Chapter 1: Prologue
Paradise Lost
Author note: Fan fiction is delicate to the creator and belongs to production of Cartoon Network and Craig McCracken. And my favorite literature novel, The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones owned by Cassandra Clare. Blossom, Bubble, and Buttercup are hunters, long line of young men and women chosen for specific mission: to seek out and destroy vampires, demons and other forces of darkness. But what happens when three mysterious young men come into their lives and fall in love with them. What side would the girls fight for and what would be the cost for it? Please enjoyed, followed, favorite, and comment. Thank you.
He ran his fingers through his hair, rolling his hips like the devilish demon he was. A beat thundered though the joint, and echoed its rhythm through his body. The place was crowed, practically jam packed with people looking for a good time; him being one of them. The boy's black eyes scanned the dance floor, where slender limbs clad in scraps of silk and denim fabric appeared and disappeared inside the revolving columns of smoke as the mortals danced. Girls tossed their long hair, boys swung their denim-clad hips, and bare skin glittered with sweat.
Exuberance just poured off them, waves of energy that filled him with a drunken dizziness. His lip curled. They didn't know what it was like to appreciate their lives in this sinister world, where the sun hung limp in the sky like a burned cinder. Their lives burned as brightly as candle flames and were as easy to snuff out.
His hand tightened in fist with eagerness for his next victim. He had begun to step out onto the dance floor, when a girl broke away from the mass of dancers and began walking toward him. He stood in shock and stared at her. She was extremely beautiful, for a human-long soft pale golden blonde hair that was parted down the middle with two pigtails braided at the ends. Her piercing baby blue eyes compelled him to her. He noticed; she was fairly slim and average height being between 5'2 to 5'4 in height for a teenage girl. Floor-length white laced gown, the kind women used to wear when this world was younger and educated. Lace long sleeves huge loose around her slim arms. Around her neck was a golden choker necklace, on which hung a dark blue pendent the size of a baby's fist. He only had to narrow his silted char-coaled eyes to know that it was real- and precious. His mouth started to water as she neared him. Essential energy pulsed from her veins and sweat like blood from an open flesh wound. She flash him angelic smile, passing him, beckoning with her compelling eyes. He turned to follow her, tasting the adrenaline rush through her veins and naive knowledge of her death on his lips.
Humans were so imbecilic. Blaming the predator would not help the prey much. The prey must learn not to fall in the clutches of the predator. It was always easy, especially with the naive virgin teenage girls. The girl skin is so white and fair that blue veins are visible all over her body, including her face. She reached the wall and turned bunching her skirt up in her pale hands, lifting it as she grinned at him. Under the skirt, she was wearing thigh-high sandal heels.
He could smell her mortality and hint of something else, but was blinded by blood-lust to acknowledge it. Ah the sweet rot of corruption. 'Got you little sheep', he thought.
A sly smile curled her lips. She moved to the side, and he could see that she was leaning against a closed door. EMPLOYEE ONLY- STORAGE was scrawled across it in red paint. She reached behind her for the knob, turned it, slide inside. He caught a glimpse of stacked boxes, tangled wiring. He glances at her then behind him- no one was looking. If she wanted privacy he wasn't going to complain. He slipped into the room after her, unaware that he was being watched and followed.
"So, love what's your name?"
She turned smiled. Faint light there was in the dull storage room spilled down through high barred windows smeared with dirt. Piles of black electrical cables, along with broken bits of mirrored disco balls, lights bulbs, and discarded paint cans littered the floor.
"My name is Bubble."
"That's a strange name. But I guess it fit's such cute girly like you." he walked toward her, stepping carefully among the wires in case any of them were turn on. In the faint light she looked like those angel's, blonde hair, pure and innocent eyes. It would be a pleasure to make her fall. "I haven't seen you here before first time here?"
"Nope, but it will be your last though." She giggled, covering her with her hand. There was some sort of bracelet around her wrist, just under the cuff of her dress then, as he neared her, he saw that it wasn't a bracelet at all but a golden lariat.
Wait only… he froze. "You-"
Before he could respond, she moved with lighting swiftness, striking out him with her open hand, driving a blow to his now exposed chest that would have sent him down gasping if he'd been a moral being. He staggered back, and now the golden lariat whip was in her hand, electricity glinted through it as she bought it down, curling around his ankles, jerking him off his feet. He hit the ground, writing, the hated metal biting deep into the skin. She laughed, standing over him and lightheaded he thought should of have known… fucking bloody hell demon hunter's like playing tricks to lured out demon's like himself.
Bubble yanked hard on the whip, securing it. Her smile wasn't like the innocent beforehand instead glittered like sinister angel. "He's all yours, girls."
A low bell chimed laugh sounded behind him, and now there were hands on him, hauling him upright throwing him against one of the concrete pillars. He gained consciousness to realize his hands were pulled behind him, his wrists bound with wire. As he struggled and cursed at himself and captures, someone walked around the side of the pillar into his view: a girl, as young as Bubble and more magnificent beautiful, dark flowing mid-back hair, full lips, tanned skin, and pierced sharp emerald green eyes. She was average height and in shaped curvy body was clad in tight blue jeans, a cotton green top, and a pushed up bra that left the size of her breasts obvious to everyone who looked her way. Platform leather boots adore her feet. "So," she said. "Are there any more with you?"
The char-coaled eyed demon could feel blood welling up under the too-tight mental, making his wrists slippery. "Sorry love I don't know what you talking about."
"Playing games I see." The jaded eye girl pushes strand hair away from her tan neck, showing Christian cross of nails ink mark branded on her neck. "I'm sure you know what I'm talking about now."
