{Tombé Dans La Luxure}

(This is an OC centric story!)

(Run away if you don't like OCs!)

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By: The Mistress and Phoenix-Of-Starlight

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Long black hair spilled over pale shoulders as the voluptuous sapphire eyed woman sat up in her bed before glancing over at the now dead man lying on the expensive silk covers. She sighed in annoyance while she stood up and walked over to the vanity. The mortals she took to bed lasted no longer than a few nights, but she couldn't help but smile as she remembered how wonderful he was, and beautiful to boot. His curly flaxen hair, chestnut colored eyes, and peach colored skin, 'Which is quickly fading to a chalky white.' she thought absentmindedly. As she fondly recalled his physical attributes she brushed out her long flowing hair and expertly gathered it and clipped it up in a fashion that would have looked sloppy on a mortal woman but on her created a beautiful effortless look that showed off her bare shoulders.

She gracefully walked over to the side of the bed the corpse was on before wrapping him in the top sheet and then picking him up with one hand like he weighed nothing before throwing the corpse in the bathroom to hide any smell that should appear. With that done she went to her armoire and pulled on a pure white dress that was strapless and tight on her ample chest then flowed around her body in waves and a pair of polished white boots that came all the way up to the bottom of her thighs, though you couldn't see them under the lovely dress. She checked her appearance in the vanity before throwing open her French doors and closing her eyes and soaking up the soothing moonlight before she leapt off the balcony. She fell and was a hairs breath away from hitting the cobbled street below before a massive set of blue tinted white wings burst from her back and caught the wind, effectively pushed her up towards the sky and into safety. She flapped her massive wings a few times and rose higher and higher until she was well above any of the building around her. She hovered there for a moment then dove forward and let her wings catch the wind so she could glide across the night sky.

She was gliding on the updraft when she smelled a demon and a reaper. Deciding to follow their scents and maybe find some entertainment or better yet a more durable partner she tilted her wings and dove to the right. She flew for about a mile before she saw two small figures on the roof of an old building attacking each other. When she got close enough to see but far enough away to remain unnoticed she could immediately figured out which one was a reaper and which was the demon. The demon was the obvious one. He was short with grubby black hair and grey skin and orange eyes. 'He's not good looking at all~!' She thought with a huff of disappointment. The form demons took in the human world were usually strikingly beautiful but this demon was fairly unattractive. But she found the other one made up for her earlier disappointment for he was quite beautiful!

He was short in stature but not comically so like the dull demon, he had the average length hair that boys of this time wore but the color was anything but normal. It was green like fresh spring grass, and if that wasn't odd enough; his bangs were a shocking pink!

'Some people would think his hair color was bright and annoying I bet, but to me it just seemed like a lovely contrast to his black suit and white shirt. It evened out his serious look; while the suit made him look somewhat older and professional the wild hair colors showed that he was young and vibrant! It was refreshing to see someone so exotic looking after having been with so many lovers with, though very beautiful, common features.' She thought with an imperious smile.

He was slender with pale skin and the traditional yellow/green eyes that marked all shinigami, making him quite the tasty little treat. And had any mortal seen these two fighting they would surely have marveled at the grim reapers agility and speed. He was dipping, spinning, dodging, and leaping out of the way of the long and obviously poisoned claws the demon sported. The fair angel couldn't help but think this fight was a bit unfair because the demon had his poisoned claws, his (probably) poisoned fangs, and now that she was looking, a demonic small-sword tied to his belt half-hazardly. She looked to the reaper and saw the only thing he had to defend himself was a palm sized push-dagger. While she knew that it held the same cinematic drawing powers other scythes had, it was also small enough to leave him at a disadvantage.

After watching the two interchangeably throw blows and surreptitiously dodge said blows for a while the angel started to become bored and she was about to leave when the demon managed to get past one of the cute shinigamis' blocks and took the opportunity to lash out with his claws and cut into the shinigamis' hand, causing him to scream in pain and drop his little dagger. Without his dagger the reaper was essentially helpless. Sure he was fast and nimble but he was defenseless and no matter how good you are sooner or later you're going to get tired.

