Fallen
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own some of the characters, organizations and terms used in this story. They are owned by the members of the Sad Star Soldiers club in Deviant Art. mmhmm…..
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Prologue
Once upon a time, in a small town far south--southeast to be precise, lived a little girl named Mary. She was no ordinary little girl...she was gifted. Or cursed as some of her neighbors would say.
She had this unique ability. She could hurl anyone into her darkest dreams through sheer will if Mary didn't get what she wanted. Many branded her a demon child due to all the terrible things she did to others since they didn't like what Mary told them to do. No, Mary wasn't a very spoiled child; all she ever wanted was a little attention...
You see, Mary's parents were always on business trips, and never had the luxury to spend some time with Mary. Even her 2 siblings were too busy to play with her. She grew up more cold-hearted and selfish with each passing year whilst her hallucinating ability grew even more intense.
At the age of 11, various complaints and a rise of suicides within the village made Mary's parents worry about their dear child, and her harsh actions. They spent days trying to bond with their daughter, attempt to regain time lost, but alas, years without the warmth of their love caused Mary to close herself from everyone, even her own family. Her parents even sent her to many psychiatrists, and spent a huge fortune on treatments. But none of them couldn't unravel the mystery of the cloister that is Mary's mind.
Searching endlessly for a cure for this dreaded curse, Mary's mother was eventually driven to madness and decided to relieve herself from all the sorrow and woe that has befallen on her. In the end, Mary's father didn't take it too well.
2 years have passed since her mother's death. Mary's 13th birthday came, yet it wasn't as cheerful as most birthdays should be. Rain clouds ruled the sky as Mary walked to school. She would usually sit in the corner of the classroom and look at her classmates chatter and gossip away to no end. Oh, how she envied those girls constantly surrounded by companions or followers…"friends"...She never had any friends at that school, or any place at all for that matter.
After classes ended, rain began to drizzle as the students scurried to their parents, while some students would prepare themselves for their daily bullying routine for Mary. But one foolish boy's prank went a bit too far and harmed her in the process. He threw a sharp rock and accidentally lacerated Mary's forehead, just below the scalp. She slumped on her knees and whelped from the stinging sensation.
Bleeding profusely, Mary stumbled through the streets of the village, calling for help. No one...not one single denizen or passer-by answered her pleas.
She stumbled towards her house, her vision getting blurrier by the second. A shrill scream broke out from within the walls of her home. The startled girl rushed inside to see what happened, only to find out that her father too went insane and killed her 2 sisters.
A grimace crept on his face as he wiped the blood off the murder, weapon, an old kitchen knife partly rusting near the hilt. The mad man turned to face Mary with a spine-chilling expression in his dark eyes.
"If only...If only you never existed," he snapped. "Yes, you should never have existed, you wench...All that happened to our family….Its your entire fault."
He lifted his finger and pointed violently at poor Mary, accusing her of such injustices.
His words greatly struck Mary. As anger began to engulf her heart, she began to contemplate on his statement. Who ever made him a judge of who should exist or not? If she shouldn't exist...Mary believed that no one else should.
Mary's father tightened his grip on the blood-stained dagger and lunged towards the stunned child. Then all of a sudden, time stood still.
Justice…
A deep voice spoke as Mary stared upon her seemingly inevitable doom. She did not fear the voice…The voice sounded strangely familiar.
Impose Justice….on those unworthy…to tread upon this land…
Upon hearing these words, she stood up, her fear slowly melting away.
If the Light shan't help you, Darkness will be your only Saviour.
An evil forced flowed into Mary and slowly formed a large fearsome sword with strange markings inscribed into the smooth raven-black blade. She glanced down at the mysterious weapon.
"…Black Zenith," she whispered, as if calling the name of a memorable friend.
She then lost herself in a frenzy of rage and fury...A deadly flurry of emotions. The lives of her father and all of the villagers, innocent or not ended that day. Her judgment was that they all deserved it.
A few days later, officials from a somewhat nearby area came to investigate the ghost town smeared with blood—a terribly gruesome sight. They confirmed that neither witnesses nor survivors were spared from the horrid massacre.
Whatever happened to Mary you ask? Well, you can say that she finally found new friends in the shadows. But enough of that story, that happened long ago. I'm with the Hell Angels now. Yes…I'm the little girl that decimated my "beloved" town Belvedere. I'm Mary.