Char-coaled eyed boy couldn't restrain his demonic instincts at the sight of the marked on her neck. He can feel his talons replaced his regular nails and natural sharped teeth began to grind.
"Cross hunter," he hissed.
The dark flowing beauty grinned all over her face. "Got you," she said.
The dark flowing haired girl paced back and forth, her arms now crossed over her chest. "Now," she said. "You still haven't told me if there is any other of your kind with you."
"Sorry, Love but I don't know what you're talking about." The char-coaled eyed boy's tone was pained but surly.
"She means other demons," said the stunning strawberry blonde haired girl, speaking for the first time. "You know what a demon is, don't you?"
The boy tied to the pillar turned to faced her; she was about the same age and height as them but something about her demeanor screamed the confident and strong leader of the group. And the most calculated in her choice of wear. She had chosen a pale silk button up blouse to wear with a pair of high waist navy blue skinny jeans. She also chosen to wear her hair down and tied back with a red bandanna, the bow off to the side nearly hidden under her long mane. She finished her look with a simple pair of leather ankle boots.
"Demons," she continues, tracing the word on the air with her perfect manicure finger. "Religiously defined as hell's denizens, the servants of Lucifer are malevolent spirits that are the direct opposites of Angels; they are created from human souls that have endured extensive torture in hell. Children of Lilith and sent from the bottom of hell the origin outside our home dimension-"
"That enough, Blossom," Bubble said in between laughter.
"Bubble's right," proclaimed the dark flowing haired girl. "Nobody here wants a snooze lesson in semantics or demonology." "Plus I'm ready to go home and get ready for tomorrow, so can we speed this up."
Blossom raised her head and smiled at the dark flowing haired girl. "Fine, since he not given us any information you can finished him off Buttercup. "She gesture with a wave of her hand toward his direction while stepping back.
Anxiety started too pumped through his veins as Buttercup step back into his line of sight. She smiled but there was something fierce about the gesture. Buttercup raised her hand, and he saw dim light spark off the blade she was holding. Oddly translucent, the handle was painted green while design on it was cherry blossoms. But the blade clear crystal, sharp as shard of glass, the hilt set with emerald stones.
"Wait… I could give you information," he said. "I know where HIM's is."
Buttercup glanced back at blossom, which shrugged and replied. "HIM's in the ground," Blossom said. "The thing's just toying with us."
Bubble tossed her braided pigtail. "I say just kill it, Buttercup," she said. "It's not going to tell us anything else."
The char-coaled bound boy gasped. "Wait, I'm telling the truth HIM is back!" he protested, dragging at the bounds that held his hands behind his back. "I can tell where he is-"
Anger flared suddenly in buttercup eyes turn them into dark green shade. "I swear the holy name of God, every time we capture one of you bastards, you claim you know where HIM is. Well, we know where he is too. He's in hell. And you my friend-"buttercup turned the blade in her grasp, the edge sparking like a line of green fire. "You can join him there-"she never got to finish her sentence. At that moment the char-coaled eyed boy, with a high, howling cry, tore free of the restraints binding him to the pillar, and flung his self on buttercup.
They fell to the ground and rolled together, the char-coaled eyed boy tearing at buttercup with hands that one would mistake glittered as if tipped with mental. Blood gleamed at the tips of his razor sharp claws.
Blossom and Bubble were running toward them, Bubble brandishing the whip in her hand. The char-coaled eyed boy slashed at buttercup with claws extended. Butter threw an arm up to protect herself, and the claws raked it, splattering blood. The char-coaled eyed boy lunged again but bubble's lariat whip came down across his back. He shrieked and flung to the side.
There was a gleaming bow and arrow in blossom hand. She fires the arrow into the demon chest aiming for his heart. Blackish liquid exploded around the arrow. But to their surprise he staggered to his feet and tried to lunge for buttercup again. But it was too late for him as she sank the blade into his chest. More blackish liquid spilled onto the floor and her hands. The boy arched off the floor, gurgling and twisting. With a grimace and pissed buttercup stood up. Her green cotton shirt was wet from the demon blood and hers. She looked down at the twitching form at her feet, and yanked out the blade. The hilt was slick with black fluid.
The char-coaled eyed boy's flickered open. His eyes, fixed on all three of the girls, seemed to burn. Between the bloods gurgling from his teeth, he hissed, "Ugh, be ignorant and foolish." Hell will descendant once again and will take you all."
Buttercup seemed to snarl back, while Bubble looked perplex. But it was blossom who watches the boy's eyes rolled back. And his body began to jerk and twitch as he crumpled and turn into dust vanished entirely. 'Hell will descendant once again… what does that mean?', she was in deep concrete that she didn't realize her sister's was chatting among each other and walking back inside the club to head home.
"Ugh, I'm glad that over I need a nice hot shower." buttercup said bitter with scowl on her face.
"Yes I agree with you on that one. You smelled horrible but that nothing new for someone captain of the volley ball and soccer team's." Bubble replied. Laughter at her sister discomfort and bitter attitude that switch onto to her now.
"Uh, shut it bubble's nobody asked you." she turned around to noticed that their oldest sister and fearless leader haven't moved from her spot in front of the vanish demon who ashes remain. "Yo, Blossom come on and let go." She yelled.
Snapping out her thoughts, she looked behind her at her concerned blonde haired sister and irritated raven haired sister and glance once more at the remain ashes before running over to them.
"I apologize for that girls let's head home." She said, as they head inside the club. 'Perhaps the Professor will know what that demon was rambled on about the return of HIM and descendant of Hell once again', she thought.