A/N I got this idea while watching 'Welcome to the Rileys' Yeah I have a weird imagination xD
Warning: Drugs,strong language,dark themes and possible lemon.
Also Chrono will be ooc for reasons.
Ages:
Rosette: 18
Chrono: Looks 18 to early 20s
Azmaria: 16
Remington: Looks in his 30s-40s
For your love I will go far,
I wanna be wherever you are
I know I'm coming back to you
Go Solo - Tom Rosenthal
Rosette's POV
2010...80 years since..everything happen. But it felt like yesterday.
When I turned 16 I began to remember it all; Aion,Azmaria,Joshua,Remington,Sister Kate,Satella...Chrono.
Where they all alive as well? The last thing I saw of Chrono was when he came bursting through the church doors after I waited 4 years for his return from battling Aion. I died in his arms that day and I left Chrono all alone.
And then I was reincarnated in 1992 with a family..with Joshua (who had also regain his memories) but he left for University and now I had a flat in New York on my own. Was there anyone else out there? Was anyone else alive?
Chrono...Where are you?
Normal POV POV
2:00 pm... Fuck sake, It's too bright in here. Chrono turned away from the sun and placed the stained blanket over himself.
Everyone died except Chrono, he had lived all these years being in solitude. Why? It was his punishment from Pandemonium after she had been revived she had banished him to Earth for all eternity and the worse part was that he couldn't die. He tried to kill himself multiple times; slit his wrists, gun shot,starvation,drug overdose..Nothing could kill him so he had no choice in the mater to live so he became a wreck of society.
He was now living in a quiet part of West Virginia in a small light blue gratified house with no electricity which was grimy and smelt of all kinds of drugs. Chrono sat up from his mattress (he didn't have a bed frame) and looked in the half smashed blooded mirror. His skin was pale now and slightly skinny with long ragged and un-brushed purple hair that went down to his back which was once beautiful and soft. His eyes were still bright red rubies but held a sad and soulful expression.
Chrono got up from the sheets wearing a ripped pair of jeans with a long white t-shirt which showed of his muscular yet pale arms that were slightly bruised and lighted up a spliff as he counted the money he earned last night. 'Only 65 dollars...that asshole.' Chrono sighed puffing out some smoke. He stretched his arms and neck revealing his hickies and possible bruises from last night and other nights before. Chrono had being doing this 'job' for almost 3 years now, at first he liked it, it made him feel alive but after a while he hated it but he was too much of a lost cause to get any other kind of job. He gave up on life but he didn't know why. All he could remember was some nun that was always by his side named Rosette or something and some white haired devil. That was all. And not to mention a familiar name that often made Chrono feel calm and secure.
Rosette...
Chrono put out his spliff and lay back down on his mattress and closed his eyes from the sun. He mumbled as he heard footsteps in his house.
Not bothering to open his eyes he shouted: 'Fuck off,will ya? I'll pay the rent tomorrow.' No response. His landlord was an old drunken perverted man who was one of the owners of the 'Forbidden Night' strip club in town. Chrono was 3 weeks behind his rent which he only pad 400 dollars a month not to mention that how much Chrono got from his 'job' the landlord took 10%. The footsteps stopped near Chrono's mattress.
'I'm disappointed Chrono..the smell is revolting' The voice sounded husky and discussed.
'Who the fuck are you!?' Chrono said with his eyes open wide. The man was tall with short blonde hair with a prickly beard and blue eyes.
'You aren't the only one who's lived 80 years alone.' The man sat down on the mattress, Chrono just looked at him with an unamused tiresome expression.
'Look, I don't work in the day time even if you paid me more, so get lost!' Chrono said, becoming more raged.
The man simply ignored him. 'I guess demons don't have great memories... The name is Ewan Remington. I used to work at the Magdalene Order 80 years ago.'
Magdalene Order? That name felt familiar...Rosette...
'I don't fucking care! Just get out of my house!' Chrono stood up angrily, ruffling his hair. 'I cant remember shit from 80 years ago..' That was a lie.
Father Remington...Rosette... Small events began to play in his mind.
'Your vocabulary is truly appalling...' Ewan sighed deeply, Chrono just shrugged.
'Do you remember a girl who loved you so deeply? Made a contract with you? Stayed by your side till the end? Her name was Rosette Christopher.'
No..no! Stop remembering things! Chrono gave a small growl under his breath and rubbed his temple, flickering with the lighter agitated.
'Why the hell are you even here? I dont care what you've got to say.' Chrono tried to change the subject
'I'll tell you another time..but right now I need you to answer this question: Do you remember Rosette Christopher?' Ewan stood up.
Chrono lightly banged his head on the wall, his head started to hammer with pain of the past. He let out a long sighed and replied: '...I do'
There will be a lot more to come! I will definitely continue :3 I hope not a lot is confusing but everything will be properly revealed soon.!
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