Clare: From Angel to Demon

by Aurora Shadowglen

From an innocent village girl to the captive of a Yoma, this is the tale of Clare before she meet Teresa and became a Claymore. A/N Rating is precautionary due to the nature of this story and is subject to change at any time.

1. Prologue

And here I thought I was done with Clare... Ah, well.

Hello everyone! After my little poems with Clare, a review by Ann E. Casap inspired me to write more on Clare's backstory (Yes, Ann, you inspired me again). Anyway, right now this story will continue after I finish my current Zelda fanfiction.

So, without further ado, I present my prologue and first chapter of the story entitled, Clare: From Angel to Demon

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Prologue

Fate and Destiny are such poor and cruel decision makers.

I will deny and swear upon Teresa's grave that I never once thought during my innocent childhood years that I would become a demon. Never once did I ever strive to do harm to anyone, even the ones that tried to bully me once in a blue moon. I was as everyone in my village used to think of me, an innocent girl rightly named after one of the twin goddesses of purity. The angel, Clare.

Now I have become defiled. I have abandoned my 'glorious' wings and taken on the form of a half-demon. I am an object of terror and fear. A fallen angel. A half-Yoma. A Claymore.

Such a cruel fate for a young girl who strove to be innocent and pure, yet there was a reason I ultimately followed this path. I will avenge the death of my 'twin sister' Teresa, an angel even though all thought she was a monster. I will kill the true demon, that one who cowardly killed the only family I ever had after my true family died. I will kill Priscilla, the one-horned demon.

But as I sit here now, gazing into the campfire built by my comrades to keep away the lingering chill of the frozen north, my mind drifts back to times when I was not on the path of vengeance. Back to when I was Clare, the daughter of one of the village blacksmiths. For three years this tale has festered within my soul and I feel soon that I may not have the chance to tell it once I return to the world away from this small campfire.

So friend, come into the light of the campfire, and I will share my tale. I do this not only to free my soul of any lingering memories of my past, but to prepare myself for my eventual victory over the demon, both outside and in me.

This is the tale of a girl, named after an angel, who became a demon, thirsting for revenge.