The Sun and the Moon

Vampiresswolf

Nico liked his job, considering. He was good at it. Slipping through the shadows of the night, drawn like a moth to the flame that was the soul's last beacon on Earth. Sometimes, the soul would hesitate, try to bargain with him for its mortal life to continue, and those missions were particularly difficult on him, but he always managed to convince the soul to come with him to the Gates, to join in the carriage pulled by his trusty hellhounds. There were two of them, large, muscular dog like creatures that were similar to a human's rottweiler in musculature, but shaped more like that of their dobermans. They had pitch black fur along most of their bodies, with blood red fur on their underside and on their muzzles. Their eyes glowed red, the embers of the fire that shifted in their bellies. Their tails were long, barbed like a devils. This would all be alright for most souls, but the bone formations along their bodies completed the devious look. There was a skull shaped bone plate on their chest, where it met their throat, and bones along their back that made it appear that their ribs were on the outside of their bodies. Rings of sparkling white bone encircled their four massive paws, and two massive horns that curled out of their skulls like twin scythe blades completed the look. The female, Djevelen, was slightly smaller than Hellgar, the male, but otherwise they looked like twin hounds of doom, which could be off putting to the souls that were being brought to the Underworld.

His hounds were loyal to him, and only to him. When he was born, Hades, the overseer and father to many of the Moon Fairies blessed with escorting souls, had given the newborn pups to him, and so they had grown up together. He had given them their Full-names once the three had finished their lessons and entered the ceremony that sent them out to their first mission on Earth, over eighty human years ago.

But sometimes… sometimes the spirits he was attempting to sever from their earthly bodies became violent. But never had one had the strength, nor the speed, to harm him to the point he could not even shadow travel back to the Gates, where the Moon Chariot awaited to bring the Moon Fairies back to Bayangan, the city of the Night.

It was the number one rule. Get back to the chariot before sunrise. No one had ever told him what would happen if he didn't, and he had never questioned it. He was a creature of darkness, and Bayangan was a city forever in the dark. He never had an inkling to do anything else. But now his wings were injured, he was in too much pain to call upon his powers to transport him back, and it was all he could do to stay conscious.

At a whimper, he looked up through lidded eyes to the face of Djevelen. She licked his face, her tongue as hot as the fire she brewed to herd souls. Behind her, Hellgar panted out flames, his eyes wide as he pawed at the ground, nervously looking up to the horizon.

"Bring…" Nico tried, gasped in pain, and then looked back up again, "Bring the souls to the Gate, get yourselves home."

Djevelen nosed him, attempting to lift him onto Hellgar's back, but Nico pushed her efforts away, "No, Jey. The carriage is full, you would not be able to transport me along with them, not even will Jar's help. They are your priority. Bring the souls to the Great Mother. That is your duty. After that, find Percy. He will watch over you. That is your command. Go!" He pushed her away with the last of his strength and watched as his two loyal hounds gave him one last look and shifted into the shadows. He gritted his teeth and managed to pull himself under a low-hanging bushweed before passing out as the sky lightened. Hopefully, the daylight creatures would not notice him before night fell once again.

Will loved his job. He was a Sun Fairy with one of the most critical of duties. Once the night melted away, he would jump out of the Sun Chariot, followed by his loyal team, and search the world for signals of pain and suffering. He would fly to the creatures, and under the cover of magic, shield himself as he helped to heal them. Sometimes, he took a whole day on one patient, and sometimes, he had dozens of patients. Anything from an elephant to a knat. He was never actually seen doing his duties, but that was alright. He could tell from the way his patients relaxed, the glow he knew they felt when he was near, that they knew help was there, that their suffering would be put away as they were put back together, that they would live for another day. Sometimes, that did not happen, he knew, sometimes he failed and when he returned the next day to a patient he had to leave to the silence of the night, he returned to a cold carcass, and he mourned for the loss before moving on to the next sense of pain.

Never in his life, however, had he found what he did at the site of one of his previous day's healings. He had been sure he hadn't done enough to save the lumbering human from death. But there he was. His neck was still tilted at an odd angle, as he had fallen from a tree the previous day and hadn't had anyone around. he frowned as the bulky figure heaved breath after breath through lungs that shouldn't work. The body was cold, as though he had died, but the movement and signs of life contradicted this. Will shrugged and moved forward, pulling out his medical sack as he attempted to heal the human.

Will frowned when he found he was unable to do anything. There was some sort of barrier, blocking him from reaching the soul of the human laying there. Sure, he was able to fix all of the physical ailments, but the healing process was never complete until the soul was healed as well. Confused, he put away his medical supplies and took to the air, flying as quickly as he could until he got to Apollo, the Father of the Healing Fairies of the Sun.

"Apollo, I have something that has confused me." He started, frowning.

"What is it?" The Elder Fairy asked, putting down his flute to look at Will with a slight smile tilting up his lips.

