Kurai Tenchi no Uta
A/N: Just a quick heads-up. This was supposed to be a crossover fic, but for the life of me I can't remember what the crossover series is. If anything here sparks your memories in that regard, I ask you to please, please, PLEASE send me a review or PM giving me your thoughts. Thanks in advance.
Chapter I: Prologue
Rain.
Water rises through the air, gathers at an incredibly high altitude, and then forms miniscule reservoirs that then fall to the earth below.
Some believe that it rains when the Gods weep.
'Idiots, all of them.'
The Gods don't care about anyone but themselves. The short, miserable lives of humans are merely a form of entertainment for them.
'Disgusting, filthy, repulsive…..!'
When they created this world, they made the human race believe that they were special.
That they had some purpose.
The liars.
The Gods sat up there in the Heavens on their thrones with their fucking servants the so-called angels who were supposedly there to protect and guide the humans. But how often were the angels not too busy serving their masters like the DOGS they were to go to the humans and protect and guide them like they were told they were supposed to?
Never. Never once, while the man on the skyscraper had been an angel, had he been able to fulfill his duty to the humans.
He joined with those of his brethren who felt as he did, that these corrupt and selfish Gods must be cast down.
But they failed.
The man and his brethren were cast, screaming, to the Earth, full of resentment, and nearly stripped of their powers.
It had taken centuries to regain them. In that time, many of them had been driven to madness by their failure, starting to believe that the only way to save the world was to destroy it.
He had ended their delusions himself.
Maybe he was also insane. Maybe, somehow, the line between sanity and madness in his mind had blurred and eventually vanished altogether.
Either way, he didn't care. After regaining his powers, he had begun helping the people of this world, as he had always believed he should.
Their reactions were what erased that desire.
Monster. Demon. Evil. Snake.
All of these hateful curses and more were cast at him, again and again and again, until he eventually just… cast away who he used to be and simply became a wanderer, roaming the Land of the Rising Sun, taking only a passing interest in the struggles of the humans around him.
They could all rot in this cold, cruel, unjust existence. The ingrates would continue to fall further and further into darkness, and he would only insure that the Oh-So-Great Heavens wouldn't interfere.
They wanted a Demon, a Devil?
He would give them that. And more.
He would give them an existence so dark and hopeless, they would look back on the years, the centuries that he had given everything to- his blood, his sweat, his tears, his very soul- and wish that he had been treated with the barest minimum of gratitude.
On the roof of a skyscraper in Tokyo in the midst of a howling rainstorm, a man with shoulder length black hair, tanned skin, and crimson eyes with horizontal slits for pupils laughed bitterly.
"I would say I'm done, but I feel like things are just starting." he said, a smile as bitter as his laugh on his lips.
"This world will fall into despair- one city at a time… and the Gods will be forced to get off their thrones and fix it themselves, as they should have been doing all along." He looked around. "Which city shall I start in…?"
