Their curse is being born into limbo. Ever stuck, trapped, between two worlds. Demonic bodies, with angelic hearts. Their flesh a cruel mockery of the natural world’s beautiful symmetry. Their souls divine, pure like the animals of a kingdom they’ll never know.
“You look incredible,” Kioli smiled.
“Thank you. Will you walk with me?” Sainey asked.
“Until I go.” Kioli tried to put some joy into his expression, but it wouldn’t come. It was difficult to find any emotion. He was already being pulled into the material. Torn from the land between realms.
“Find me again. If you remember.”
“I will.” And he meant it. But would he? Remember? No. Not likely.
Born equal parts holy and foul they teetered between the two until the slightest of one undid the balance. Worse yet they had no say in the matter. Created without free will. They lived and died by the actions of beings they had no way of interacting with. The closest they came were those few moments they were pulled—pushed?—into the material. But it was never long enough to make any lasting impression. A flicker, a sudden dance, a flittering, then gone.
And still the demons and angels played at love. The only way their children would ever know love was if they found peace. And at times they did, but it never lasted. An angel grew too soft, too patient, and smothered her lover. Or a demon raged and threw fiery fists destroying a guardian of light. Back and forth, back and forth. And ever caught between the ebb and flow of good and evil the fair folk lived. Only able to speak to their kin, never to the two extremes that ranged on either side and decided their destiny.
To be born lukewarm, with no chance to ever become anything meant the fair folk would be continually spit from His grand creation. If only they might catch His eye and plead their case. Maybe one day. Maybe.