Yo! Since I'm kind of in a rut with my other fanfic, I've decided to start off a new one that I'll update whenever I'm having trouble with the other one and hopefully, I'll get inspired enough to complete both. Although starting having two active fanfics at a time, not exactly my best idea.
Any support/advice for me would be appreciated;]
In Heaven
"Lord Michael!" The Seraph and current regent of heaven looked up from his work to see an angel gliding towards him hurriedly. In his hand he held a scroll.
"We've just received an urgent message from the fallen angels," He said, handing the scroll over to Michael, who opened it. "It's directly from Azazel."
Michael read over the content of the scroll, before putting it in his lap and frowning. "Bring Gabriel to me. I have a job for her to do."
FLASH [Back]
Thunder followed, as two silhouettes stumbled out of the woods into a clearing. The taller one knelt down until she was facing him. Her son. "Tristan, listen to me carefully." She glanced over her shoulder, eyes darting from shadow to shadow, before turning back. "You need to run. Run and don't look back, no matter what you hear.
He opened his mouth to protest but was cut off. "Head to the church, and show them this." She said, placing a dagger in his hand, before reaching down and unsheathing a sword just as a large shape burst into the clearing.
"Go Tristan!" She shouted. He took off running, pausing at the edge of the woods to stare at the back of his mother, before continuing to run.
He had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that his mother had woken him up in the middle of the night and brought him out of the house.
He had no idea why his dad wasn't there with them. He had no idea what he was running from. He only had one place to go.
Suddenly, he was swept off his feet by a shadow. When he landed on his butt, a twisted face was thrust in front of him. He let off a blood curdling scream as he stared at its face.
He could see the church light up in the distance. It chuckled at his scream, before throwing its head back and letting out a laugh.
It looked down on the child in front of him, before thinking out loud. "I wondeeerrr," It hissed. "Will the child tassste as good as hissss parentsss?" It paused, before letting a huge smile encompass its face. "Maybe hissss Innocence will flavour him."
Tristan was in shock. His parents were dead. Killed by the thing in front of him. His hand curled around the hilt of the dagger behind him. He would kill it. He would avenge them.
The thing lunged forward. Tristan threw himself to the side as its head landed where we previously was. Not wasting any time, he darted forward, plunging the dagger into the thing's eye.
"ARRGHH!" The thing reared back as if it had acid thrown in its face. Its eye started to bubble as it turned its remaining eye on the boy in front of it.
It tried to rip out the blade, only to have its hand burnt by the blade. It snarled, deciding to kill the boy before retreating to deal with the blade.
As it lunged forward, Tristan resolved himself to keep his eyes open and watch the strike that would take his life. Just before it hit him, a blur leapt in front of him.
The boy watched as the person in front of him, pushed the thing back, and decapitated it.
Its head flew off its shoulders, leaving a stump where its neck was, which started spewing out a black liquid. The fight was over in a mere five seconds.
Tristan fell backwards to lean on a nearby tree, his vision fading to darkness, his saviour approaching him hurriedly.
12 years later
In the inner sanctum of that same church, Tristan was seated down with his eyes closed, with Joyeuse, his holy sword resting on the floor beside him. Waiting. He had received a vision in his sleep from heaven, requiring him for a mission.
He felt a hand land on his shoulder. He opened his eyes and looked up to meet green eyes. "Good morning Tristan," Tristan calmly nodded at Gabriel's greeting to him.
"I was requested here for something?" He inquired. "Ah yes." Gabriel landed in front of him, taking a seat. After a few moments, she had fully explained the mission to Tristan.
Tristan was looking forward to being sent out on another mission, but nothing could prepare him for this one. He let out a breath he had not realised he was holding. 'What the actual fuck' He thought to himself.
"So let me get this straight." He held his hands together in front of his face, with the pointer fingers resting on his lips. "You want me, to head over to town in Japan called Kuoh, attend a high school, spy on and, if necessary, intervene with the fallen angels there, all while I'm in the territory," He paused, taking in a breath. "Of not one, but two of the Great Satans' sisters."
Seeing Gabriel's nod, he blurted out. "Are we trying to start another war?" Gabriel frowned, but before she could say anything, Tristan rambled on. "And I have to find out information of a terrorist group that wishes for another war, all based on what we heaven received from Azazel?" Tristan ranted on, while Gabriel patiently waited for him to finish.
