Title : Death's Child

Rating : M

Summary : Mundus had many servants. One of which went be the name of Death. This however isn't about him. For you see, Death had a daughter. This is her story…

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Name : Akuma Dokoro (Devil Skull)

Title : Death's Child

Occupation : Assassin and Advisor to Mundus' general

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Chapter One - Facing A New Master

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Begin

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I walked toward the throne room of Mundus' rather grand palace. Why? I was summoned there by Mundus him self. Not something that happens often, but something that isn't very rare all the same.

I held my head high as I walked past his innumerable lesser servants, they in turn would bow their head in my direction as a show of respect. I was their superior and they knew it.

My father's place as Mundus' right hand man insured that they wouldn't mess with me anyway, but I had earned their respect so they gladly gave it.

Once I reached the doors to the throne room, I noted I was a bit early. Mundus had never punished me for being early, so I thought nothing of stepping right in, after my arrival was announced of course. He would punish me for not announcing myself…

Once I stepped inside however. I knew something was wrong. There was someone other than my father standing at the right side of the throne…

And a head with void black hair bowed before them…

"Excuse this if you believe it to be rude milord, but I would like some answers as to why your top general and assassin, as well as executor, is on his knees and bound."

I saw a grin come across Mundus' face. That was never a good sign…

"Simple little angel… Your father has been replaced."

I froze instantly.

Then the rage began to boil…

"Replaced? Replaced!? REPLACED!?!? HE ISN'T SOME TOY YOU CAN USE THEN FORGET!!!"

I saw the man beside him flicker then disappear. Knowing what he was going to do, I turned and caught his sword in my now fully extended claws. I recognized this sword…

Yamato. The sword of the eldest son of Sparda…

"Fuck you Mundus. If you are fool enough to throw away my father for this low life son of a traitor, then I shall not serve you. I will not serve a fool king who does not see perfection when it slaps him in the face."

I threw the blade away from me and leapt up, only to have a dark blue, nearly purple, sword of light come flying by me and strike my leg. I, in my rage, lost my balance in mid air and fell to the ground. I looked up and tossed my hair out of my face only to find the tip of a sword at my neck.

"Careful with your words. Vergil here has more than just the title your father held, he also has your father's right to control you. Your father was the one you served under me, you now serve Vergil. And his loyalty extends far beyond that of your father…"

I knew what that meant, I was no longer my own person…

"Akuma. Be careful with this one. He isn't like the one you watched before now. He is different. Far from what you knew to be Vergil Sparda."

"Silence Koro! You no longer have the right to speak in my presence!"

"You're going to kill me anyway, so what do I have to loose? Remember today Akuma! Remember it well! This is what Mundus is! I fear you too will face a similar fate when he finds you of no more use! Watch your step! Watch your back! Watch what he does and be ready to run for the mortal world if see that he will try to end you! Do not fall to this fate! Remember who you are! I was the Legend! I was the reaper! You are my daughter! You are the one to take my title! You are no longer just Akuma Dokoro! YOU ARE DEATH'S CHILD!!"

I watched as the sword under my chin left my presence and then was sent flying through my father's chest. I knew what he meant, and I would remember today.

"Remember Akuma. You are the Angel of Death. It is now your turn to take the blade and rule the life after mortality… My ai."

I watched as he fell toward the floor, but I caught him before he could reach it.

I would remember today. I would remember his words. I would remember who and what I was.

This day in history, Akuma Dokoro became the Angel of Death. Her red wings turned black and her hair shifted from red to ebony. This was the day death became a slave. Today… she faced a new master. The demon Nelo Angelo….


Whoa. This has been in que for a while. Since before the end of 'Angels' actually. I will probably be working on this one more than the other two, but yeah. I don't really like where I ran those two. This one is going right where I wanted it to... so far.

I have been meaning to draw the claws I speak of in this one, I have a certain way I do them in my head that is different from most, I will draw them in GIMP and give a URL for them later. Keep a look out for them.