Star: My first Mabi fic. I love this game. I only own my Oc. Enjoy.


How did he end up like this?

He was a God, the King of the Fomorian, so how did he ended up here, sitting under a tree in Erinn on a staring out at the water of Emian Macha.

A soft sigh drew his attention to his side. Laying there asleep was a human boy, barley past the age of thirteen, with his head resting on the god's thigh. Soft brown strand peaked from the under the white hood of his hoodie, a few strands resting against his pale cheek. Out of habit, the god reached out and brushed those strands away, reveling a small black star on the boy's cheek, just under his right eye. He was the image of an angel, pure and untainted.

The god snorted softly at the thought. Yeah right, pure and innocent his ass. Hidden underneath the child like physique, was demon. A duel sword reaper, martial artist who fought with deadly graces of a dancer, and as of recently gun wheeling novice who like to use anyone who pissed him off as a target. His blue eyes held years of wisdom and battel yet still held some innocent. As the boy rolled over on to his back, his shirt shifted up slightly to reveal a scar peeking out of the waist line of his white pants.

At his side was The Chosen One of the Goddess, Morrighan, and The Savior of All Erinn. His enemy.

"Cichol?"

The god snapped out of his thought and looked down at the boy, blue eyes staring tiredly at the god.

"Something wrong?" The boy asked, rubbing his eye.

No he wasn't his enemy anymore. He was something much more. He was his prince, his angel, his pain in the ass, his light of his darkness.

"It's nothing Daisuke."

His Daisuke.


Star: Don't ask me where the idea came from but it was just there. It just popped out of nowhere and I have so many more ideas with this. I hope you guys liked it.