------ Feathers. The crimson tainted feathers were cascading down from the imbalanced scales, causing them to fall and make a clanging sound. It was hollow, the echoing shriek containing millions of restless souls. Turning on my heels and walking away was what I did, as black wings sprouted from my back. As an Assassin of God, His finest killer, it was my sole purpose of existence to accomplish my tasks... To thrive off the high of murder, to live off the pleasure of killing... Even if I have to betray Him and be a part of the Fallen. ----- "It's unusually dark today." "..." Azrael's silence only made me nervous. I shivered, the cold wind hitting my exposed skin, the feeling of ice forming on the surface of my flesh overwhelming. "Azrael... I'm turning into ice..." "I can see." "Bastard. Just hand me that box of yours." "..." Azrael's hand sunk into his pockets as he handed me the box, embedded with crystals. "... I hope Karma doesn't mind." "She won't. Vae, if you don't do it now..." "I know, I know. It's just that... Betraying humanity is too much..." The both of us stood in silence, the altar in front of us radiating purple light. My hands were trembling as I tried to reach for the staff levitating above it, but I was petrified. "... You're right." "... We were once humans after all." "... They don't deserve this." "... Not now, not ever." I pulled my hand back, not wanting to be part of this anymore. "But..." "... William's going to be here soon... Oh no..." "Vae! Hide!" Azrael grabbed the box from my hands, and I rushed to camouflage myself admist the crystals, closing my eyes and blinking away tears that were streaming down my eyes. Azrael stood triumphantly, looking down at the alter, a disgusted look upon his face. Footsteps were heard as the doors creaked open, William walking silently behind Azrael. "Where's Vae?" "The vermit ran off, Sir." "... I never pegged her to be a traitorous coward, but I guess everybody's not who they look like... Abek." Azrael froze, his eyes wandering over to the staff William was holding. "... Where did you—" "Abek, why did you join me? You know very well that my goal was to get rid humanity." "I..." "And you decide to betray me?" Cold sweat formed on Azrael's temple... Why did William keep calling him Abeck? "Abeck. Abeck. I knew all along you were a Spy of God. You didn't think Arachnid would let is slip, would you?" His fingers drummed on the instrument of Hell, waiting for Azrael to continue... I didn't dare move, my body was frozen into place as the ice formed, enveloping me. "..." "Abeck. I know everything about you. And Vae? The pitiful iguana is right THERE—!" "Eep!" Pointed to me, I couldn't help but lose my concentration and fall on the floor, scrambling to get up and run. The ice was already crushing my muscles, paralyzing me into place. "....!" Azrael's arm shot out, backhanding the instrument of hell as I kept struggling, spitting fire at the ice to melt it. "Tch." Will's own hand shot out and slapped Azrael away, making him land on the crystalized floor of the cave. "Pitiful. And to think I recruited you for your highly recognized magic..." "Lightning! AZRAEL, JUST SHOOT HIM!" ----- "... You were done for from the start." I screamed as he kicked away the charred body of Azrael, his body full of burn marks and open wounds. Infection was starting to spread, but he kept on crawling towards me, his hands; one of the only parts of his body not charred or wounded, cupping my face as he whispered into my ear. "I love you." And with a horrifying thud, he died, his eyes open and his long black hair covering his face. I ran to him and closed his eyelids, hiccuping, the tears streaming. William left, the doors open, giving me the choice to mourn over Azrael's dead body or to run out and enjoy my free life. But I decided to grieve. ----- "You killed him?" "What can I do? He betrayed—" "Poor boy... Don't worry... You did the right thing..." The woman whose white hair was tied in a bun advanced towards the man, stroking his short black hair, kissing his forehead. She maintained elegance and her youthful look, her features not wilting. Her long slender fingers were wrapped around a glass of wine, as she sat back down and glanced at the sea. "Hmmmm... Yes. Will, dear, do you have the box?" "... Yes." "Good. I suppose we'll have to find another lightning mage, capable of frying open this stupid thing. For the meantime, dear, go on patrol. I don't want any of those pesky angels flying around the area... The damned 'servants of God' are pissing me off." The man nodded, his bright blue eyes staring at the woman. "What are you waiting for? Go!" ----- ._. I've been reading. ._.
