Title: The Demon Mistress

Author: Shiku Noberu

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Maybe I could ask for my birthday...? * v * )

Genre: Romance/Horror

Summary: This one group was doing what they thought was "fighting the bad guys". The other group was doing what they thought was "saving the world". But in the end, which side is right and wrong? Maybe judgement is by the hands of God? Or the Devil?

Sometimes I hate my grade 7 literature capabilities. TIS THE TRUTH. ;; A ;; I'm sorry for the prologue, but I don't mean any religious offense or anything. I'm just making it dramatic.

Oh, and can I say this: melodramatic dark fic coming up your way–

This prologue was written by my friend Hinata. Find her on dA

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Enjoy.

What is justice? The quality of being fair and equal. But if good and evil still exists, does that mean justice does not prevail?

If we think we are "saving the world", from what do we actually save it from? The profligates of this world? But then, again, aren't the "good" also immoral and corrupt? It is hypocrisy. If we are the "heroes" who do a good deed for the world by destroying the condemned, does that not make us atrocious as well? Doesn't justice mean that not the bad guy that goes to jail, but having someone pay for the crime done?

And to a "villain", if they are committing crime for an acceptable reasons, aren't they still doing it the wrong way? Why is it that there needs to be blood spilled in order to achieve what they call "peace"? Aren't they lacking a reasonable way to straighten out the wrongdoings of this world? Shouldn't the progression to what villains call eternal salvation from their viewpoint be essential? Why is the hunger for liberation massive? Isn't there another course of action that proves good?

At times, desperation drives mankind the wrong way. If God has turned His back on you, will you be pressured to finally turn to the Devil? If so, what is justice then? When is justice made? Where? What makes justice? Is it the conviction of the evil? Or is it the hypocritical deeds of the good? Who determines justice?

God? Or the Devil?

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PROLOGUE

Eternal † Damnation

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Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

[ The moon is white. ]

Maniacal cackling rang through the dead of the night. Insanity laughs as the core of a being's rectitude breaks down, leaving the young mind vulnerable. The moon's rays shone down on Mother Nature, who is silently weeping for Her beloved inanimate warriors, yet angered at the same time. The occasional howling of the wind overlapped the clap of thunder. In the dead center of a battlefield long finished, stands a warrior – no – fallen angel, for she has done an act so malicious, it is a wonder she isn't tainted. Yet.

[ The sky is black. ]

The shadows frolicked about under the moonlight, as if they were alive and had a mind of their own. They lurked on the very grounds of Earth, because Earth is the bridge of sanity to Heaven and Hell. Shapes of deformed angels, with their wings bent at humanly impossible angels, and a hole violently placed where their hearts should have been. Their lifeless eyes stared at what they could not see anymore. Mouths formed into an eternal, soundless scream, calling out for mercy, but their cries fell on deaf ears. The fallen angel stood amidst it all, her body racking with violent, frenzied laughter. She has fallen prey to bloodlust.

[ Blood is red. ]

The whole field is painted a brilliant red by her own hands. The result of this massacre was piled into one. The no longer beating hearts of the now dead angels somehow created a disturbing scarlet fountain of blood. A river of blood ran along the dry patches of grass, singed by the fire formed by heavenly beings. How? Chakra. It is the start of the formation that will later result in the creation of earthly warriors. One who would feast their eyes on this field could see how ghastly the slaughter had been. No one is alive. All except for one.

[ The sakura flower is pink. ]

One sakura tree swayed gently from side to side, making a magical, if not heavenly, dance of nature. Matching the colour of her originally pink hair, none could see it as blood, grime and dirt caked it; a result of her bloodshed. Confiding only in the darkness of this world, she loses her mind as well as her purpose to live. Bitterly taking in the view of the whole field, her laughter turns to dry sobs until at last, the rain pours down on her. If only the rain could wash away the sins made. When she couldn't cry, the heavens cried for her.

And so, she is like the cherry blossoms yet so different at the same time. Her purity is now short-lived, but she is immortal. She is condemned to lurk in obscurity for centuries. Thus starts the story of one cherry blossom angel. Fallen.

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Sakura.

That was her name.

Standing alone in her prison, she stood in the middle of the moonlight. A single, high vertical window was more than enough to provide her with light. She giggled insanely. The fallen angel fingers the chains that bound her and wonders if Heaven's residents are really that fearful of her. The chains will not be enough to break nor restrain her, she mused. Her ragged white dress contrasted greatly with the darkness of the cell as she eyed the fluttering fallen petals of the sakura tree.

How ironic, she thought, laughing louder. The cherry blossoms were granted freedom whereas she has to abide by the rules of the "holy" society. She wished for no more than just a sliver of freedom where she does not need to act like a saint. Somehow, that night, she has achieved so. Killing Heaven's own warriors had never felt so satisfying. The fallen angel did not revulse at the thought of being penalized for her sinful acts.

