A/N: Hey guys. I'm back yet again with another urge to write. It's that time of year just like 2 years ago when I started my last 2 fics.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own CC or the legend from which this is based off from. I merely own the merge and the many changes I made to fit these together for your oh-so-greedy fan eyes.

Warning: May contain some vulgar language, partial nudity (nothing bad), and characters are expected to be at least somewhat ooc to fit the storyline.

Chapter 1: Legend of Rosette Christopher

It was a murky day, the sky filled to the brim with grey clouds. An air of blood lust wafted by, carried by wind full of tension. Two dozens of devils stood upright in two orderly fashioned lines facing each other, each one holding his own respectable weapon. A raised platform and wooden deck lay at the end of the single filed lines. Dark as a shadow, although clothed in contradictory colors, a higher devil sat on an immense throne made of gold. A young blonde girl stood facing him at the opposite end of the lines, her hands tied from behind by thick, bonding ropes. Her face was calm, composed, and almost seemingly defeated, if not defiant at the same time. The tall, white-haired devil parted his lips to speak.

"Rosette Christopher, will you really decline my offer?" he asked. "I have so much I could give you if you should link hands with me and even follow me-..."

The girl shook her head.

His eyes hardened and he glared at her.

"There is nothing you can give me that I will ever consider viable."

Aion sighed, regaining his composure. Pain and disappointment suffused across his eyes for an invisible moment before he got off the throne chair, his face darkening.

"Then so be it. If I can't have you, then no one will!" he breathed. "Kill her!"

And so began the slow, agonizing trek to the platform from which a tall overhanging stood…and the looped rope swayed.

Somewhere not far away, another devil waited. His long bone-like braid swayed in the ever-so-slight breeze. Suddenly, dozens of humans surrounded him, guns at the ready. The majority of them were quite young, some hardly even adults. They wore similar blue uniforms with matching emblems on their arms. The devil's violet bangs flew out of his face, revealing deep, blood red eyes.

"Is everyone prepared?" he asked.

"Yes, sir!"

"Rosette, please wait a little longer for me," he whispered. "I'll rescue you soon."

And in unison, the militia rushed ahead of him as he briskly walked towards the gates of the enormous courtyard. They climbed the walls expertly, and as they landed on the other side smoothly, each person locked their artillery into its proper place and fired off a volley of shots. Devil after devil poured out into the yard and was shot down as each human landed his or her target. The group that surrounded the violet-haired devil rushed to knock down the gates in time so that his steps never missed a beat. He walked through the fray, his path clear and unimpeded, nearing towards the main gates. He kicked open the gates as he closed in on it, and then stopped. His eyes widened in surprise. He looked around for any sign of life. The courtyard was empty.

"Hey, hey, hey!" snapped a rough, female voice. "Can't you do any better than that huh?"

The devil looked to where the voice was coming from.

"R-Rosette…?" he sputtered.

Rosette was circling Aion and his high council, who were all kneeling and raising their hands meekly in an arrested mode. She stopped in front of Aion, who was just kneeling there.

"Hey, aren't you going to raise yours too? Hm?!"

She flogged him over the head with the hilt of her gun. He shakily raised his hands higher.

"Y-Yes, ma'am…," he replied

Contentedly, she turned around to face the other devil. She smiled warmly at his presence.

"Chrono, my dear husband. Did you come just now?"

End Chapter 1

A/N: Well I hope you guys enjoyed it. If this seems familiar, I hope you liked that too.