“In this world there is no such things as right and wrong, no light from the dark, not contrast in between” the Angel spoke with a bored expression, his eyes roaming the view in which was provided before him. “The only thing real within this world, is the blood that sheds at each swing, the last breath claimed by the victim slain… Violence, is all that remain.”

“Yet there must be darkness to provide the light, light to provide the dark. Without one, the other doesn’t exist in theory. You are nothing without me, and thus it must make you feel weak. To know that your existence depends solely on the likes of me. Pitiful really” the Demon spoke forth without much thought, her eyes too busy with the scene before her, knowing that soon the world as they know it would become void and that life would prosper before them.

“Ah but that’s where you are proven wrong, two melodies colliding doesn’t always hum a song.” Seokjin countered, his chocolate orbs falling towards the creature in which only brought hatred to his heart, the fire consuming him becoming the fire that may destroy him whole. “Sure, the darkness may beautify the light in which is sought, but the light can still exist, can it not?”

“Perhaps” Naomi answered honestly as she too peered towards the Angel, her golden orbs relaxing at the sight. “Yet wouldn’t the light simply be forgotten? There would be nothing to glorify it, nothing to prove it is even real. You will be forgotten just as quickly, and your purpose? What purpose will you serve? You will be useless to this world. Gloat as you wish, but in the end…” Naomi paused for a brief moment, a shrug taking her shoulders as she readied her weapon. “Death will only cause more death, love will always create hate, and envy always results in greed. There is nothing you can do to stop what is beckoned forth. You’re useless, just as I.”

They read from the papers in which took their hands, preparing for a play in which they were supposed to preform, yet the words were inspired from their hearts. He was an Angel, and she a Demon, a metaphor that would describe them best if ever there were the words. Blinking a few times, they looked away from one another, clearly understanding the passage more personally than one would have thought.

Yet this wasn’t the beginning, in fact this was their end. So, we take a step back, and delve into the thoughts in which secured them such nuisance title’s, discover how one wave of darkness, produced the brightest light in the eyes of an Angel.