Fallen

Author Note: This is the product of a late night role-play that I and my good friend Heather decided would kick ass as a story. I've never converted a role-play into a story before and it may be sloppily done, but it needed to be done and we were super excited about it. Let me know what you think! These are characters that we made up in about 30 minutes, so if that ain't yer cup a tea, don't effing drink it because it's probably my tea then. Yours is over there somewhere -

Disclaimer: I don't have to disclaim shit so ha!

~Chapter One- The Birth of the Blood Angel_

There had been mass chaos lately. The heavens in an uproar and what was most disconcerting was that no one was really sure what was going on. The Gods were doing a fine job of keeping all information from leaking out to the lesser angels, but the heavens were still in a state of panic, the angels able to sense that something was wrong, and it spread like a thick fog throughout the clouds that all angels breathed in and it got stuck with the murky feeling of fear in their lungs. He was a high ranking angel and even he was kept from knowing what was really going on, however he'd been summoned before Zeus and was headed to his private viewing room now. He could feel his wings bristle and twitch behind his back as the angels watched his confident stride and whispered amongst them. He paid it little attention though, fisting his hands and squaring his shoulder as he continued on. He doubted he'd be kept in the dark any longer, and that's what the angels were whispering about, curious creatures as they were. He pushed open the doors to the hall, his breath catching in his throat at the golden glory that was Zeus, but quickly averted his eyes. It was rude to stare at the beauty of their lord, their creator. He knelt before his lord, Zeus of the skies and dipped his head respectfully, bowing low to the creator and ruler of the skies.

"My lord," He breathed and lifted his head to what seemed a troubled Zeus, even in all his golden glory.

Zeus' face held an eternal youth and beauty, etched with a snow white and ethereal quality. His golden hair spilled down his back in long straight strands and rested at the floor below his thrown. He was young, with the face of a man in his twenties, but who bore the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. Elegance aside, the man's eyes spoke of weariness as they met eyes.

"There has been a war between the humans." Zeus said calmly, his hands resting on his knees and forming a steeple at his mouth. "The death toll is high. The slaughter the humans call a war, seemed endless. I sent angels to stop the fighting; however, not even they could end the madness. The humans on both sides were therefore eliminated, but something darker still has risen from the blood of so many lives that fertilized the plains and festered in hate. A demon has been born and I wish for you to slay it." Zeus said distractedly as his mind seemed troubled and elsewhere. "You are so good at what you do Reckade, set my mind at ease and free it from the burden of the demon creature born of hate and blood." Zeus said and dismissed Reckade, the goal set into his mind, the image of the place burned behind his eyelids, and so he rose with his mission known and left for Earth, where the humans created a demon with their hate and blood.

It was slightly scary how powerful their lord was to be able to imprint whatever he bid into his disciples mind's eye. To simply think the destination and share this knowledge and his angels were able to do his bidding. With this knowledge he arrived at the waste land of dead bodies, which had collected so much human blood and began to be collected into one area attracted there by something. A war had most definitely happened there and all had died no sign of life in this disturbing grave. The stench there was something foul and the blood gathered in this collective place as something started to grow. An old looking tree was were the blood was pooling at its base, this tree collecting the blood, absorbing it into its half dead bark and drinking the thick blood of life, blue vine spreading up the tree and white leaves spreading out which brought forth the white petals of a flower bud that began to grow. It grew larger and larger before bursting open, blood pouring out from it as a body stretched out as if waking from sleep. The pail white skin shone in the dim gray sunlight as the eyes shot open revealing a deep, hungry red, his lips a light bluish color. The boy slowly stood as two stark white wings ripped from his back, the boy making a face of anguish and crying out at the pain. His snow white hair hung from his head to trail at the dirt below, but never seeming to dirty, the being was beautiful and no doubt deadly. With this cry of pain from the beings lips the angel of blood was born. He looked around seemingly confused as he stood trying to find his legs falling slightly without balance.

"Oh my," He whispered going to stand again with trouble, his legs weak without use.

