Started playing RO again to calm down during exams. I was going through Kiel Hyre quest and it got me thinking about a story idea. Thus, Aliot no Kodoku was born. I believe Kodoku means "Loneliness" I'm not so sure. Just so you know, this story is written as if Ragnarok was actually a world, not as if this is a player playing the game.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the storyline.

This story mainly revolves around the RO monster "Aliot" and his history. Pre-warning, this is all completely made up. This isnt actually how Kiel Hyre is like, this isn't how Aliot and Alicel are actually like. I made this all up. The pairing for this is MonsterxMonster, also as a pre-warning. Ah well, enjoy

"Aliza…Aliza…You are…Aliza."

"No I'm not! Stop it! Get away from me you filthy monster!"

Screams of terror echoed within the hollow corridors of the bio-labs. A single white-haired man rushed down the halls, sprinting at full speed. Trailing behind him were several strange, soulless beings, blood coated weapons drawn before them.

"I'm going to die…" The man muttered as he struggled to continue running. All he really did was hide within an open sewer tunnel to shield himself from the rain. He had no idea that he would end up within this inescapable hell.

That was all he could run. His body gave out in exhaustion, ignoring his pleas to move. His screams filled the air once more as blades cut into his body mercilessly. Moaning in pain, he foresaw his death on the cold floor of the bio-labs. His eyesight began to fade as his body became limp on the floor.

In instant, mere seconds before he lost consciousness, there was a loud, ear-shattering sound of metal. His eyesight had faded too far, all he saw was a giant silver figure and a pair of large, pitch black wings separating him from his attackers.

"Ah!" He shouted as he bolted up from the bed. Frantically, he looked around for his attackers, "Wait a second…" Looking around, he noticed that he was in a hotel room, a very fancy one too.

He glanced down at his body noticing no wounds at all. His body was fully rejuvenated and brimming with energy. However, he was still in his ragged, blood soaked, dress shirt and torn up dress pants. Swinging his feet over the side of the bed, he began examining his surroundings.

"Was that all a dream?" He murmured under his breath. The solid proof that it happened was the state of his clothes, "No, can't be. How did I end up here?"

He knew he was broke. He'd been wandering the world of Rune Midgard living off crumbs and sleeping in the wild. There was no way he could've afforded a room like this. Still…what had happened to him?

His head lowered, running through his thoughts, he remembered something before he blacked out, "Those wings…" Did an angel save him? He doubted it. Why would an angel save trash like him?

"Aha! So you are awake, finally," An elderly man with a bushy brown mustache and graying brown hair walked in. He wore an elegant uniform that resembled one of a butler, "You've been asleep for three days!"

The man turned to this elder man, "Excuse me but…who are you? Did you save me?"

The elderly man bellowed with laughter, "I'm a servant here at the Lighthalzen hotel. And no, I didn't save you."

"Then, do you know who did?"

A large smirk appeared on the elderly servant's face, "The silver haired witch." He shook his head in disbelief, "It was the rarest of all sights! This was rarer than seeing a baphomet fight dark lord! The silver-haired witch, the apathetic princess that cares for no one...was carrying in a near-dead man. Hell, she even paid for your fees. She paid a week worth for you. Anyway, you must be hungry." He dropped a large platter of food onto the desk next to the bed, "Eat up. She paid for this too."

Without waiting, the man stuffed the food into his mouth.

"Hey kid! Slow down!"

The man swallowed and looked up at the elderly servant, "I'm sorry. I have to ask you something though. How does this…silver haired witch look like?"

"I only caught a small glimpse of her when she came in. I've heard of her from plenty of people but only once did I look at her directly. Long silver hair like her name, silver shawl, silver dress, everything was silver. She wore a Valkyrie helm, a really rare helmet might I add. There's only a few in the world and the majority of them are worn by powerful monsters."

"Does she have wings?" Butting in rudely as the servant talked.

"Yeah, large black wings, like a crow's. She'd look just like a real Valkyrie if her wings were just a little different." He chuckled a bit, "A Valkyrie from hell maybe…"

Swallowing a lump of bread, he looked up at the servant again, "What?"

The servant shook his head in disbelief, "You mean you never heard it before?" The man said nothing, "The silver-haired witch wanders Rune Midgard and she doesn't harm anything. People say she's never killed a monster in her life. However, even if you were dying, even if you were being chased by blood-thirsty monsters, even if you were hanging from a cliff, she won't save you. She'll watch you die. You…you are one hell of an exception." The servant paused, almost in fear, "Her eyes…those piercing green eyes. They were like…staring straight at a monster's eyes." The servant stood up and stretched, "Oh well then, I better get back to work." He pointed to a pile of clothing, "There, she left you some clothes."

The man nodded, first picking up a shiny blue shawl with golden lining. The servant gasped in surprise as he saw it. The man turned to him, "What?"

"That's…a Morpheus Shawl!" He shouted in surprise, "Holy…crap! She left you that? Those are…crazy rare!" He looked through the rest of the clothes left over, "Aw, just normal clothes and this rosary." The servant chuckled, "You are one lucky boy." He turned to the door, "Maybe the silver haired witch has fallen for you." He muttered with a chuckle.

The man stood up, "I'll be leaving today. I want to look for her."

The servant laughed again, "Ha! Good luck. The witch leaves no traces of her movement and she never talks to anyone. But then again…you are rather special to her, aren't you?" The man said nothing, "Anyway, tell me your name. I might be famous if I know the name of the only man that could connect with the silver haired witch."

"My name is Aliot."

Please forgive any grammatical errors or word errors, when I type, I'm really bad at keeping track of what I typed. Please review!