Can a Heartless Angel Get Heartbroken?

By, A.I

Prologue

"What is so special about her, Hendrix?"

The dark-haired sorcerer smirked and took a sip of blood in his glass. He stared at his beloved through the window in his 'private' room. "She is…unique, William."

"Where did you find her?"

"Find her? She's not some stray dog I found wandering about!"

There was silence for a moment before they both laughed hysterically.

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I was still sitting in front of Graysur, the God of Fire's tomb when my beloved Hendrix came.

"What were you two talking about?"

My thick lips curved into a smile. "I told him about my day, as usual. He responded by not making a sound."

"I think he'd be proud of you."

I cared about Graysur very much. He was the one who made me; a Fire Angel. He was the one that created my long burgundy curls, thick red lips, pale skin, reddish eyes and a golden heart. Oh yes, he always talked about my Golden Heart. I was almost his favourite Fire Angel. The others didn't mind but I knew they were envious but they kept smiling. It was as if they knew a secret that I didn't know. My age is close to 180 years old. He was 19800 years old.

I remembered the day he died ever so clearly. Everyone was crying except me.

"Vivienne, come here my angel."

He was on his deathbed. He looked so pale and weak. I didn't want to touch him or get near him because I was afraid if I did, his fragile body would break.

"Vivienne, go." My friend named Avara whispered in my ears.

I took quick small steps and kneeled down when I reached his deathbed. He took my small warm hands into his big cold ones.

"You have a heart of gold,

Doing things that you want and never what you're told,

A heart of gold can never be broken,

And this is spoken –

by a dying old man,

Who believes that you can –

do anything."

Graysur was like a father to me. I'm the only one who visits his grave every single day. That is because he was buried near Hendrix's manor and I can see him everyday.

"Vivienne? Are you listening to me?"

I snapped back to reality and nodded my head. "Of course I was, Hendrix."

He smirked teasingly. "What was I talking about then?"

"Oh, don't be damned Hendrix. All of your stories are dull!" I looked around curiously. "Where has William run off to?"

We both laughed so hard till our stomachs hurt.

"Hendrix,"

"Hm?"

"Do you love me?"

"Of course, I do."

"Do you swear?"

"I swear, Vivienne."