There was always something about him... That made even the kind baker boy in him seem dangerous. I know Sister Maria was very angry when I skipped lessons and went for walks with him over the grassy hills. Funny, how I was so sweet one day and wild the next. "That boy!" she used to say when I mentioned him. "Avaric, you stay away from Agape. You only bring trouble!" scolding him she turned away and escorted me back to classes. I wanted to give my faith to Him but I could just as easily do that and be with Avaric."They don't understand," he said "I'd rather laugh with the sinners, than cry with the saints. Only the good die young, babe."
Mother didn't approve of him either. She always cursed him, "All he can give you a reputation." she'd tell me. I was 17, and I was finishing school as a nun in-training. "So, they showed you a statue and told your pray, built you a temple and locked you away. They never told you the price it could pay, the things you might have done." He was so against me becoming a nun, that Avaric. I suppose if it weren't for him I wouldn't have known the meaning of "live life to it's fullest" before I got sick. I died at the ripe old age of 20. Mother, Sister Maria, and everyone else who wasn't a big fan of him, blamed Avaric. That He had let this happen because I strayed from His path. Something that contradicted the religion and was oh-so human to do.
I wanted to wait there at The Gate for him. But, I couldn't. Just as I entered into that Gate, I saw him. Approaching The Gate he stood as the doors swung open. He stared blankly with wide eyes and a horrified look on his angelic face. I reached out to him and grasped his hand. He pulled me with all his might towards our side. Then, just as I was about to be released from the grips of The Gate I blacked out. When I awoke I was in agony. With blurry vision I looked at his mangled hand that I once had a hold of and a woman tending to his wound. "Dante, please help her. She's so... uncomplete. Please- ahh!" he gasped in pain as the blood gushed from his wound. "Avaric... It hurts." I managed to let out words from the mangled jaw of this new body. The only thoughts running through my mind were how much pain I was in. Then nothing. Stones hit the floor in front of me. Red stones that gleamed with the brilliance of millions of rubies. I reached out a bloody unskinned hand and touched them. A white light shocked my hand and tan skin once more covered my body. I reached for another and once more the stone gave off a white light and turned clear. Smoke of some sort rose from the stones and dissapated as it acended. The woman, Dante flinched and gasped. Finally, I felt complete and without pain. Dressed in a flowing white skirt and midriff tank top I stood up and stared into Dante's cold eyes. I was her height and we met eye to eye, only literally though. "Stay away from my-" his name had suddenly escaped me. Who was the man whom I so dearly loved? "-Greed." I stepped on the transmutation circle on the floor of the ballroom with a bare foot. It lit up a bright blue color and began to dissapear. He was already dead though. I couldn't bring him back. Jealousy flooded the woman's actions and Dante pushed me aside and clapped her hands, thrusting them onto the floor.
His lifeless body's flesh sunk into the floor and from the transmutation a bloody, unskinned, and imcomplete body rose. "Greed!" She shouted tossing the red stones at the mangled flesh "LIVE!" And it did. Slowly but surely it absorbed the stones and rose. Dante pointed a bony finger at me and with malice dripping from her every word she spoke "Kill her. NOW."
What once had been a rather light-hearted love story turned tragic. I fled from the house. He followed me in hot pursuit until I ripped a branch off a tree and WHAP! knocked him unconscious. When I began to walk through the town, I could recognize the faces but not put names to any of them. Whispers and gasps rolled off the lips of all of those around me. "She's alive." "That woman looks just like her." "Could he have done it?" "A devil has taken her appearance." they said in hushed voices which I could hear all too loudly. I left that town and didn't return for 140 years. I lost all memory of that place as well, of my life there, of those people, and I became a myth.
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Wind brushed past a young girl's face, she closed her dark brown eyes solemnly as she passed past the abandoned buildings. Gunfire and blue uniform clad military personnel rushed after her. Despite this, she walked down only this street. Scattered thoughts, voices, memories, and pictures cluttered her mind. The cold midnight air chilled her to the bone but all she could remember was soft meadows of marigolds and thyme and a boy. A trouble making baker's apprentice who loved her so. She felt a strange sense of deja vu in these thoughts.Two words escaped her mouth as the men caught up with her and began to apprehend her. "Divine... Right." She entire block glowed a horrible and terrifying red color. Then with a crash, hundreds of buildings fell to the ground and imploding she watched the military scatter. She emerged from the dust and rubble unscathed. A single tear found it's way down her cheek. "Why... why does such sadness ommit from this place?" She meandered down the road and towards a bar.
A devilish light lit the place and travelled from the depths of the lair up to the street. Clutching her burlap brown cloak around her shoulders she passed the place. Her heart beat sped up as she sensed the presence of another person lurking behind her. From the way the shadow that was cast by her side it was only a drunk, but men can be scary when they are not about their wits. She whipped around just in time to catch a glimse of a familiar face. It haunted her very thoughts the face of this man. "A- Agape." He stuttered and shook his head. His beautiful purple eyes enchanted the girl; then, just as they had finished gaping at each other 2 scantily clad women sauntered out and put their arms around him.
For some strange reason jealousy and anger flooded through her thoughts. The man smiled goofily and greedily and waved to the girl as he trotted back into the bar. "Sorry, miss. Must have been a mistake. You couldn't possibly be the person I'm looking for, she's been gone for a while." Something deep inside her wanted to punch those women and take him with her. "Yes. Only the good die young." She replied.
His footsteps slowed to a stop. "Excuse me?" He turned around and waved away the other women. "Oh, nothing. A bit of nostalgia now and then is all." She was truly interested in delving into a conversation with someone like him. "what's your name?" He asked, his tone was more interested than before.
"I don't have a name."
"You have to have a name, didn't you parents give you one?"
"I- I don't remember them. Or when I was young for that matter."
He gave her a quizzical look, "Was that explosion a while back, you?"
"To my understanding, yes."
"Then you are... Your name is Charity."
It did ring a bell, that name he had given her. "You're not leaving, are you?" he asked. This didn't seem like himself. He was unually docile and sweet to her. "I don't know yet. Do you have an extra room in that bar?" she asked, "Of course. Won't you join me in celebrating the freeing of the chimeras from Labratory 5?" he held out a hand and bowed. "You're awfully old fashioned." She took his hand and he led her inside. It was just as she suspected it would be, mobs of drunks, skanky women, and the occaisonal addicted gambler. All were sitting or lying around looking quite bored with stupid expressions pressed onto their faces.
"Oh, sorry I haven't introduced myself. I'm Greed." He led her down a hallway and towards the last room of the corridor. Knocking on the door twice, and then swinging open the door he presented her with a room. "Hope you'll be comfy here missy!" He took all of the things off the nightstand and tossed them out of the room. "Kimbley will have to sleep with the dogs tonight. Well, see you around!" His upbeat attitude had returned. Charity smiled and looked around, "This is certainly going to be interesting." She had lived in many homes before but never something like this.
((First chapter! Comments are loved. I don't own some of the quotes it's VERY influenced by Billy Joel songs. My philosophy is Greed IS BillyJoel. All of his songs seem to apply to Greed or CharityxGreed for some reason. Don't ask me. Once more, Thanks for reading lovelies!))