A/n: Oh god, finally! Man this is ANOTHER fic that I've been planning on writing for like….a week. (Laugh) ok 3 days, but what's the diff? All I needed was the time to write it…and the depressed mood for some inspiration. I just wanna say… (Sniffle) that I am soooooooo into writing this and I'm going to try my best to let you ppl enjoy it. It's a chapter fic ok…just trying to give ya heads up since everyone usually knows me to be a one-shot writer. The chapters….I don't know how many there will be and I'm thinking that I'll get lazy with this around the 5th chapter but I'll TRY to keep up with this…like a chapter a week or something….and I'm thinking this will only be 10 or so chapters….or even 8…like I said, I get lazy with chapter fics easily. So uh….I hope ya like…read on folks!
"Raining Retribution"
Chapter 1 In Tears We Tell
Dark clouds cover the bright glow of an ancient moon and the wind whispers words unheard by those who don't care to hear it. The scent of tears still lingers in the air trailing behind the owner of black wings and the owner of white wings chases the blackness away.
One quick beam of light flashes and all thoughts of the dark one come to a stop. It is quiet once again while the breathing of two angels keeps the quiet from becoming solid. Both beings…the dark…and the light…feel pain running through them. Though the pain was not only that of the physical, they suffer the pain of broken hearts, jealousy was overriding all emotions save for hatred.
White gloved fingers hold black gloved hands above a violet haired head. Two not quite innocents move restlessly inside the bodies of the fighting creatures. Golden eyes twinkle dangerously as they focused into now crimson pools of love and unshed tears.
An unholy smile appears. Fire colored eyes fill with confusion and a spark of hope. Golden locks tickle the cheeks of the young teen as a head rests against his shoulder.
"Let me help you," speaks the ice-demon.
A shuddering exhale and red eyes close.
"Are you sure you can help me," questions the once innocent child.
A feeling of emptiness and lust taints the air as the figure in white lets the leather hands fall, stepping back, the white clad figure holds out a hand with a warm smile and false kindness. Hesitant fingers lay themselves on the welcoming upturned palm and soon the corners of soft lips tilt upward. As the light led the innocence away the night becomes a witness to the tale of sinful pleasures and broken love.
Tears fall from both ocean blue and violet orbs.
The whisper of, "I'm sure I can," soon becomes lost in the blowing wind.
There lies the truth.
But none care to know...
As the tears keep on falling