I don't have anything much I want to say in particular about this fic, yet. *wink* You peeps just have to keep reading . This first chapter is pretty boring, but it gets better as it goes on. As I promised, this fic will be Happy! I do NOT own Escaflone! I DO like DilandauxVan! Oh, and this chapter is terribly short. Just bare with me, and I'll try really hard to pick up the pace. Any-who, Welcome to my fic.
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A silver-haired boy kneeled in submission before the Prince of Darkness. His lips trembled at the sheer presence of the being before him. Indigo fires crackled on the cool stonewall in between the intricate ageless tapestries. The long halls, meant to host thousands of hell's legions, were empty. Save this boy and the Son of the Morning, not even vermin stirred.
The prince was smiling, an overly ornate goblet sat to his right waiting to satiate his thirst again. He was considering making this demon fledgling one of his choice servants. He had stubbornly completed every last task appointed to him. Lucifer saw no reason not to give him the honor; his beauty alone carried the possibility of keeping souls from the detestable arms of those above. However, Lucifer wanted him for himself, he had taken a certain liking for the fair skin and fiery eyes of the child. New things were so fun to play with.
A drop of sweat rolled down between his eyes, beside his mouth and off his chin. It was now or never that he could be made to personally serve the Lord of Flies. It was quite an honor that he had even made his private audience. He had come dressed in his best. A lovely red linen tunic and loose black silk pants that stopped above his ankles, he'd decided to don a gold and ruby engraved pair of sandals. For jewelry, he'd bedecked himself in numerous plinking gold bracelets on both wrists, matched with a gold diadem circling his head. A black leather belt precariously rested upon his hips, while tiny precious gems lined his ears. He had folded his massive leather wings behind him, in respect of the Figure of Seduction in front of him. He hoped to achieve the freedom that serving the Lord would bring. He was tiered of serving only the repulsive dukes and duchesses of the underworld. His eternity rested in the hands of his Master. The demon child exhaled slowly trying to appear cool and collected, regardless that his every thought and action was being read and judged.
"I invite you into my privet service, Dilandau Albatou of Thanato-Ate. Come unto me."
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In the silver and alabaster City of Light, a knight of the high heavens was being crowned at that very same moment. His achievements were great, and his countenance was noble and pure. Many souls had he brought into the Light of the Lord and saved from being lost into the dark. Today he was being inducted into the special order of Caeli, a round of angels dedicated to protecting children of God on earth from the select of Diablo's minions. This lovely angel stood tall next to Raphael, wearing the white robes of those serving the Holy One. The crowd rose their right hand in support of the decision of the high Council of Angels to make Allen Shezarel* a Heavenly Knight of Caeli, every one was in agreement. The throng dispersed back to their duties and Raphael turned to Allen to give him his next assignment.
This one sounded simple enough. A brand new Demon had been ordered to earth to bring a certain favored soul back to hell. Allen's chore was to make sure that the mortal stayed in the light. That part Allen had done many times over. The difficult aspect to consider was that they possessed no knowledge about this new demon. It could be incredibly strong and persuasive and heaven dared not risk a less talented angel with this task. Also, Allen would also be required to do something he had never done before, take on the guise of a mortal man and befriend his subject, for the demon would take on a mortal body as well. This was going to have to be played out very carefully. Many angels who had been privileged to protect and serve in person on earth had fallen. Allen vowed to himself that he would once again see the City of on High; nothing would make his sight stray from his duty. He said a prayer and reluctantly shed his pure white-feathered wings and descended to earth.
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A raven-haired pitcher tossed the ball in his hand once for measure, and then let it leap from his hands at 80 miles per hour. The batter hadn't even known that the ball had been tossed and he struck out. Van was the best thing to have ever happened to the baseball team at Columbia River High. He could run like the dickens, true, but his worth lay in his pitching abilities. The coach had clocked his fastballs at up to 90 mph before; it had almost brought tears to her eyes. The crowd went wild! Popcorn and peanuts flew everywhere, Van had once again single-handedly won the game. He simply smiled and walked off the diamond with his fellow teammates. Playing baseball made him feel good, but it wasn't his first love. In fact, he hadn't decided what he really liked yet, but it definitely wasn't baseball.