Will shuffled his feet, "The human I was healing yesterday is still alive, but I cannot heal his soul. I am not sure what I should do."

Apollo frowned, a knowing glint in his eyes, "I would have to see him for sure, but it sounds as though you have a comatose patient. Lead me to him."

Will nodded, zipping as quickly as he could back to the patient, and standing slightly to the side so that Apollo could take a look. At the Elder's curious hmm, he moved forward.

"Do you know what it is?" Will asked, "Will I be able to heal him or not?"

Apollo stepped back, "No. I am afraid he is braindead."

"What does that mean?"

"That mean he died, but his soul was not collected by the Gate Fairies. Or perhaps he resisted the cleavage of his soul, and therefore it was not completely removed, which would make more since, as you said you could not heal him. That is typical for a incomplete cleavage. Leave him."

"Sir?" Will frowned, looking at the fairy that turned from the patient.

"He is dead and unable to be healed. Either he will be found by his own kind and they will find a way to put his soul back, or the Moon Fairy that attempted to cleave his soul will be back for him tonight."

"But sir, why would they just leave him like this?"

Apollo looked at him, "Just as we must leave patients we are unable to save before the sun leaves, so must the Moon Fairies leave before sunrise. Perhaps the fairy found him to late, or his soul resisted death and something else caused the fairy to leave him. I advise you look for another patient. There are many more, and we have only so much daylight to work."

Will watched as the Elder Fairy took to the sky, no doubt going back to his post, where he would wait for a serious group injury or another inquiry from one of his healers. Will sighed and tried tuning out the dimming light of the human, and immediately felt a new beacon. This one felt different, less like an Earth creature and more like a fairy, which was weird, as he was the only Healer in this sector and it felt as though it was coming from a bush right near them.

With some hesitance, he crept forward, somewhat wary about what he may find, as this beacon was different. He came upon the bushweed plant that the signal originated from and gently, hesitantly, lifted a leaf.

He gasped and dropped the leaf again, before reaching back for it and slipping under the plant to stand beside the prone body. It was a fairy, but none like he had ever seen before. It wasn't colored in the scheme of the Sun Fairies. It-he-had pale olive skin that looked as though it had never seen daylight, a mop of black hair that slipped into his closed eyes, and his clothing was simply morbid. Completely black, a sword as black as what he assumed night to be sheathed in an equally dark scabbard, laying haphazardly by his waist, which had a skull-adorned belt. He had a dark pouch of Fairydust powder hooked to the opposite side, and a dark sleeveless shirt covered with an aviator's jacket.

His wings were what drew Will's attention. They were black feathered, but one hung at a precarious angle, torn to multiple pieces, and had drying blood running from a gash that started at the wing joint all the way down the fairy's back. If Will had to venture a guess, he would say that this was a Moon Fairy, and considering the proximity to his previous patient, he would guess it also to be a Gate Fairy, having been injured before he could retrieve the soul of the human.

Will never thought he would ever get to see a Moon Fairy. They lived on opposite sides of the Netherworld, one in constant darkness, and the other forever bathed in light. They worked opposite shifts on Earth, and everything he knew about the Moon Fae he had learned in books. They were never to be out in daylight, just as the Sun Fae could never be out at night. From his studies, he had always thought that he would be repulsed by Moon Fairies, most especially the Gate Fairies, as they were the complete opposite of everything he stood for. They took away life that he tried to save. They lived without ever knowing the Great Father's light.

But as he looked down upon the fairy in front of him, Will felt nothing but pity. This poor soul was on his last leg of life, and so Will pulled out his supplies. He was a doctor, after all.

A/N: Hi all! here I am again... starting yet another story without completing the others... yeah. I'm just really into Solangelo. The fandom just isn't large enough, and though my Percicos are needing some TLC... I've got this and another little Soleangelo oneshot coming out before I'm even going to be able to concentrate on those or my other fandoms... Sorry! Anyway, hope you enjoy, I'm actually gonna add this into The-Darling-of-221b's contest. If you have a soleangelo, you should definitely consider sticking yours in as well. That contest needs some more love.

Anywho. I usually draw or digitally edit a cover photo for my stories. However, I'm crap at humans, and I'm not going to ruin the integrity of my work with a horrible cover. So for now, theres that lovely little solangelo pic I found on bing images. Credit to the author, i have no idea who it is. I anyone feels so inclined I would love one that is more personalized, but not gonna feel bad either way.

Even though i told everyone that I was stopping multi chappie stories until I could get time to actually do them, this one had to be written. In a tidbit of trivia, this was originally planned as a oneshot... but its just not going to happen that way. and that other solangelo I was talking about? yeah. That was planned forever as a multi chap, but its going to go up because its just going to be better as a oneshot.

Anywhozles, I hope you enjoy, R&R and all that fun stuff! Love you all!

-Vampiresswolf