Dominus

By: Vanacorien

Warnings: Violence, angst, attempted non-con, religious themes and mythology, yaoi, profanity and Wufei, Treiz and Zechs bastardization. This is rated R, there will be yaoi, as in two men together romantically. There is definite lime possible lemon. If you don't like it don't read it. Disclaimer: I don't own gundam wing. I wish I did, but I don't.

AN: It's been forever since I've written anything. I haven't updated Never stop or any of my other fics in a very long time. That is because a number of changes have befallen my house. My mother was arrested for assaulting my father and pointing a loaded gun at him. She is pending trial, December 7th. My younger sister in a frenzy deleted everything out of word, including the nearly complete seventh chapter of never stop, and the halfway done update of Quatre chan in wonderland. Also, I have started my senior year of high school and am now trying to work as hard as I can to get scholarships, good grades and all of my testing and essays written and written well. How ever, I am deeply sorry, because though all of this is going on, I still should find time to write. Not only because it is a stress relieving outlet for my emotions, but also because I owe it to you as fans. You have read my work and were kind enough to comment on it. And for that I am truly grateful.

Thank you,

Vanacorien.

Prolog:

There are many names and ideas about how the world is going to end. Weather we will blow ourselves up or freeze our selves to death. Weather we will one day reach a reckoning of gods wrath or weather Hell will rise up and try to conquer the mortal plane. There are many different names and ideas and ways for the earth to die. But one thing that has never been addressed is how the earth will be reborn. Why, has this question never been asked?

Is it because we cannot see beyond our own narrow existence to hypothesize when the world will begin a new? Will no one care? Is it because deep down, all humans know that even if the earth shall be reborn again, humans will have no place on it? Perhaps. Or perhaps, it is because the world, and all peoples know there will be no end, that when the day of reckoning, comes. The day when the bowels of the earth will hiss and spit fire, as poison from the adder's mouth there will be no death, but life. Eternal in it's inhumanity and forever in it's suffering. Because that day, will be the day that he dies.

Washington D.C 1949, 2:45 a.m.

Father, Jacob O'Keegan Xavier Maxwell stared transfixed out of one of the stain glass windows that lined the walls of the small church at intervals. The light of pre-dawn allowing shards of red and gold to dance along his skin and clothes as he shifted to become more comfortable where he kneeled at the alter. Praying, and thinking. And begging. His knees shook form the time he had spent there, kneeling before the statue of the crucified Christ, his saviors eyes of painted wood looking forlornly from his perch behind the alter. He never would have dreamed this. Never in all of his years dreamed that such a dark and wondrous task be placed at his humble feet. Oh how he had been joyed, and horrified.

Coming in the darkness of night, as they often came, he was not surprised to see the members of the holy order of Rome. What had surprised him were the company and the message that they bore.

Maxwell had just finished scrubbing the cold stone floor, the task even less pleasant than normal due to the light frost of fall that stung the air. He stood finally, arching his back and listening in satisfaction to the numerous pops along his spine. He picked up his bucket tossing the scrub brush idly inside and made his way to the small utility room at the back of the small church / orphanage. He had been putting in many long nights sense they had the Orphanage added on, the children made more of a mess than they realized but Maxwell understood that they had good intentions. Most of them. One little rascal, a young Japanese boy who wouldn't or couldn't speak had made it his personal duty to try his best to rile the young priest. He had caused as many if not more disturbances in the past two weeks of his stay than any of the other children combined.

Sister Helen had been beside her self, the kind hearted nun almost going to extremes to try and understand the boy's behavior. But Maxwell knew that the youth was just reacting to the turbulence of the times. And until a time came when society accepted him, Maxwell and sister Helen (coached and persuaded by Maxwell) were going to do there best to help him in any way possible. It was after he had finished his thought that he heard the light almost indistinguishable grate of a key in the lock of the church doors. As keys as it were sense the large double doors were bolted and dead bolted again. The neighborhood was no longer safe and now a days Maxwell only left the side door open.

Hurrying quickly from the utility room Maxwell made it to the main chapel room straightening his habit and turning the corner. Heero was there, dressed in an overly large nightshirt and slowly, prying the heavy bolt free. "Wait!" Maxwell called out sharply, but the young boy ignored him and finished his task. As he finished with the latch the heavy door swung open, shoving the boy back a short distance and almost unbalancing him. In came a group comprised of tall imposing men. All cloaked in black from head to toe and as Maxwell came closer he noticed a flash of red amongst the black cloaks. "I'm sorry gentlemen but it's a tad late for mass, or early if you prefer. Please come back another . . ."He was ignored as one of the robed figures darted past him and behind the alter throwing back the pristine white cloth and searching underneath. Others began to search the small chamber and close and lock the doors that led to the adjoining quarters of the children and Sister Helen A feeling of invasion and fear overwhelmed him and he stepped forward towards a man who was still cloaked though he spied a bit of red again. "This is unreasonable, what on earth,"

Maxwell was cut off by a sharp tug on his pant leg. Looking down, there stood the little boy; his eyes were solemn peeking through thick and messed onyx locks looking up at him with lively calculating eyes. ' Do not worry,' Maxwell jerked his head at the voice, strong and old that echoed through his head. ' They are here to assist you in your mission, listen and do so well.' Glancing down at the boy Maxwell drew in a sharp breath. The boy's eyes moments before a deep black had turned a startling pearl blue. Maxwell felt his stomach drop as her looked up, to find the doors had been closed and bolted once again. The strangers cloaked and hooded were in a semi circle around he and the boy and in the center of the isle stood the flash of red that he had seen.