He gripped onto the tree and looked around, steadying his shaky body and new limbs, his naked body shivered in the cold and he crossed his arms over his chest in a protective manner. Reckade had been to Earth before, many times, however it held now a sickening smell and the ground was worn away as if burned and untamed. It was barren and dead and smelled of rotting flesh and ash. It was putrid. With eyes narrowed he covered the ground efficiently, boots uncaringly walking over the parts of the dead that lay sprawled along the ground, he told himself that they deserved this and brought it upon themselves. He could see the angel of death, wrapped in the false purity of white and shivering with his first breathes. He was merciless as he approached, he couldn't afford to pity the creature that had hardly the time to learn to stand on its own feet. He had been sent on a mission by his lord and intended to quickly carry it out, to fail meant banishment, something no angel would ever want to face because it also meant a swift death.

"Hello, angel of death." Reckade greeted already prepared with his magic to banish the monstrosity back to which it had come from, but he wished to see the face of the creature born of blood before he destroyed it, while it was still weak and pitiable.

The blood angel turned his head to him slowly dark red eyes glancing over his shoulder to meet the one who'd spoken before his whole body slowly turned to meet the other, his hands doing their best to cover his nakedness, a soft frown marring his features.

"W-who are you?" The blood angel asked in a voice that was soft and gentle, almost like a flutes notes.

Reckade's eyes narrowed farther upon taking in the gentle, beautiful features of the monster. He growled low in his throat, wishing he'd never waited to see these beautiful features, feeling they were something he could have appreciated in the creatures death, but now he'd found his hands stilled at the monsters vulnerability, its confusion and what must have been fear at this new world, his birth and inevitable death. Such a pretty little sound the tinkling of his voice made and a pity that he couldn't capture his vocal cords and play them again and again like a favorite instrument, even more disappointing that, this voice should never speak again.

"I am Reckade little angel of death. I've come to take you home." He said softly.

"What... home?" The blood angel frowned more and asked while giving a confused look as he pushed some hair out of his eyes "I... don't have one" He closed his eyes slightly his long lashes showing more vividly now on his pale cheeks.

"Fear not little one." Reckade whispered feet crunching along the bones of the dead again. "I shall free you from this world. I'll make it painless and beautiful. You won't need to suffer." He continued in the same soft tone, drawing near to the nude boy and brushing hair from his eyes, his other hand prepared to strike. "Look at me little demon of blood and hate." He coaxed, brushing his fingers along the boys jaw softly, his power growing in his other hand.

The blood angels' eyes slowly rose to meet him with his blood red gaze, his hand rising to rest on Reckade's chest as he met the man's dark colored eyes.

"You... Are scaring me" He whispered gently the breath hardly leaving his lips in this close distance, the fear evident on the boys quivering lips. "Please stop."

He felt his heart leap at the touch to his chest, his breath catch in his lungs and the air grow cold, but it stayed his hand as his eyes widened to stare down into the blood red of the innocent looking boy. It suddenly pained him to think of killing this, this child, this boy who knew nothing of life, or of this world, who was simply born from the sins of humans. His eyes saddened and his lips drew into a tight line, brows creasing as he stroked the boys face again.

"I don't mean to frighten you, sad little angel full of sorrow and sin." He breathed, slipping his hand into the platinum white hair. "I'm saving you from this cruel life." He breathed trying to convince himself as well as the boy as he pressed his hand to the boy's abdomen, his power slowly sinking in like a knife. The blood angel gripped his shirt letting out a soft whine of pain, fingers clutching and digging in to Reckades simple white button up.

"P-Please don't" he whispered "I... I... don't... want to die...without knowing what a life can be like" he said struggling to move away from the pain in his lower belly.

"Shh little one." He said casting his eyes away as he gripped the back of the boys head and pulled him in close, digging his nails into the soft unprotected flesh of the boys belly, blood spilling out over his hand as he cut his power of light through the thick darkness shell enveloping the boy, making the blow slow and painful, but washing away the sins from his skin, as he shoved his hand further, gritting his teeth and looking down at the mess of red unable to see the pain on the little ones face.

