inferno
by changeline
Summary: Yuuichiro is cast down to hell. And Mikaela will stop at nothing to get him back.
Warnings: Rated M for violence, depictions of hell, and sexual encounters.
Author's Notes: I do not own Seraph of The End. This work is un-Beta'd.
Prologue
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Yuuichiro vaguely remembers his descent to hell. His final battle in the Vampiric war ended with Ferid's sword embedded through his heart, the dark feathers of his wings scattering across the continent thus leaving him powerless, sprawled alone in the battlefield where he breathed his last. Yuuichiro gnashes his teeth in frustration. Next time, Yuuichiro will not hesitate to dash that vampire trash's brains against the rocks.
"Alas, there will be no next time," Asuramaru sighs from his place draped across Yuuichiro's shoulder. "Unless your sheer bullheadedness can blast that brat into the gates of hell to settle your scores."
Yuuichiro ignores him and continues to glare daggers at the forest floor. They've been wandering the shadowy darkness of this forest for days, a dark wood which has fallen quiet from the silence Yuuichiro has bequeathed unto every hellish beast that fell in his way. Yuuichiro should be glad, he supposes, that his Cursed Weapon came with him during his fall from grace.
Asuramaru had run a gentle hand over Yuuichiro's cheek when he awoke to the darkness of the caves, "Your soul is something I cherish, Yuu. I would be remiss if I were to abandon my dues."
Yuuichiro did not understand how Asuramaru had any use for his damned soul, but the Cursed Weapon's vitality shines like a lantern in the blackness and casts a guiding green light over his path. Yuuichiro would not question Asuramaru's convictions for staying with him for fear of walking alone and in the dark.
"And only together could we survive this place. I am demon only in this realm and a bound one. Now that I've chosen to follow you, though fallen: a seraph and the strongest of forms here, your scattered powers remain augmented through me and we are untouchable."
Yuuichiro digs his hand into his chest over the imaginary wound of his demise. Bitterly, he murmurs, "What good were my powers when I've failed at protecting the ones I love most?"
Asuramaru scoffs, "How naive! The consequences of your martyrdom are far graver than your pathetic guilt," Asuramaru turns away to mutter under his breath, "Although, I should be unsurprised by your blindness, given your history." And let the matter drop.
Luckily, they happen along a paved road leading up to the incline of a great mountain. Upon reaching the peak, there erected were the great gates of hell which stands even taller than the reach of Asuramaru's dim light.
'Abandon All Hope, You Who Enter Here," the inscription above the gate reads.
And both seraph and demon are welcomed by the creaks of the opening gates.
They head in.
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three days earlier
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The Advent of a New World is nearly upon them; it has been prophesized.
The sun of the Dying World rises and it casts luminious rays upon the two beloved still ensnared in each other's embrace. Mikaela secretly resents the rising sun and pulls Yuu flush against his naked body.
For soon, it will be time again to don the destinies bestowed upon them by birth.
Soon, it will be time again to fight for the world that has forsaken them both.
Soon, Yuu will deny his humanity and Mikaela will betray his vampire blood.
But for now, the day has not begun for Mikaela until the very moment Yuu wakes from his slumber.
Therefore, until then, Mikaela dreams of Yuu and the promise of their New World.
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tbc