A/N: Again, you'll have to excuse my lack of updates and my constant stream of previews that may or may not make it to full blown fic status. I'm trying, guys, and the ideas just keep on coming. I may surprise you guys with something pretty soon, I promise. Just don't hold you breaths too further ado, here's this random thing.

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Disclaimer: if you think by now that I have the means to own Elsword or KoG, you are sorely mistaken. So, to avoid getting my ass sued to hell and then some, please understand that I have neither the means nor the intent to ever own a thing. All I have is a shitty tablet and these words that you now read. I seek to gain nothing but a means to increase my skill and for you, the reader, to enjoy this. That is all.

Prologue - Canta Per Me

Panting heavily as she knelt on the ground, the violet haired girl stared up hazily at the figure towering above her. She could not make out any features, save for two glowing red eyes, a scar and sinister smile. The world was swimming far too much, and the light far too dim to make out anything else. Whatever the person had said was lost to her, their words bouncing around in her skull and refusing to become clearer. She frowned resolutely at him despite this, refusing to show weakness, but one word struck her to her core and froze her from the inside out.

"Pathetic."

She gritted her teeth and tried to force herself to stand on her wobbly feet, but her knees would not give. She fought for the last of her strength, fought to summon something-anything that would allow her to get the upper hand. But nothing came, not even a spark. This earned a cackle from the figure, before her world went dark.

Waking with a jolt, the violet haired woman sat bolt upright, breathing heavily and clutching her chest. She stared around the room frantically, the familiar setting lost on her terror addled mind, before the sound of a none too happy dog came to her ears. With a sigh of relief and a look to her right, the annoyed looking Labrador gave an annoyed sigh before curling back up, facing away from her. With a soft giggle, Aisha pet her lightly. "Sorry about that, Lulu. Another bad dream." She spoke softly. She glanced at the clock a d frowned at the time. Only 2:30 in the morning and she had school in another four hours. Feeling as though she wouldn't Goff getting a peaceful rest, Aisha climbed out of bed and glanced at herself in the mirror across her room on the closet door.

She thought she looked pretty cute for her age. Her hair was getting long, but as long as she kept it in her signature twin tails,then it was manageable. At the moment she wore her sleep wear, just a simple purple tank top and black shorts. She supposed her figure was rather nice, if she stopped to look at herself clearly, and she was rather cute. She smiled often enough, and if she really tried, she could at least turn a few heads. But no one had ever seemed interesting enough. She wasn't vain or anything. Far from it. She just didn't have the time to date. Besides college, she also had her career to think about. Being a singer and going on tour took a toll on her social life more than most people would have thought. Not that she really had a social life to begin with. She spent all her time at home with her dog, composing music or staring out at the scenery that surrounded her single bedroom condo.

Well, that was a lie. She did go out at night, but not on dates like most girls her age. She went out to kick some ass.

Aisha was what the police would call a vigilante. When there was trouble that even the armed forces wouldn't handle, she was there yo save the day. It was a thankless job, but someone had to do it, right? And besides, lately things had been happening that only one that dabbled in the supernatural could handle. And she more than dabbled. She quite literally immersed herself in it. Though it wasn't really her choice to.

She hated to think that it was all thanks to a perverted purple bat that she was still alive today. Had she not been on her deathbed while battling a number of unknown diseases, she would not have begged so childishly for anyone or anything that listened, to give her another chance at life. To let her see the world, to fall in love. Anything than drown in the murky darkness that awaited her by the end of the day. How ironic that she now controlled that very same darkness. Her prayers had been answered by a being that claimed to be the lord of such darkness and told her that by forging a contract with her, he would erase her afflictions, and she would recover quickly. But she must appease his hunger and feed him 1,000 souls in one year. Or else her own life would be his.

That had been two months ago, and already she had claimed 100. The pace was slow, but steady. It seemed that evil souls were best for the demon bat, and thankfully Velder had no shortage of that. At night, when all seemed still and the world seemed to sleep, there lurked humans so vile and evil that they visited pain and suffering upon others. And she was there to reap their souls for the good of mankind, and to save her own life. It was selfish, true, but she didn't want to die either.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she made her way to the kitchen, ignoring the bat that sat upon her shoulder, his wings folded neatly against him as he all but purred, "I can sense your fear. You are angered to have been beaten so easily. Your hatred is most exquisite." Aisha shoved the bat off her shoulder as she put on a pot of tea and waited for it to brew. She busied herself to get out some treats to go along wth it, setting a small plate of cookies on the counter and pulling herself up onto the counter. "Tell me, child. Why are you so angry? Why do you hate that man? Is it because you thought my power absolute? Or perhaps it is because you have been proven wrong in your thoughts that you were invincible?"

"Can it, you fat bat. I don't want to talk about it." Aisha grumbled.

"Oh? But deep in your mind, I sense otherwise. You never are honest with your feelings, my dear. It is that dishonesty that leads you to live such a solitary life." The bat continued, causing Aisha to glare at him. "Dear me, I struck a nerve, have I? You say that you don't feel lonely, but even you long for the touch of another. To feel their lips on yours, their arms about your waist. You wish for intimacy, but yet you distance yourself from it. Truly, you are a confusing human."

"Can you not invade my mind like that? I may have forged a contract with you, but I didn't give you permission for that." Aisha frowned.

"Afraid I cannot. The fault lies with you. Unless you learn to form a barrier to keep me out, your thoughts project to me, whether you like it or not." The bat smirked. Aisha sighed. Great. Yet one more reason to dislike the demon bat. Cackling, Angkor simply replied, "Indeed, for you it is most annoying, but I find joy in your dilemma. I could ask for no better host."

"...I hate you."

"I am aware." Angkor grinned before vanishing in a plume of black smoke.