Taking a deep breath, Tristan calmed himself. He would rather much have Dulio go instead of himself, but he had no right to question orders.
"When do I leave?" He sullenly asked Gabriel. "Immediately. Your housing and basic necessities have all been provided for." He nodded. "I'm assuming I have to keep under the radar while still performing my exorcist duties over there?" He asked. Gabriel nodded at this.
Tristan stood up, picking up his sword from the floor, bowing slightly to Gabriel. "Does Griselda know about my mission? Both of them?" He asked. "Do not worry she will be informed of them both." Gabriel said as she prepared to leave. Just before leaving, she called out to Tristan.
"Tristan." He turned around to look up at Gabriel, who was about to leave. "Underneath the bed in the house in Japan, there is a compartment that can only be unlocked by your magic. Inside it," She paused here, contemplating whether to tell him now or let him find out later. "It contains something your Parents wanted you to have."
Tristan nodded, before leaving the sanctum. He left and headed to his room, throwing a few things into a backpack that he would need for the mission. He buckled on the dagger his mother had given him as a child, Phillips crest shown proudly.
Tristan picked up the bag, giving one last look at the room, before walking out.
Outside the church, a car was waiting to take him to the airport, where he would catch an 11 hour flight to Japan. He sighed to himself, before entering the car.
After a short one hour drive, Tristan got out of the car and grabbed his bag, aiming to clear all the stops and checks as fast as he could. He had put on a jacket that covered the holy sword, and had put multiple enchantments on both sword and dagger to ensure it would remain undetected.
Checking in and getting his ticket, he had to wait for another hour before he could board the plane.
As he got to his seat, he stowed his passport in his pocket, lying back in the chair as he stifled a yawn. 'At least I already know Japanese' Tristan consoled himself, before slipping off into sleep.
In Kuoh High school, Student council room
Sona Sitri had just finished all the paperwork she had. She stood up from the desk, stretching her arms and looking over the room. There was only one other person in the room. Tsubaki Shinra, her queen. She had refused to leave, opting to stay behind and wait for her King after Sona had sent them all home after finishing their work.
Sona smiled at her loyalty, before her gaze fell on an untouched folder on her desk. 'That's strange. I don't remember seeing that there' she thought to herself, picking up the folder and opening it.
Inside the folder, was a fully filled out form for a transfer student, complete with a photo in the top right hand corner. The photo was of an average looking boy with mostly dark brown hair, a white streak running through it, with startling green eyes.
She flipped the paper to find an entire bio of the boy.
Name: Tristan Phillips
Age: 17
Birth place: Liverpool, United Kingdom
Previous education: Was home schooled for most of his life.
Test results:
English: 95/100
Mathematics: 85/100
Social Studies: 85/100
Science: 98/100
Japanese: 68/100
Note: Tristan has taken part in many previous competitions, both international and in the United Kingdom, and he has been ranked in the number 99th percentile for sciences in the world.
Sona took this all in a split second, and already she was stunned by what she read. A gasp came from over her shoulder, Tsubaki having seen her king stunned into silence, had come and read it for herself.
Sona quickly looked to the bottom of the page, to see the principal's seal of approval, her signature and the date Tristan would be arriving in Japan. 'Two days' she thought. She would have to make sure everything was in place for his arrival in two days.
She put the folder safely into the top drawer of the desk, reminding herself to tell her peerage tomorrow.
~1 day later
As the plane touched down on the runway, Tristan lazily opened one eye. He sat up yawning, felling his pockets to make sure he didn't lose anything.
When the plane stopped at the apron, he jumped up, pulling his bag up to his shoulder, before heading off into the terminal.
He tried to clear customs and immigrations as fast as he could, so he could have time to scope out the town and school.
The immigration officer scrutinised my passport, often looking between it and Tristan's face. "Eyes… different" He said in halting English.
Tristan sighed, pointing to his eyes, before saying in perfect Japanese. "I wear contact lenses. I can remove one if you want," I offered.
He shook his head, indicating it wouldn't be needed, before he went over to look at Tristan's Visa, no doubt trying to find some fault with it.
After what felt like an eternity to him, the guard finally allowed Tristan through. 'Fucking finally' he rejoiced in his head, before he headed out the doors to the arrival hall.