The angel gasped in shock when the demon picked up the little reapers scythe and started advancing toward him with the obvious intent to kill him, because the only thing that could really kill a reaper was a death scythe. For her death was not at all uncommon, she had seen humans kill each other in so many amazing and diverse ways in all her years that seeing them perish now didn't even make her bat an eye, but the killing of an immortal was slightly difficult for her to watch. I guess you can liken it to humans not caring at all when seeing an animal or bug being killed but unable stomach seeing one of their own die, though she had no problem in killing another immortal but she avoided it if she could. Which meant since she had the ability to stop this (though really she just didn't want such a delicious looking young man killed) she was going to have to kill the horrible little demon.

The demon raised his hand and was about to bring it and the dagger it was holding down to end the reapers life when his entire hand was lopped off. There was a stunned silence as the demon and the reaper took a moment to analyze what had just happened and then the demon gripped his bloody stump and started yowling in pain before he regained his bearings and looked for who had attacked him. He didn't have to look far when he spotted the heavenly entity hovering near the edge of the roof. She raised the demons own small-sword making him blanch and use his good hand to reach for the sword that was there a moment ago but only felt the belt he wore. In that moment the demon knew he was in some serious trouble. He'd been well equipped to handle a single reaper but that was before an angel joined the fray and cut off one of his hands.

Deciding he was a little out of his league the demon made to flee for his life but made it no further than the corner of the building before he was brutally decapitated by the angel. His bloody headless body fell over the edge of the building causing quite the commotion from the now very scared humans below. The dark haired angel swiftly tucked the sword into her boot, picked up the shinigamis' dagger and placed it back into his hands, and then picked the shocked greenette up bridal style, causing him to yelp in shock, before she took to the skies in a flurry of pale blue feathers.

"Why did you interfere with my fight angel?" the grim reaper asked in a voice he hoped sounded stern and commanding though internally he was quite frazzled by the whole thing.

"I was perfectly fine and have defeated the demon easily." The angel said calmly with a serene smile.

"Well... sure, but it was my fight, and I could have handled it," the shinigami said stubbornly, turning his head away from her. The angel laughed lightly, noting with delight the red tint on his cheeks, and she continued to fly, not giving the reaper any sort of acknowledgement. "... Anyway, what if someone sees you? You are an angel, right?" he muttered.

"... Yes and no," she said after a while. "You, however, may call me Eden."

The reaper sighed. "My name is Rowan," he mumbled.

"Heh, I like you, kid, you're cute," Eden said happily. She created a portal, and flew effortlessly into it, soon touching down to the ground of the Reaper Library, causing quite a few startled looks from passing reapers. A couple even fled from the library, 'Probably going to tell a superior there was an angel in their library.' She thought indifferently. She let the young male down gently, and Rowan sighed as he stood up straight once again.

"Thanks... I guess," he sighed and turned to walk away. She grabbed his wrist however, and he looked back at her, confused.

"As repayment for saving your life, hang out with me whenever possible." The angel said with an eager smile on her beautiful face.

"And here, this is a little gift to you before I go." She said as she carefully lifted his injured hand to her lips and kissed his open wound and smiled and giggled while Rowan stared in awe as it closed seamlessly in seconds. Rowan looked up at her and was about to ask something when the large doors to the Library burst open and a tall dark haired reaper with slicked back hair and a pissy look on his face came striding in. He looked around searching for something when his eyes landed on Eden and Rowan seemingly holding hands.

"Would someone care to explain the situation?" He asked in a commanding tone.

Rowan and Eden glanced at each other from the corner of their eyes before Eden smiled and decided to milk this for all it's worth.

TBC!

A/N: Well here it is. This is a little something Phoenix of Starlight and I concocted while we were talking to each other. These are our OCs too. Mine is perverse angel named Eden and Phoenixs' is the colorful reaper. Hope you liked the first chapter!

~Mistress, XOXO