Chasing White Rabbits
Summary: The Mad Hatter becomes engrossed with a strange human girl. What begins as a break in a routine to destroy the perfect exemplar of a human and protect hell by any mans necessary, ends in the unloved to be loved. But this love soon fails, for a fallen angel could never be loved nor love.
Note: Belial is a WO-man (well, as woman as an angel can get). No question about it. She has no male parts (if you know what I mean, *winkwink*). So, henceforth, Belial will be referred to as a "she".
It should also be noted that this is un-beta-ed, so far. Really, I just posted this chapter to see if I can get anyone interested into beta-ing it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, nor do I own Jefferson's Airplane's White Rabbit. And yes, I do believe Mr. Carroll was smoking Opium while writing Alice's Adventures.
Prologue
Through the Looking Glass
Belial stood by the glass casing, letting her fingers slip against the cool glass, tracing gentle patterns. Though the occupant could not feel the gentle caress of her weathered finger tips, Belial imagined feeling the occupants flesh through the layers of glass, unidentified liquid and years of artificial living. A cat's cradle of string lined the case, which then traveled to the occupants flesh, pumping fake verve into the occupant who would otherwise been dead-as-a-doornail.
It was a silent romantic moment that died along with the occupant's necrosis flesh. Asmodeus decided to grace his little Butterfly with his charms and attempt yet again to inflict some sort of emotion upon Belial's emotionless face. Far too long has it been since he had invoked some discomfort in her soul. He would take pride in those moments; seeing the mighty Belial fall to his feet. It would only take a short moment before Belial would regain her pristine composure, but would leave Asmodeus so satisfied all the same. Strange how love and hate, being total polar opposites, could collide at times and be confused for the same sensation.
"Good evening, my dearest Butterfly, "he began to gnaw at her fleshy wound. Though she pretended not to hear his words, he knew she would hear this, "enticing your own butterfly out of her cocoon? Tragic she's knocking on heaven's door." Belial's breath was winded from her for a split moment before she realized what cat-and-mouse game Asmodeus was constructing. She wouldn't let herself become the mouse.
But neither could Asmodeus let Belial become the cat, "Down the rabbit hole she goes to drown in her own sea of tears, "gently he held Belial in his arms, his mouth pressed against her ear,"oh little Alice, little Alice, how cruel this Mad Hatter can be."
Belial took her elbow into his stomach, hissing venomously as he hacked, "dare to touch One without One's permission again and One will have no choice but create you a soft grave."
Belial looked to her frozen darling, her hair fluttering in a timeless motion. Yes she would forever be her little Alice, lost in Wonderland forever and never to return to Heaven. Belial mused whether-or-not she should become the incarnation of Greed instead.
VERY short, I know. Just a little taste of my fanfic, just to see if anyone's interested in beta-ing it or interested in the story itself. Let me know what you think of e-mail me with any in-depth pointers at: project_hypocrisy (at) hotmail (dot) com.
--Project_Hypocrisy