Van drifted in and out of the teaming crowd easily enough after he had changed out of his uniform. He imagined himself to be very plain, ruddy, with messy black hair and dull brown eyes, not even very tall. It was better that the other players got the girls, he didn't need their problems right now in his life. Things were too stressed at home as it was. He passed by his locker in the empty hallway, he debated whether or not he really wanted to do his geometry homework. It was late in the afternoon, and the low hung sun shone diluted light into the windows to his right. The sunset always made Van sleepy, or maybe it was that he had just played a rigorous game? The light warmed him up and made him tingle all over, it was cold outside despite the sun being out. He slipped his hands into his pockets and kept walking. A large gust of wind blew the trees into a frantic dance and sent fiery leaves all over the sky. Autumn was Van's favorite season because of the leaves that he could crunch under his shoes, besides all the pretty colors that they turned into. It was a pity that the trees had to die in order for such a vivid display of colors to be made, he supposed that they wanted to go out with a bang. He made a small finger gun with his hands and shot it off.
"Bang," ~I want to go out with a bang, when I die~ Van thought to himself ~and not just lie in bed, old and feeble like a dog that has to be put out of it's misery. That's not going to be me~.
Van felt a presence behind him and he spun around. His eyebrows shot up in surprise that a boy, about his age, had been able to creep down this hallway without his even noticing. Albeit, he was a very strange boy with gray hair and red eyes. ~The odd things people can do with contact lenses~ This boy had a dark presence about him, something in Van warned him about this character.
"Hey, Van. Whatcha doin' tonight?" the words seemed to slither out of his mouth without him even moving his lips.
Van blinked, confused as to how this guy could know his name; did he go to this school or something? He opened his mouth to tell the weirdo off.
"If tonight isn't going to work, then how bout next week. Tuesday, when you don't have practice. My name is Dilandau, but you call me whatever you want, Van. You really should come with me, you could have so much fun getting to know new people. You don't look like you have too many friends, do you Van?" Dilandau kept talking, not even letting Van sneak a word in sideways. There were some subjects very close to home he started touching on that he had no business knowing. "I'm sure your brother wouldn't mind if you came with me Tuesday, he works that night and you'd be stuck alone in the house anyway. Your brother thinks you need more friends, Van. So how 'bout it? We could meet here, like we are now, Van," Dilandau kept edging in closer into Van's personal bubble.
Dilandau kept his silky tongue flowing endlessly into convincing Van to come with him. Van stiffened when he felt the glass window bump into him from behind. Still Dilandau slid closer until their faces were almost touching. Van pressed back against the window as hard as he dared, he had nowhere to run. Dilandau's arms pinned him from the right and left. Van was a bout to duck and dash away when Dilandau pressed his whole body against Van's.
"Come on Van, it'll be fun. Just promise me you'll be here and I'll let you go. It's just a little party, what are you afraid of?" Dilandau rested his head on Van's shoulder and continued whispering into his ear. He was about to take Van's earlobe into his mouth when Van finally responded, "Fine! I'll go! Just get off of me!"
Van whipped his head around back and forth, but the fag was nowhere to be seen. A draft carried papers and a voice down the hall. Van wasn't so sure as to what had actually happened. Maybe the school was haunted, who was that? Dirado? Dylan-do? That was just too weird, Van made haste to get out of the school and out to the parking lot where his brother Folken was waiting to pick him up. He hurried into the car and they pulled away.
"I'm sorry I missed another one of your games Van. I really with I didn't have to work so much," Folken looked at Van and could tell he wasn't in a talking mood. "Did you win the game? I heard from the coach that you've got quite an arm, that you're at the professional level. I know our Mom and Dad would be proud of you. I'm proud of you Van."
"Folken," Van turned to look at his brother, "What should you do when you're not sure about something?"
Folken laughed, Van was always making Folken laugh. "That's very vague question, Van, but I believe would follow my heart in the matter. In life, your heart can correctly determine the most important decisions. However, if you feel like divulging a more particular question, I might be able to give you a clearer answer."
Van turned back to stare out of the window, there was no way he was going to stress his brother out by telling him what happened that afternoon. Van was already too much of a worry for his brother anyway. Van wanted to just run away so that Folken only had to worry about himself to take care of. Ever since their parents died, Folken had been taking care of them both, working three jobs just to pay rent and put food in the fridge. Van felt like some kind of leech that just needed to leave. Only the radio kept things easy in the car while Van brooded and Folken fretted over the emotional state of his brother.
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Woo! That was Really short! And I added an 'el' onto Shezar because that means 'of god' pretty much. It'll take me awhile to write the next chappie, due to school, but until then, please review and tell me what you think! I live for reviews in my mailbox! Thanx so much for reading and reviewing and putting up with my demented mind! Moo!