Disclaimer: Belongs to the late Yoshida-sensei. God bless his soul and give a great place in heaven for creating Trinity Blood.
Summary: Everyone falls at some point in time. Even Cain. He just never expected to cross the line into the abyss and sapphire flames. And Radu to be his reaper.
A/N: It's a bit weird. It's been popping in and out of my mind for a long time now, and I was never able to grasp it long enough to actually. Most of it will be in Cain's Point of View or Radu's. And I've taken quite a few liberties with their character sketches. The title is Latin and Translates into 'Beyond the Dark'.
Prologue.
Realist or Philosopher?
Scientist or Preacher?
Good or Evil, Human or Not.
I know not who I am.
I'm ripping off my hair,
Gouging out my eyes,
Chasing a long forgotten memory,
Tucked away in the abyss.
Leering me seductively on.
I still know not who I am.
Beyond the darkness,
Gripped by its icy fingers,
Steering me towards Sapphire Flames,
My fate awaits me.
I'm screaming through, a throat filled with dust,
Not for redemption, nor a second chance.
I know not who I am.
Please if you know could you tell me?
Could you take pity on my wretched soul?
And tell me who I am?
Cain's P.O.V
Terrans and Methuselah. I've never quite ever understood them. They howl, and fight useless wars in the name of survival, and superiority. They praise themselves, and damn the other.
It's ironic really, considering Methuselah are human descendants in a way of sorts. Descendants that prey of their ancestors… And ancestors who seek to kill their own descendants.
And they call me the damned one.
I find it quite amusing…
Rather I used to find it quite amusing.
Well I still do. But my perceptions have changed a tad bit since then thanks to him. He came along one day waltzing into my Orden with his arrogance and smoking habits rival to Isaak, and those hidden ideals and talents, and changed my way of thinking.
It's funny really how he of all people could influence my thought processes to change. I'd expect the Marionettenspieler or perhaps Isaak to be the ones with those credentials. Not him!
And the fact that it is him annoys me to no end and pleases me as well. I'm a walking contradiction to myself.
There used to be a time when I used to be amused with the Methuselah-Terran squabbles that took place. It was a source of entertainment to pass the time when boredom was ever so prevalent, while Isaak was out recruiting for the Orden or raising Dietrich. (The brat was a handful to baby-sit) It still is a good way to pass the time when nothing is really happening. I never really considered – still don't consider – those tiny useless squabbles they call wars anything more. I am not a Methuselah neither am I a Terran, so matters of incompatibility between the two don't find themselves worth my attention. I am eventually going to destroy this world and everything in it one day after all.
The reason? Simple. I am a superior entity, and this world annoys me.
Besides this was Abel's idea. And I'm always eager to please my twin, and look out for him. We were one entity originally to begin with. Pity he doesn't understand my line of thinking.
If he did it would be the two of us running the Orden and not me alone. Then I wouldn't be so lonely… And bored.
The door to the room creaks open and I see him enter. Standing tall and proud, angular features set into that world weary look he always seems to carry framed by his unusual blue hair, empire-bred mannerisms prevalent, (Dear Seth is doing better job with each of them. They get better and more talented by the recruit) smoking his cigarette as usual. The Flammenskewert really is a fine specimen to behold even in the tired state he's currently in.
Originally I was hardly bothered when he entered the Orden. To me he was like any other new recruit, inferior, another play-toy for the higher-ups in this organisation, a pawn to be used for a certain mission, and then a rag-doll to be discarded. Which is why I didn't bother much when I heard the brat gush over him. The Marionettenspieler always loves candidates with the potential to become one of his masterpieces.
But when Isaak started talking about him – really talking. He has this annoying habit of gossiping like a Terran female at times – I began to take a minuscule bit of interest. It was rather hard for anyone to catch Isaak's attention. Well anyone other than the brat. But then again the brat is his little 'Di' But getting back to Radu, the fact that he caught Isaak's attention – long enough to distract him from Dietrich and me – was reason enough for me to want to see who this man was.
Imagine my surprise on finding out that the new recruit was nothing more than a lower aristocratic proud 'Empire' boy younger than the brat. Well he had a light Isaak-like charm to him. I'll give him that.
And really back then I never thought that in the future I'd be here, in his room, in a bathrobe, pondering on the most inane topics while awaiting his return, as I've made a habit of doing every time he went on a mission. All this for a conversation that will mostly be nothing more than a few grunts from his side while I ask questions about his missions with genuine curiosity (He doesn't believe that Isaak runs the Orden for me and hence other than the whereabouts and actions of my twin I know nothing) and tell him about how bored I've been in the past few days. If he's feeling particularly eloquent we may have a verbal spar.
And if he isn't really tired then we could shift to my room as we've been prone to do off late.
I vaguely wonder if a pre-Armageddon Asian housewife shared the same feelings, when it came to her husband.
When he settles down by his desk flatly ignoring me – which he does a lot, I've already started debating how I should kill him instead of actually doing it. I don't know why he doesn't do the same thing to Isaak and the brat, but treats me this way. I run the Orden. Well more like I have Isaak run the Orden for me, but I still run the Orden. And I don't know why I haven't killed him yet.
"It's rare for you to stay quiet this long Mein Herr." His tired rasp interrupts my musing. "Generally by now I should've been fired with all sorts of questions."
"And here I thought that you were ignoring me." I find myself replying.
"I've learnt it's less taxing on the mind to acknowledge you." He's saying in his usual dismissive way as – I'm assuming – he files a report.
It isn't long before the conversation is taking its usual turn with me asking questions and him grunting in reply. I swear he may be related to Isaak considering they both share the same way of working. Isaak was the one who introduced this time wasting concept of filing a report about each and every mission. And the Flammenskewert is probably the only person in the Orden who willingly bothers doing it properly. It's so annoying having to bother over these trivial mortal things. I've said so, many times. With the response I've received from Isaak about it I may as well a nominal head for the Orden. And I'm the supposed 'Mein Herr'
"Yeah you're all of that." Radu states in a bored tone as he gets up from the chair and makes his way to his bed as an answer to my complaint. "But really Mein Herr who are you?" he says before drifting off.
And just like that this Methuselah has stumped me once again.
A/N: Yeah, yeah it's weird. Hopefully it will make more sense as the fic progresses.
Any who it's really late and I need sleep so Ciao. Leave a note.