THE DEVIL'S THRALL

Pairing: Fllay/Kira (pre discovery); Athrun/Lacus; Cagalli/Kira (Pre discovery); Athrun/Cagalli; Kira/Lacus

Summary: AU 300A.D. The story of a young girl who made a deal with the devil. The story of Fllay Allster, a young girl who had to pick up her life after she lost everything, and had to find a new reason to live and love.

Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Seed or Destiny. Didn't really watch all of the show either. Hated the plot, but loved the characters, so I am making an AU so I can keep the characters, without the plot.

Author's Notes: Fllay/Kira and Cagalli/Kira were all before they found out that Kira was Cagalli's twin. So it's not really incest…

Dedication: Dedicated to Termony, cause reading her story made me want to write a Gundam Seed story… I actually don't know if she knows that I wrote this… but whatever.

Teri-chan…you don't have to read this story if you find it is boring.

Note: THIS CHAPTER IS MORE OF AN INTRO…YOU DON'T REALY HAVE TO READ IT.


PROLOGUE: The devil's song


The truth about life is a mystery that no one can solve. Fate, too, is the inevitable destiny that many of us deny but can never escape. The best things in these situations are to just accept it. There is nothing you can do. Nothing you can do, unless you are willing to sell your soul to the devil. This is the story of a girl that was desperate enough to do just this.

Our story takes place in a time long forgotten, even by the earliest historical books. In a place that has been eroded from the memories of mankind, forgotten. Someplace that seems like a myth, something that seems to have not really existed. Yet in reality, this place did exist, it is just that no one found it important enough to record. No one found it worth the time. This place is known as: Ragonal.

The only one that remembers this place is me. I am the devil that made the deal with this young girl. Her story is a tragic and horrifying tale. A tale that some of the gods deem immoral to the extreme, deemed inappropriate to be retold, but I will tell you anyways. Why? Because I think that everyone has the right to be exist. If only in the distant memory of someone else.

It is a promise that I made to myself a long time ago that I would never forget any of the people that had sold their souls to me. I remember all of them. Some sold their souls to earn a living; some to protect their loved ones; some to earn recognition. But her soul was the only one that I took in exchange for power to get revenge. On contrary to popular belief, we devils do not often answer the calls made by those that want to exchange their souls for revenge. We tend to find that these exchange meaningless. There is nothing to be gain. We do not get recognition for only causing deaths, because deaths do not make a big mark of the course of humanity. It is cruel like this.

Deaths are like a faint trickle of water for humans. They just ignore the destruction and move on. Thus none of us make deals for revenge. We devils are very vain, we do not like wasting time for things that would not make some kind of contribution to our name.

But this one girl, this one girl was different. Her name was Fllay Allster, and she wished she could gain power to get revenge for her father. She did not leave a mark on humanity, but she left a mark on my heart. And this is her story.

The village was a poor one. There weren't that many people here. Around 40 at the most, but they were all close to each other, and were almost like family. Fllay was proud to live in a village like this. This was the place that she was born in, the place she was raised in, and the place where she hoped to one day raise her own children. This was the tiny town of Ragonal, where our story would be played out. I could just go straight to the part where she and I made our deal, but I feel that if I told my story that way, you would for sure think she was the antagonist in this epic. No. I believe I will begin from the top, so you would understand better.

The year was 300 AD. Yes, that would seem like a long time ago for you mortals, but us it is but a blink of an eye. This town was one of the few that were spared the most recent trudges of war, but by the slimmest of chances. They too would have been taken had it not been for the sudden disease that had plagued the general of the leading army. But like I said before, fate is inevitable. And soon something else would lead to the annihilation of their town. Fllays treasured town, her home. Her world.

But like I said, I will not start the story on a sad note, because there is enough tragedy later on. I will instead show you a glimpse of her life before every thing else. Before her innocence was tainted. Before her hopes were shattered. Before she became the hated demon that people spat at, and blamed.

I will show you the childhood of a little girl that thought her father was the worlds' strongest man, that thought that god would protect all those that were virtues and good. The first memory I will share with you occurs 5 years before the war, when this girl was 10.


Young Fllay hung onto her father's hand as they walked through the crowded streets of Hanome's market place. This village had the closest market place to their village, which was too small for merchants to consider going to. Fllay loved coming here with her father. There was always something happening here, always something to do.

Turning her head to the right young Fllay saw a fruit stand that caught her eye. There were so many things there! Apples; orange; pears! And other things that Fllay had never seen before. She wanted to go there.

Tugging relentlessly at her father's sleeve with her free hand, she whispered into her father's when he had bowed his head, and was level with her. "Papa, I want some mini-vegetables!"

Her father chuckled. It had been a joke between the two of them. Fllay did not like to eat vegetables when she was young, so her father had bought her sweet apples to make sure she had eaten some kind of fruit or vegetable. And since that was the only kind of vegetable that she would go anywhere near, George Allster had called them mini-vegetables. Even after Fllay had started to eat vegetables, the nickname had stayed. Only now it was only used when the two of them were alone.

Fllay picked up a melon that was as big as her head. "Papa I want this one."

George nodded his head, toward the merchant her asked. "How much miss?"

The merchant replied with a bored voice. "3 shillings."

George pulled his make shift purse from the pocket in his jacket. Inside was a measly 6 shillings. That was their weeks' allowance. He sighed, but handed over the money. 'Guess I won't be buy that pork leg that I wanted.' But there was no resentment. This was for his princess. His little girl that he had raised single handed after the girl's mother ran off with another man. His little girl, who had never complained, when she had to help around the house instead of going outside.

He might only be a Thatcher, but he would make sure that his little girl got the treatment that would be fitting for a princess.

He felt a soft hand reach out for him. He turned his attention back to his daughter. "What is it sweetheart?"

"Papa, have half of the melon." She handed over a half to him.

"Thank you, pumpkin."

Soft giggles answered his nickname. "Papa is so funny, I am not a pumpkin!"

Taking the half of melon in his hands, George noticed that he had gotten the bigger share. "Sweetheart, are you sure that you don't want this slice instead?"

Fllay shook her head. "Papa works harder than I do, so Papa should get the bigger half."

George smiled a smile that lit up his whole face. This was why he worked so hard; this was the pride and joy of his life. And he would try to protect her from the world as long as he could. Taking a bit out of his share, the father and daughter continued to wonder through the streets.


Now you might wonder why I showed you that particular scene out of her life. You might think that I am trying to convince you that she is perfect.

No. That isn't my purpose at all. No. I am just trying to show you that everyone starts out innocent. I am trying to show you how things were before. I am trying to show you why someone would commit such crimes as the ones this young lady would later on commit.

I am, more than anything, trying to show you that there are always two sides to a coin. Everyone can be evil and good. I am trying to even the plains out, so you can hear both sides.

I am trying to give you an image of how things were like before everything that lead to our deal, our contract. I am trying to paint a picture of how life was like before the discover of Kira, the lost prince; the interference of Cagalli, the rebellious princess; the invasion lead by, Athrun the perfect general; and the meddling of Lacus, the kind-hearted yet foolish princess.

Life is an every changing thing. Nothing stands still, but that doesn't mean that we can look back at our past. I would love to tell you the story of this fallen angel. My fallen angel. And what lead her to the choice she made. I hope you will lend me your ears. Please bear with me. This is a long story, because it is not a simple story. The witch isn't the bad guy, god doesn't help, and Cinderella never found her godmother.

There only the devil and his deal. His song. His thrall.


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