He looked around, trying to find the church agent that was no doubt waiting for him, before he saw a person in a suit holding a sign that said 'Phillips' in bold.
Smiling, He moved to greet the man, who only nodded at Tristan, before leading him to a car parked outside. As he entered the backseat, the driver told him the trip would take about an hour.
Tristan made no other sound but a groan to acknowledge this, as the man started driving. He leaned back in his seat, staring out the window at the cityscape.
'If only you were here mom, dad' He thought 'If you could see me now'. He sighed, before reaching into his backpack, pulling out a journal that Griselda had gotten him as a present.
Sighing at the memory of home, he began scribbling about the things that had happened so far, from his mission assignment from Gabriel, to how much of a pain Immigrations were. He stopped off there, resolving to finish after he had explored his new home.
One long car ride later, Tristan was outside a two story house down a side street. He had already asked the driver which direction the academy was, discovering it was only a five minute walk up a hill from his place.
Tristan pushed open the door to the house, senses on high alert for anything that might try and attack him. When he felt no such intent, he stepped into the house, still cautious.
Once he was sure that there was nobody else in the house, he closed the door behind him, before taking a look at the first floor.
First, he went into the kitchen, opening the fridge to see it fully stocked. There was a note on the counter, which read 'The fridge will restock itself at the end of the week automatically'. He laughed at this. 'Cause what else can't magic do' He thought gleefully.
He checked the watch he had on, to find it was almost 5pm. He frowned to himself. 'If I want a chance to actually explore, I should go now' He thought.
Leaving his bag inside the house, he closed the front door, making sure to reinforce it with protective enchantments, before walking out.
He decided to go and see the school first, so he walked in the direction pointed out by the driver and true enough, it was only a five minute walk to the school.
Standing outside of the school gates, he glanced inside to see many students with bags over their shoulders walking out, probably to head home.
Tristan could barely feel it before, but now that he was here, he felt the entirety of the demonic presence wash over him. 'Definitely have at least two High class devils in here' He thought. He looked down onto the town, until something caught his interest. 'A church… if there actually are fallen angels here, they'll go there' He reasoned.
He nodded to himself, ignoring the whispers and glares coming from the students who were headed home, before he started to make his way around the town in earnest, before returning back to the house by 7pm.
He cooked himself dinner, enjoying what quiet time he had before his work started as he browsed the internet for any strange occurrences in the town.
Finding almost nothing, he shrugged, turning off the laptop, storing it under the table, before heading upstairs to shower.
As he entered the bedroom, he tossed his bag down in a corner by the door, before checking the closets. Finding only his uniforms for both his exorcist duties and school, he closed the door, yawning stiffly.
He was about to collapse on the bed before remembering what Gabriel had said. He sent out a pulse of his magic.
This resulted in the bottom of the bed to slide out, revealing a box that had the Phillips crest on it. The box opened outwards, revealing a wrapped up sword inside, with a note attached.
Taking the note, he recognised some of his father's writing.
Tristan,
If you are reading this, then we are long gone.
We understand how much pain and sorrow you must have gone through to get to this point, and we are proud of you son.
This sword was an heirloom to our family. Its name is Curtana, and it's been passed through our family for generations.
It pains us both to not be there to hand this to you personally, but know this:
We are proud of you son.
Maria & Jack Phillips.
A stray tear fell onto the paper, before Tristan folded up the note, placing it in the box, taking out the sword with its sheath.
He tilted the sheath to the side, reading the inscription out loud. "My name is Cortana, of the same steel and temper as Joyeuse and Durandal" He murmured, sliding the sword into the sheath, and laying it on the bedside table, beside his journal.
'Well then' He thought clapping his hands together. 'Gotta record this in the Journal'
Alright that's it. Most of the things happening in this chapter are to establish the foundations for what I plan to do for the rest of the story. Some of you may be able to pick out what I'm doing, like how everything in this chapter has some degree of importance, but meh.
Update[s] will depend solely on my confidence level of how to continue.
To sum up, Tristan Phillips was from a famous exorcist family. The church gave him the holy sword Joyeuse, famous for being Charlemagne's personal sword, and the family sword is Curtana/Cortana (depending on where you look), which was wielded by his namesake Tristan. He's also one of the best exorcists, surpassing Griselda's level, and is on par with Dulio. Did I also mention he knows God is dead?