Sakura chuckled wryly as one of Heaven's soldiers cautiously opened the doors to her cell. Her bloody wings were limp at her sides, occasionally pulsating visibly whenever she felt agitated. The chains bounding her hands and legs rattled noisily and Sakura resisted the urge to just snap the soldier's neck. In reality, the girl could break the chains bounding her. Heaven's poorly developed use of chakra has nothing against her. But she left it intact. For the moment.

Sakura wanted to let the old geezers of the council experience that small sense of satisfaction of capturing her for one moment, and she would then destroy it the next.

"Up!" One soldier ruthlessly pulled the chain from the collar on her bruised neck. Sakura let out an inhuman growl. She did not like being treated as an animal. The comrade of that soldier spat at the ground beside her. "You sinful angel! It is no wonder the council will banish you from Heaven. The spawns of the Devil and Darkness are not welcomed here."

Sakura let her lips form a feral grin. "I have no qualms or objections on being banished. I do not want to be a martyr of Heaven. There is acts of hypocrisy amongst the residents of this so-called holy place. I have welcomed darkness and evil with open hands. Never there was a moment where I regret doing so. The council cannot do anything against me unless they improve this sore excuse of chakra!"

She jerked the chains harshly and they cracked pitifully. Other soldiers clambered up to where she was and supplied more weak chakra chains. The first soldier stared disdainfully at her and dragged her to the holy courtyard where the sinful would be judged. The majestic white doors opened as the soldiers escorting Sakura marched into the middle of the room.

Releasing the chakra chains and forcing Sakura to her knees, the council members, old and already passing their time of youth, yet still immortal, stood up and the eldest glided towards Sakura. His wings were crippled not from age but from war. The council member jerked Sakura's head up by using his staff to pull up her chin.

Sakura masked her emotions and stared at the old geezer with blank eyes. Her orbs had taken a pale green colour and she inwardly smirked when the old man flinched slightly. He clenched his jaw and said with an air of superiority and as loud as his vocal chords would allow, "Sakura. Archangel and part of God's first and trusted army squad."

He released his staff and gripped it with great force that his knuckles turned a ghastly white. He moved back, golden robes, a sign that signifies his importance in Heaven, swished. "You have been brought here to be judged. Do you know why?" Now, just because Sakura was an angel, doesn't mean that she does not know sarcasm. "Yes, old man," she spat, eyeing the council members with hatred and finally landing on the one who would judge her; the eldest of them all.

"I have killed the entire Squad One of Heaven's army," she said calmly, if not proudly. "I have done so to let Heaven know that I am no longer with this side. Heaven has never favoured me. So I did join Hell, and the evil and darkness It offered me was satisfying. Never have I experienced such thing here. So punish me as you see fit. You can't make me plead for charity, kusotare."

The eldest's eyes widened and he bared his teeth, striking his hand across the girl's face. His fury could not be expressed in any other way except for making the girl experience the physical pain. Sakura kept her head low, and blood trickled down her chin. She grinned widely, the ends of her lips stretching as far as they could go. Her canines elongated to a sharp point and she eyed the elder menacingly. "Hurry it up," she gritted out, her voice going raspy. "Don't you want to get rid of me? Please, do so."

The elder clutched his staff hard; the wood was already breaking from the sheer force of his displeasure and irritation. He turned away from the fallen cherry blossom while making a dramatic act of turning hard to make the robes twist. "Take her to the Doors. Her crime is now combined with the act of disrespecting the council members that God Himself chosen for Heaven. She will be destroyed and her existence shall be no more." The other elders made a noise of agreement.

"She will be sent to eternal damnation."

The soldiers reassambled and yanked Sakura towards the Doors. It was made solely out of the bones and wings of the angels that were destroyed when they were also required to walk into the Doors. They serve to teach the other Heavenly residents. Now, she would be the one walking through it, and her bones as well as her wings would be added to the Doors for remembrance and forever the parts of her that will remind people of her sinful acts.

As Sakura reached the Doors, she chuckled softly. "You know," she started softly, grabbing the attention of the council members that were on their way out of the courtyard. She took a step forward, knowing that the next step she will take would be the start of her everlasting punishment.

"There was a time when I loved Heaven. It is such a shame that that time has already gone by."

And she walked into the Doāzu no Shimanagashi.

Kusotare: It means b*stard in Japanese. Kusotare is the most offensive form of saying b*stard. It goes from yarou, hiretsukan, and lastly kusotare.

Doāzu no Shimanagashi: The literal translation of Doors of Banishment. This is the door to where angels would walk into when they are exiled from Heaven. What happens to them beyond the Door depends on the punishment given. For instance, if they commit murder on one of their own kind, their wings would deform and the fallen angel will reincarnate into a resident of the human world and be trapped on Earth for a time of five centuries to let them repent in their time down there. Heavier crimes than murdering only one will result in the fallen angel passing through the doors being destroyed forever, in body and soul, or be sent to Hell to receive eternal suffering and torture.

Please don't use these ideas since I made them myself. No matter how cliché.

And so, TA-DAAHH. Prologue is done.´O 3 O ) I give you all... *drumroll* chocolates! For reading this chappie.

*turns into potato* *rolls off into the sunset*

I'm stressed. = 益 =