Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh or Daredevil, please do not sue!
Author's notes: Okay, I know I said I was gonna do this ages ago, but I got caught up in other work! Bows PLEASE FORGIVE ME!But it's here now, the sequel to my other daredevil fic, enjoy!
Note: writing main hero voice over
Daredevil: The Journey continues
Prologue
On a cold, dark night with in New York City, a white haired priest sat in his chambers reading a book peacefully before glancing out the window next to him. The streets were wet and cold as the clouds above began to roar.
"Hmm, looks like a storm is brewing," he said to himself before turning back to his book. Suddenly, he heard a loud thud possibly from something that had just fallen down and hit the floor with the sound of someone grunting not far behind, all coming from the church. The white haired priest instantly got up and sighed. "Looks like it's already here."
The white haired priest made his way though from his chambers to the church hall. The church was very peaceful place that had numerous candles lit around the place. He opened the doors and walked down the hall until he saw a figure lying down on the ground at the front of the hall. The figure was a girl dressed in a tight red leather suit with a red mask on to match, which had two small horns on the top and had no eyes hole in it. She had many injured over her red suited body and was bleeding badly. The girl then slowly turned over and started to crawl up the steps at the front of the church but suddenly her body collaped again and she was now laying on her back. Seeing this, the white haired priest picked up one of the red candles that were placed on the side and ran over to her.
"Good God!" he mumbled he stood over her. He then knelt down beside, took her mask off and gasped at the person lying before him. "Serenity?" the white haired priest whispered as he held her head up and brought the candle closer to her face, to see her more clearly. "Serenity…Serenity!" But there was no response from her, she did not move or even blink her clear brown eyes.
They say your whole life flashes before your eyes before you die; this is true, even for a blind person. You already know the first part of my story, and now it's time to tell the rest…