Unable to bear this savage stealing of a life yet to be lived, but knowing that nothing but evil could be spawned from the innocent looking boy before him. He could feel tears forming in his eyes; this battle was also being waged against him. The blood angel let out a cry of pain as he gripped onto his shirt tighter tears spilling from his own eyes.

"N-no" he whispered in a terrified broken voice.

Reckade's' own eyes squeezed shut at the pained cry and he turned his head in shame. He felt the boy claw his way closer, bearing the pain of that closeness by what must have been hunger and extreme pain to draw him in to the vulnerable spot at Reckade's neck where his blood flowed freely under just a thin layer of skin. A low moan was ripped from his throat at the feeling of fangs slipping under his skin, the demon drawing his life blood in a need to heal and sustain him. Reckade gasped a breath, his hand faltering and the light leaving him, his fingers slipping out of the boys' skin to grip his hip instead, a sigh leaving him at the feeling of euphoria traveling through his veins. His eyes hazed at the feeling and he became lightheaded and dizzy.

"Little angel of darkness..." He groaned unable to continue his thought process, his head lolling and coming to rest on the others shoulder, his body weakening as he gripped the boy for support.

The blood angel pulled his fangs from Reckades throat breathing hard as the wound on his belly healed unnaturally fast.

"I-I'm sorry" he whispered with a slight whimper "I-I had to heal myself I'm sorry" he said again beginning to cry softly. "Please don't hurt me again." He finished with what was obviously fear and repulsion at having to drink from the other to heal himself, fearing the never ending cycle this could become or the thought of further more pain.

"Your name," Reckade panted as he lifted his head, fingers brushing along the boys jaw, sweeping under the fearful eyes steadily, though his own body was failing him, trembling and struggling with his weight. His eyes were shining brightly, without hate or scorn or any means of malice, just the burning curiosity and fatigue. He knew he'd soon pass out from the blood drained, no doubt a vast quantity to heal the power of light and the first feeding of a monster born of blood, however a beautiful monster, who cried real tears with the face of a cherub. "What is your name angel of misfortune?" He said more sternly this time to get the boys attention better.

"E-Ezura" He whispered as he gripped onto Reckade feeling him about to pass out he braced the man's larger body up against his own and went to lower him to the ground so the man didn't fall completely on him.

"Ezura," He sighed feeling his knees buckle but hit the soil softly. "Rare, curious, strange, or unusual. Ezura... Strange little angel of blood, who cries real tears and experiences sorrow before joy on his day of birth. Rare little angel of sorrow with such a pretty face..." He murmured more to him half awake as he traced the boy's features softly and then passed out.

Ezura was grim as he watched the man's eyes close, taking in his features. He lightly traced the man's slightly tanned skin and sharp jaw line, his eyelashes dark and long along the man's high cheek bones, an angular quality to his symmetrical face. His thin dark eye brows were in a nicely shaped arch and his bleach white hair feathered around his face. Reckade was wearing all white, from his hair to his soft wings, to his button up shirt, slacks and gloves. He somehow managed to be bathed in all this purity and not look washed out, though some blood had spilled onto the man's collar from the bite before that ultimately lead to his abrupt sleep, however he looked younger this way, in his early twenties, now that the hard lines of determination and mission had been smoothed away.

"My, what is it that we have here?" Another male voice asked as the crunching of bones was heard in the distance, the man stepping purposely on the bodies to hear them squish and crunch under foot as he joyfully sauntered the grounds to the pair. His gun was drawn and his tongue licking at his lips as if hungrily.

Ezura frowned at the intrusion on what was a seemingly peaceful moment and he pulled Reckade closer to his body. "D-don't come close" he whispered trying to keep Reckade and himself safe "I-I won't go easy on you." He warned in a stronger voice.

"Yer jis' a baby ne?" The man asked coming to an abrupt stop, hands on his hips, gun being flung around nonchalantly as if it weren't a deadly weapon.

