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If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever. ~The Crow, written by James O'Barr, David J. Schow, and John Shirley, 1994
It was the scream that was heard around Macroid; it was even heard past the veiled that concealed Macroid in the neighboring town of Louisia. It wasn't a normal scream, it caused the hair on the back of your neck stand at attention; it even caused the war that was on going to stop. The warriors stopped their fighting and looked at their leader; the shadows that the warriors were fighting stopped as well, dropping to their knees, the scream was too much for them to bear.
In the center of the battle field was the leader amongst the warriors, down on her knees with a males head on her lap. Her whole body gave on giant shiver as another scream escaped her lips; it was louder than her first one, much more blood curdling. What seems like minutes were only a few seconds later she stopped her scream; she dropped her head so that it rested on top of the males. No one, but the leader sister heard her say, "Come back to me Cassilel, you can't leave me like this."
She mourned the loss of her fiancée very briefly before she picked up her sword again; her once sapphire blue eyes were now black voids. She wanted to kill them all, every single one of those Shade Walkers, but she never left that male side. She stood in that spot along with her sister and fought as many of the Shade Walkers as they possibly could.
The numbers of the Shade Walkers rapidly depleted as the war continued during the night; it was four hours after the war had started when it had ended, only ten Shade Walkers escaped. She wanted to go after them, she wanted to kill every last one of them even though her body was sore from head to toe, her voice no longer audible. Two warriors came and grabbed the deceased male, her sister was steering her away, but of course she wasn't going to the medical unit, she wanted to be with, she wasn't going to leave his side until he was buried in the ground.
It's been thirty long years; the males of Macroid have no male leader they go to. She, Raziel, sat upon the High Table in Lux Hall; everyone was dressed in all white with gold trimmings. Her twin sister, Azrael to her left and her mother Chaos to the right; the Hall grew quiet once she stood up; she looked around the room, her nails digging into the palms of her hands. She had to do this, whether she liked it or not, her people come from, her feelings last. Closing her eyes she breathed in deeply through her nose and let out through her mouth. Feeling the hand of her sister wrap around her small wrist caused her to open her eyes; she never been this nervous before, not even when she and her beloved Cassilel went on their first day.
Clearing her throat, she squared her shoulders and began to speak, "My beloved Angels, I know it has been thirty years since the Shadow War, its thirty years today. We usually wear all black this time of year, but no longer shall we be in mourning… especially me. Today marks the new change in not only my life, but yours as well," whispers broke out in the Hall, Raziel glared, she wanted to get this over and done with. She cleared her throat, "Are you done with the whispers yet? Can I continue talking or do any of you have anything else to say? No? As I was saying, I have decided that I will be mated again and I have already chosen who he is."
"My mate is Kassian or Rene Giroux," Raziel picked Kassian because the men liked, women adored him, and she won't admit, that she somewhat adored him as well. Kassian was up front, the shocked looked on his face cause Raziel to smirk. "Are you going to stand down there or are you coming up here to stand next to me?" Her remark cause those in the hall to chuckle, Raziel couldn't help but smile, her Angels are coming back to her, back to what they use to be before the war.
As he walked up the five steps the whole Hall grew quite, all you heard was his footsteps. Raziel watched as his shoulder length red curls swayed slightly as he made his way towards her. He stopped in front of her and smiled, Raziel could feel her face growing her hot; her blushed deepened as Kassian caressed her right cheek with his left hand. Standing at six foot, three inches tall, Kassian bent down a little as he pressed his lips to her forehead; Raziel closed her eyes, listening to the cheers of her people. When she opened her eyes Kassian was looking at her with so much adoration; she instantly felt bad, she knew she couldn't love him like she loved Cassilel; no one could ever replace him.
A/N: I know this is short, it's just the prologue. As you can tell, I changed a lot. I'm going with the flow instead of forcing it. So it may be a Percy/Raziel or a Kassian/Raziel or worst Percy/Azrael (Now you don't know if I'm serious or joking.. . bwhahaha.) Like I said, I'm going with the flow, not forcing it, I felt like I forced Percy/Raziel in the first one.