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For a child loved by the world, Sakura Haruka was an enigma feared by humanity. Of his eyes that caught both the sun and the moon. Of his hair that was kissed by life and touched by death. He was a child that was not supposed to be born among the mortals—an angel sent to guide the world. And yet, here he was, wandering around the violent world with his body cut open for humans’ corrupted credence. Stealing him of divinity blessed by the universe.
And the first organ they stole was his heart. An angel’s heart was heavy and burning like a star, it cannot be carried by just strength or resolution. Thus, they were given wings to carry it. But Sakura’s heart was made of crimson opulence, full of ruby and corals that not even his wings could carry. And so he would give bits of his heart to those who have none to ease the burden he has to carry. However, his generosity could not hide its grandiose that warrants the covetousness of the rapacious. Unable to run from its heaviness, they robbed him of his heart. They split it up and left nothing for him to keep. And with no heart to carry, the feathers of his wings no longer have their purpose. So they fell off his back like the leaves from autumn trees, preventing him from flying ever again.
So Sakura walked with his feet, polluting his body with the dirt of the world. His wound was left open, unable to sew it up from the insults wedging itself to replace his heart, leaving him vulnerable to the envy of the selfish. And unfortunately, it didn’t take long for them to demand from him again. Lost are the butterflies that lived in his stomach. The insects that reflected his hope for the world, were killed by the fists of the beings he was supposed to give hope to. They tore their wings apart, thinking that those insects could give them the beauty that they dreamed of. And with no flutters left to hear, no more could he be able to chase the storm away.
Howbeit, the greed of humanity was far more immense than a single angel could handle. For they even attacked him on his knees—a deed deserving of decay of the soul. Angels were only supposed to kneel before the gods, and for the humans to bring him to such a state was a sacrilege. Something not even the dwellers of hell would do. And all of this to take his halo, a gift from the gods that was supposed to bring infinite wisdom to those who wear it. Though their larceny could only result in naught as it does nothing but burn the eyes of those who have transgressed.
Tired of bearing the sins of mankind, Sakura tried to call for heaven to bring him back. He sang forbidden verses in which no man could hear and whispered lyrics that no man could understand. An angel’s voice was said to be daunting and fearful for it held all the secrets of the cosmos. But the howls of the sinners drowned his weepings among their taunts, impelling him to scream to be heard. Though, the throats of the angels were not made to yell for they were only to guide not to scold. And so he vomited his voice into the depths of the world, waking up the raging sea of melted rocks which then punished those who had taken from him.
It was only after losing his cries that Sakura was finally freed, alone and bruised. The humans had stolen so much from him. They took everything that made him an angel and left him barely a human. And what remained of his seraphic origins were the veins where thorns grew to remind him of his duty and hands as heavy as a galaxy to bring forth justice upon the mortal realm—just never his salvation.