He looked down at the body of the man he was standing on and swayed slightly, squatting and poking at the dead man's protruding belly, humming a cheerful tune as he did so. "'M not here ta hurt you 'nyway." He pouted as his eyes shot up to Ezura's soberly serious and deadly looking despite his childish posture. "Came fer that one." He said pointing with his gun. "Bang." He whispered tipping the gun back to mimic the recoil as if he'd really shot.

"You can't have him" He said frowning and pulling Reckade up closer to his body "H-He's under my protection" his voice slightly wavered at this "so don't come closer!"

"Protection?" The other said as if this word confused him and he scratched at his head with his gun. "Nope, no one said nothin' 'bout that." He said grinning wolfishly. "Guess, I'mma have ta take ya too ne, little demon?" He said leaping like a frog to the next dead body with the same grin, however it transformed to something more childish.

Ezura made a whimpering sound as he pulled Reckade closer "Y-You have to wake up" he whispered into Reckades ear "we're in danger" he mumbled as he tried to move the larger man who remained soundly asleep.

"No secrets!" The man suddenly screamed and rose to his natural height. He advanced with the practiced steps of someone trained to kill as he glared at Ezura. "Reckade is my friend not yours." He growled as he pointed his gun at Ezura and quickly covered the distance between them, placing the barrel of the gun to the boy's temple. "Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!" He yelled quickly before pulling the gun away. "Yer dead!" He sing-songed before shoving the gun into the belt of his pants at his back.

Ezura buried his head in Reckades shoulder and whimpering said in a small voice "I-I'm protecting this man" he whispered "G-Go away and come back later" he continued "I-I won't let him leave until he's awake."

"Don'cha listen?" The man asked cocking his head to the side with childlike curiosity. "Yer comin' too." He said with a broad smile leaning forward and stroking the others hair, to which the boy jerked away from.

"W-where are we going to go?" he asked softly looking up at the childlike crazy man nervously.

"Like a kitty." He purred still stroking the others hair and mostly ignoring him. "'M not allowed ta have pets." He murmured darker as his hand pulled away, a more serious expression on his face, but also a far off quality as if he were remembering something. "I'll have to hide the kitty." He said to himself as he pulled out his gun again, pointing the barrel up and resting his chin on the end of it, as if ready to commit suicide. "The kitty will make noise though. It's not the kitties fault, he's jis curious. Kitties get scared easy, I'll have ta keep 'em quiet." He murmured to himself before jerking away and pointing the gun at Ezura. "You'll be quiet right kitty!" He asked pointing the gun at close range.

Ezura nodded quickly with wide eyes. "Y-yes" he whispered "I-I promise to be quite" He said quickly as he lightly ran his fingers through Reckades hair "I promise" He said again as he looked to the person he first met on this earth and whom he now held in his arms protectively. With this he was able to overcome his fear of the crazy man before him, at least knowing the man was a friend of Reckades.

"Kitties don't talk!" He shouted but seemed content as he shoved his gun into his belt again and petted the boy's hair once more. He hefted Reckade out of the boys grip and over one shoulder with unnatural strength for his build and then did the same to Ezura. The blood angel didn't make a sound at this but gripped the back of the man's shirt tightly to feel more secure. He swallowed nervously, unsure of where they would go.

"Kitty no claws!" The man scolded and rolled his shoulder, forcing the hard bone into the boy's lungs to punish the other as he easily walked them east, humming and stepping on all the dead bodies as he went.

Ezura swallowed and wiggled out of the uncomfortable position so that he could breathe easier again and wondered what he had gotten himself into but began to relax as he closed his eyes waiting to be brought to wherever this mad man was taking them, knowing that this would be the place that he could start his life, and so he sighed and settled in for the long walk, watching the decayed battle field grow smaller in the distance as the man hummed to himself and stepped on all the bodies, and when those were gone he stepped on all the flowers or anthills or kicked at tall grass, or splashed in puddles or mud, continuing this childlike persona he'd seemed to inhibit.

Author note: Again, let me know what you think. It won't stop me from posting another chapter, but I'd like to hear your thoughts and share them with Heather! Thank you so much for reading. As always it's appreciated. Check out my other stories if you get the time. ^^