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A/N: Second origins of Ice Angel. What are the Elementos? This is about their origins.
Prologue
Blood.
It was everywhere in splatters, splotches, and puddles. God, why did humans have to bleed so damn much! It didn't matter that he was now a soulless, immortal monster. He had begun as a human and in her mind that allowed him to continue to be a human. All those years alive did not change that.
It was a curse that they both shared, their humanity, no matter how much she wanted to deny it.
His bent knees were drenched, blood staining the steel gate he hung from like rust. The smell, it was filled with death and despair, that her intoned senses picked up fiercely like a curse. In that position, she couldn't touch him, couldn't make sure. The cross symbol was, after all, associated with the Heavenly realm, a place where a demon like her could not trespass.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she asked no one, for she doubted that he could hear her at this point. "Are you… fucking… kidding me? Are you… really… dead? Is this how you're going to let them get you? Like a fucking pussy that can't let go of his past?!"
She began to laugh, giggles at first, until they became hysterical laughter. Tears poured down her face, burning her skin as the laughter turned into wrenching sobs.
"Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, god fucking DAMN!" she cursed, her fist smacking against her forehead in an abusive manner. "…fucking happens all the time. I'm always fucking late!"
She dropped to her knees before him, her chest heaving as she tried to contain her howls. To lift her head to the sky, the moon, and cry out, in both screams and energy, to allow her enemies to find her, it was all too damn tempting.
The need for revenge burned in her chest with a cool fire, a resentment of the Daimons who did this. She wanted to bury her fangs into their flesh, while she used her tails to demonstrate exactly how it was to be a demon.
Ao no Kaji, or simply Blue, wanted to give him a firsthand glimpse of the Hell Fire; this Desiderius will know exactly what it was like to be in the blackest, coldest, deepest part of Sheol, the last level of Hell where Lucifer himself resided.
It was strange. Never had she wanted to defy Moni's will like this. She was nothing but obedient to the great wolf, but right now it was hard to see reason. Not even Tekken could swayed her now, could get her to change her mind. She was too far gone.
Blue had failed again to save her precious person, that one human whom could sway a demon, who interested them beyond a simple meal. To an Elementos, that person was special, for it was them who can save them.
But she failed, like before. Fucking déjà-vu.
"…Blue?"
She gasped, looking up at that battered face. Kyrian the Dark Hunter gave a mocking grin to the person he thought was like him. He called her a Were-Hunter because of her second, true form, a feral dog.
"Are you… really… crying?"
His words were labored with each breath he took, blood seeping past his lips. It was a horrifying sight, one that would guarantee to make Amanda cry, but to Blue, she couldn't be happier. The despair receded at the sight of life within those black eyes.
"You're alive," she whispered. "You bastard…! You're alive!"
"Yeah… I am. For now…" Kyrian hissed as a wave of pain washed over him. "I don't…know how much… I have left. Sorry, Blue… for raising… your hopes up."
"What are you talking about?" she asked quietly, standing to reach up to the nail that impaled the palm through his right hand. It burst with electricity, the image rejecting the evil inside her as she touched it.
"Did you think that I will just let you die? Not like this." It stung, the energy ripping her flesh as she pulled, holding up his arm with her shoulder and working gently as she could.
"I've been given a second chance the moment I met you, Kyrian. Even if you're stuck on a holy image, where I cannot touch you, I will not allow you to die like this. Even if it breaks my hands, I'll save you. For you are mine, Kyrian, my precious human.
"If anyone's going to kill you, then it'll be me."