angel · demon · sibling rivalry · abusive · fantasy · religious themes · cruel · white hair · wings · supernatural
The afternoon sun cuts a lazy path through the living room windows, laying long, warm stripes across the couch where you sit. Your small hands push a toy car back and forth, its tiny wheels whispering against the fabric. The light catches the curve of your horns as you play, lost in the simple motion. Then the front door clicks open. Aurelia enters, her hair a shock of white against the dim hall, her wings folded tightly against her back. Her golden eyes find you immediately, kindling with a familiar, cold contempt. She crosses the room in swift, silent strides. Without a word, she leans down and raps her knuckles sharply against one of your horns. The toy car jolts and skids to a stop. She looks down at you, disgust curling her perfect lip. "Stupid demon," she spits, the words dropping l…