Hey, it's whovianfangirl here with a Soul Eater fic. (Even if it's an AU) Yay! :3 I'm super excited about this one, so here we go. Death the KidXCrona pairing, one sided femXfem but will make sense later on, k? ;p
This fic was inspired by a song, Himitsu-Kuro No Chikai, Or Alluring Secret, Black Vow or whatever. Every time I hear it I want to cry. But it has given me this idea, and for those who know or wil know the song/video, don't worry. I'll try not follow it exactly, but if you want me to I will. I'll ask for a vote later on.
This isn't my first Soul Eater fic, it just happens to be the first one published. I own nothing, really, but myself and this computer. So here we go.
Chapter One- Tainted With Sin
She flew with such grace and dignity displayed proudly on the outside, avoiding looking in the judging eyes boring into her from every direction. Let them look. Let them judge. Soon it wouldn't matter anyway.
On the inside, the angel was shaking with fear. Her heart was pounding painfully in her chest, and she tried her best to calm it.
She was flying slowly, trying to drag out the short trip from her quarters to the Court of Death. It was rare an angel was summoned to the dreaded court, for it was the court of punishment.
And she knew damn well what her sin was.
The angels emotionless golden eyes finally looked up, and there she was. The door to the Court of Death. It was a plain door, as far as they are in heaven. It was covered in smooth gold, two small white skulls for handles. The skulls looked out of place, but the angel was used to it.
She, after all, was wearing one right above her chest.
The angel took a deep breath, bowed her head, and pushed the heavy doors open.
The Court of Death was lit only by a small opening in the ceiling, and shadows danced freely here. Shadows were forbidden in heaven. Normal angels didn't have shadows. But she did. And these shadow's counterparts had died long ago.
"Child. You know why you have been summoned, do you not?" A dark cloaked figure with a skull mask was the only other being in the room. Two huge white wings where on his back, resting lightly on his shoulders.
She nodded. "Yes, Lord of Death."
The Lord shook his head. "My young pupil, I am sorry you have chosen the path you walk on now. Had you not strayed from the straight and narrow path God had set for you, you would have been my successor. 'Tis a shame."
He sighed before continuing.
"Your position was taken into consideration by our Good and Gracious Lord. But you must still be punished, dear one. Your name is no more, you have no status. You no longer belong among the angels."
The angel nodded again, eyes welling up with tears. This being had been her mentor for countless days, filled with learning. She was being trained to collect the souls of the dead, and bring them to judgement. That's what a Lord of Death was. A collector of souls. There could only be one or two at a time, and had a special place between the earth, heaven, and hell. And she had been chosen for this great honor.
When she sinned that one time, she wasn't prepared for the consequences that came with it.
"You will no longer be able to fly. Your wings are tained. You will no longer be able to remain with the pure ones in this place. You are banished to Earth, and once you repent and cleanse yourself will you be able to enter the golden gates or this place again."
The Court was starting to fade, and the Lord of Death with it.
"Child...I hope you come back to us one day."
The angel looked up at him with sad eyes. "I don't think so, lord. My fate is sealed."
And she vanished from the heavenly places, to appear again in a tainted world.
The angel quickly glanced around, finding she was in a small meadow by a lake. No one in sight. So she cried. She sobbed, her whole body shaking as she screamed in anguish. Her face was buried in her knees, and she rocked back and forth, the tears not stopping and the pain in her heart growing.
She had nothing now. Not even a name to call herself by. Her wings wrapped around her, their warm familiarity bringing little comfort for the suffering angel.
I...
I've...fallen...
I might as well be a demon...
I might as well die...
Dangerous words were being whispered in her ear, which was thankfully deaf to at the moment.
If she heard those words now, who knows what she would do.
After a few hours of crying, the angel was exhausted. She had never been so tired in all her days. So she layed down and slept.
She slept a dreamless, dark sleep. And didn't wake up for a long time.
The angels eyes fluttered open softly, her eyelids heavy with sleep amd swollen. She looked up to the sky, it was a beautiful swirl of orange, red, yellow, and pinks. The angel smiled, forgetting about everything for a second before reality crashed upon her.
It was no use crying more, she felt as if she had no more tears to cry.
"Ugh...I must look a mess." She laughed at herself, walked over to the lake and splashed water in her face.
The angel decided upon a name to call herself by, Death the Kidd. Her mentor had called her that, Kidd. To her understanding it was a human term. Humans. So full of sin and sorrow, blood and lust. How would she live here? Nothing was balanced. She had had glimpses into this world, and every time it seemed chaotic.
Humans were fleeting creatures to the angels, here one moment and gone the next. They were so full of fault, so tainted, imperfect. Demons ran free around this world, destroying and making humans destroy themselves.
It was sad, really.
Some humans were good. They weren't perfect, no, but not bad either.
Then some humans seemed just like angels.
But there was no balance. And balance is was the angel loved most.
It was getting late now. It was almost dark. The angel needed a place to sleep. The meadow simply wouldn't do. She stood up, brushing the grass from her dark skirt.
She flapped her wings gently, testing them out. Angels wings worked different from animal wings, they needed a certian heavenly shampoo of sorts to keep them clean enough for flying. Her wings had gotten dirty, and so she could no longer fly.
The angel sighed. She rarely had to walk before, so this might be a difficult task. Some buildings bordered the horizon, and the angel sighed again.
She flapped her wings again, feeling the wind run through them.
And then she ran.
She reached the city just as the sun touched the water of a sea not far off. The city was normal, to the angels understanding. The streets were paved with pale bricks, buildings make of the same. Horses and carriages adorened the streets, laughter rang, women talked and giggled, and children yelled at play.
It was chaos. Everything was spinning so fast, the angel couldn't keep up. She walked a few steps into the city gates, but soon was overwhelmed and collapsed to her knees.
Her eyes spun and she was dizzy.
"No symmetry! No symmetry! No balance! No balance!"
The only thing that was symmetrical were the buildings and streets, but that didn't do much good with all the unbalanced people and objects.
Suddenly the angel felt a soft hand on her shoulder.
"H-Hello? A-Are you a-alright, m-miss?" The voice was nervous.
The angel looked up from the ground, and saw two plain black shoes, then a black dress, then a girl...was it a girl? She couldn't tell from the body. This person was thin, painfully thin, and the black dress...robe? Was skin tight. The angel looked up at this person's eyes and froze. They were a pale, icy blue. Deep and sad and brilliant and so unlike anything the angel had ever seen.
They were beautiful but so full of dispare. So full of concern but so full of hate.
Those icy blue eyes were captivating. A blush had crept up to the angel's face.
"What's your name?" The angel breathed, her breath catching in her chest. Her black bangs covered her face. The pinkette responded quietly,
"C-Crona."
The angel couldn't breathe. She was running out of air. The angel was gasping and fell facedown, her delicate face scaping painfully against the brick pathway.
"Miss? M-Miss?" Crona's voice was panicked, and her eyebrows furrowed in worry.
The angel didn't respond, the world was spinning and everything was getting fuzzy.
"N-No! Miss! F-Free! H-Help h-her! W-We h-have to get h-her home!"
The angel smiled before she blacked out.
END OF CHAPTER ONE!
Cliffhanger, I know. Just bear with me, k? ;)
Finally! :3 So how was it? Leave a review!
