Black Angel Raven

by April952

Ritsu died hating love, he became the famous Demon, Black Raven. Takano was born an Angel and is the leader of Angels. War between Demons and Angels has come. What will Takano do when he finds out that the Black Raven is his Mate? Will Ritsu give love another try? or will he be ruined by it once more? (There is now a Sequel. My Angel)

1. Prologue

Hi! This is my first story so go easy on me! I hope you enjoy! and yes there will be Lemon...later on xD

Disclaimer- I do not own Sekaiiichi Hatsukoi & Junjou romantica Characters.

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Black Angel Raven

Prologue

160 B.C. Ritsu's Last thoughts…

Blood pooled around me, giving me warmth as my body slowly turned cold. I laughed a little at myself, I was actually grateful for blood? What a fucking joke.

My heart beat rapidly making my hands shake, but I on my own was calmed, uncaring even, as I wished for death, wanting to be away from the humiliation, the grief, the hate that has accompanied me since the day my family died in from of my eyes.

They picked me up from the floor and roughly pulled my hair to look at the man I gave my life to. These men reeked of sake, they had women chained to the side, screaming, begging to be set free. Gold painted with blood from the people I killed, that I won for the freedom of the man I loved, stood off to the side mocking me. These pigs cared for nothing and showed no mercy.

They laughed at me, watching me bleed out, cheering as they took down the man who was feared by all. The man I thought I loved held the knife that plugged me from behind, laughing his ass off. He presented the knife to a large crowd I couldn't see behind me, raising the knife over his head as if presenting a treasure. I was broken because of him. A monster created by this so called 'love'.

I was nothing but a tool to use in war.

My body started to burn, as if I was engulfed in fire. I struggled to breath, my lungs felt like nails were scratching on the inside. I believed that hell was already greeting me, clawing at me, dragging my soul deep in the pits of hell. I coughed blood; I knew I didn't have long.

I pitied myself, was this all there was to life? Was this my fate?To wash my hands with blood day in and day out, to watch as I tore away families like mine was torn away from me, to watch as the man I trusted and loved turn against me? Was this it!?

I watched as my lover looked down at me and plunged the knife strait to my heart, killing me.

The hate I had gave me the strength to smirk at him, silently telling him that I will be waiting for him. I'll be the one to see him in hell and torture him. He took out the knife, a look of unease marrying his features.

My last thoughts: Hell is only my beginning.