You wish Kaname ----- ".... Oh look, do you really think we should be—" "Oh hush Ciel!" "Rosalie, you know what He said! We're on lookout!" "Don't be such a baby... It's just a cave! The humans won't dare go near that place!" Ciel's breathing quickened as Rosalie stepped onto the pavement. The ground shook with a feverishly as he used his wings for support. The entrance of the cave was slightly opened, a sign that somebody with magic skills exceeding a regular mage had been there not long ago. "... Do you think Abeck was responsible for this?" "A Spy of God? Are you kidding me? They're only granted a small amount of power... And—" The door immediately shut as Rosalie spoke. Ciel's hand was shaking as he touched the door, his eyes widening when he heard the sobbing of a camouflage nymph. "... Is that..." "A nymph?" "Sounds like it." Pulling his hand away, Ciel gave the door a kick. The doors didn't burts open, but only creaked open a little. Stepping into the barren area of the cave, Rosalie's hand waved away fog gathering around the place. Taking two cautious steps, she looked at the said nymph cradling a Fallen in her hands. "*Hic* I didn't *hic* mean to..." "Psst... Rose. She can't see us. Does this mean she killed him?" "..." Rosalie was entranced by the sight. 'Abeck... She did this to you?' ---- "Idiot!" Rosalie's hand slapped her face. The nymphet stumbled, falling back as the Fallen's head fell onto the floor, a sick crack heard as he dissolved into nothing. "... No! No! Azrael!" The poor nymph scrambled to grab the ash of thde deceased fallen, as Rosalie gave her a look of disgust. "Look at you! Pathetic. Ciel, look at her! It's another one of William's pathetic minions..." "How would you know." "What?" "She doesn't have the tattoo.... anymore." Ciel's emotionless grey eyes startled the nymph, as he pointed to her arm. "I didn't do anything... I didn't do anything..." The nymph's pleading was hard to ignore, as Rosalie's frustration grew. Her hand was raised, ready to slap her again, but fell limply to her side as the nymph began crying. "WILLIAM DID IT! HE KILLED HIM! HE KILLED HIM! HE KILLED AZRAEL!" "... Azrael?" The two twins' head craned to the opposite side, the name foreign. "It's... H-him... Will called h-him A-Abeck..." "..." "What's your name?" Ciel's hand was outstretched, as the nymph took it, grateful. "Vae." "... Well, Vae, we're going to take you to the Council." ----
---- "... The Council?" "It's not a surprise... The script here says you're a daughter of a Fallen. You may have some intel we need, ou can come the easy way, or the hard way." Rosalie's knuckles were cracking, ad chills went down the poor girl's spine. I stood next to Rosalie, staring at Vae. Her hair was dishelved, untidy brown locks were knotted together. Her blue eyes were locked on mine, the two of us having a silent contest to see which of us would break. Rose's impatient scoffing made us both turn around. "Well. What do you say, Vae? We could take you to Steampunk Zoe and have her interrogate the shit out of you, or have you confess." "... My answer's obvious, isn't it?" Like a mouse, Vae scampered over and hooked her arm in mine, trembling. Her face was blank, not showing any signs of fear. "... Hn." ---- "Yo! Twins! Get your ass over here!" A woman was hollering. We had stepped onto a platform, the guy from before was holding my wrists tightly. "Who's that?" "Meh." Rose walked off, sulking. "What's up with her?" "... Oh. Don't mind her. Her ex died in some sort of show down. This little birdie," I was pushed forward a little. "has the story." "Oooh. Is she gonna be interrogated?" "Nah. She's clean." The woman nodded, her cup of coffee dissolving as she strained her look on it. "Fuck. Gotta get me a new cup." She bounced away, the tools on her pants with suspender buttons falling on the floor. "Let me guess. That's Steampunk Zoe?" "You betcha." ---- Short update? ._.