Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Pieces of Black ❯ Angel ( Chapter 9 )

Angel

Schuldig POV.

 

Ideas and concepts are a very relative thing. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. That is, after all, my area of expertise.

So, when I say the word angel, you may think of white wings and long tunics whereas I would be meaning glinting glasses and Armani suits. And guns. Most people would be freaked out to learn that my concept of angel includes killing for money. Or for power. Or out of fucking convenience. Just because in the long run, a death is sometimes more profitable than a life.

But what we both convey when talking about angels is the idea of a superior being that makes you believe, that gives you back a purpose, no matter how weird it may be, that compels you to follow his light (or his darkness) because you know what? Everything is gonna be alright. An angel is the only fucking thing that is able to save you from yourself.

So maybe, just maybe, when you're talking about blond hair and sweet smiles, and I do about cold eyes looking down the barrel of a gun, we're both referring to the same thing.