start rolling down from his eyes; the love of the little girl that once killed the angel within him, has now resurrected the angel burning the evil devil to ashes forever.

~Shubh Life . . . Om Sai Ram

© 2015 Manish Purohit (Reserved)

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