"Please', he said taking the boys hand in his and squeezing softly, weather to reassure him self or not he wasn't sure. ' Who are you? What are you doing,' Realization dawned as the man dressed in red slowly lowered his cloak to the ground. He took in the scarlet robes, the small red cap place securely on the balding head and the tired and weary look across the elderly face. Immediately he kneeled before the man bowing his head and pausing for just a second to urge the boy to do the same.

"You're grace," He said humbly, the cardinal offered him his hand and Maxwell kissed the simple gold ring on his hand gently. His head was whirling a disarray of thought and conjectures tidal waving through his brain to crash inside his skull. There was a cardinal here, which would explain the other men, guards no doubt. But what was the voice that he had heard earlier? And what, had happened to the child. He dared glance up at the boy looking at his oddly luminescent eyes and calm face. He had not kneeled despite Maxwell's effort to pull him down.

The cardinal smiled a serene expression meant to calm and reassure. "I am sorry for the intrusion Father Maxwell and the hour of our calling. But I am afraid it could not be helped. We have needs to discus some very important business with you and I'm afraid that it could not wait until morning. Please rise and sit with me a while we must talk of many things. " Maxwell nodded and stood slightly apprehensive giddy and dumbfounded all at once. A cardinal of Rome had important business to discus with him? It was surreal and for the briefest of moments he wondered if Sister Helen had played a magnificent joke on him. But looking from the oddly glowing and silent boy to the cardinal sitting on a pew of his church and patting the space beside him he decided that not even dear Helen could have pulled this off. Remembering the boy he turned slightly toward the cardinal and raised an eyebrow in question. "Has this young boy been watching for you? Does he work for the Vatican?"

The cardinal appeared surprised for a moment then laughed softly as a scowl bore over the boys face. "Gracious no!" Said the cardinal casting a wry glance at the boy who was by now glaring back at him. "If anything we are working for him. In fact why not come out of that shell, it would probably help to reinforce what I am about to say and help him to believe a mite more." Father Maxwell was about to question such a comment against his faith when a deep masculine voice interrupted him. "Gladly, you don't know how much strain it is to confine ones self to such a small space for so long. I was afraid I was going to burst"

Turning in shock father Maxwell starred in amazement as the small Japanese boy began to crack. Like fine or aged china his skin began to split and crack the hallows of his skin a light in a light blue glow. Then the boy seemed to collapse upon him self letting out a small grunt of dis comfort as he lurched forward and his back began to bulge and shrug as if there were some one fighting beneath the skin to emerge. The glow intensified and after a moment the boy's body seemed to still and then in a blinding flash the skin of his back shredded it's self from the inside and fell from his frame like cloth torn form the body. Maxwell stumbled back in shock a scream almost rising in his throat as a tall man emerged from the rent child's skin. He looked fearfully to the cardinal who nodded and looked up past him to the being that had straightened up and stood. The being had long, dark chocolate hair and pearlessant blue eyes all of which contrasted with its large and graying white wings. The cardinal smiled at the sight and nodded again. "Welcome, Gabriel how are you?"

It had been hours sense the interview, or debriefing rather. Maxwell sighed and stood from where he had been kneeling turning around and gasping when he saw the boy, Gabriel sitting amongst the pews eyes trained on him. In the light of day the boy was magnificent to behold, a muscular build not entirely hidden by the robes that he wore, long chocolate brown hair the reached barely past his shoulders and was tied off the side and golden tan skin that was smooth and soft to behold. Maxwell starred a moment at the thought of what had occurred the night before. Of the discussion that was held. He steeled him self and walked towards the angel. An actual angle. He stopped his approach when blue eyes shifted to him and he clasped his hands together to keep from fiddling with them, He wanted to square his shoulders or the try and seem as important as he could when that disinterested blue gaze came his way. Instead he smiled slightly. "Have you done what you needed, Sir Gabriel?" He didn't feel right just calling the angel Gabriel and he didn't think Mr. Suited the being. He smiled when the angel raised a brow and then shrugged. "It is in place, I will be leaving today now that my mission is complete. A couple will come along claiming to be my parents. I will have needs to go with them. Maxwell nodded an affirmative. "Of course." He said softly. The angel nodded and looked up as the sun almost fully raised shining rainbow brilliance over the room.

Standing the angel looked from the statue of Christ to the father standing beside him. He looked down on the man he was somewhat taller and tried to smile reassuringly. "You have taken on a great mission Father. I hope you are able to succeed." Maxwell nodded a smile lighting his own features. "I would not worry much Sir Gabriel after all with sister Helen on my side we are sure to win. There is no thing on or off this earth that I cannot see that woman defeating." Gabriel grimaced in thought as he pictured the motherly nun. "She can be very fierce when the mood strikes cant she?" The father smiled, his first real smile sense 2:45 that morning and gave the angel a sidelong look. "You have no idea."

AN: So what do you think? Is this one worth keeping or not? Please review. Thanks