DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BLUE EXORCIST OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. THEY BELONG 100% TO THE AUTHOR KAZUE KATO (AND THE COMPANIES THAT MAKE THE ANIME) THIS STORY IS PURELY FAN-WRITTEN AND I ONLY OWN ANY O.C. THAT APPEARS.

Author's note: So….aha…*nervous laugh* I'm finally putting something up… This is my very first fan fiction on this website, so please go easy on me?...*tremble* please? ^^;

I want to say THANK YOU SO MUCH for anyone who clicks into this story and takes the time to read it! I've been into Blue Exorcist for a while now. The moment I picked up volume one, I immediately fell in love with the characters and wanted to write a fan fiction for it!

Actually, although this is my first fanfic on this website, its not my first time spinning plots and characters. I'm fundamentally an artist, and I'm often sketching out ideas for comics/manga strips. I'm just trying to use words instead of pictures this time. xD You are always welcome to check my deviant account. I go by the same penname there.

A NOTE: The story contains OC x CANON. I'm aware that o.c. x canon might turn some people off, and I do not blame them. Some fan made characters turn me off as well.

However, I have tried as hard as I could to create characters that are well-rounded and flawed. I actually spent about a year developing/talking about them (and how the canon characters would interact with them) with my sister, The Fifth Champion. They each have a set personality and many faults. I assure you that none of them are secretly royalty or the most powerful being in the universe. No one's a fairy princess either, whether they are paired or not.

Rin Okumura is the overall hero of the story and Satan is the most powerful being. This will not change. I have worked hard to keep every canon character IC as well. Every time I come up with an idea, I think: "Would the character do this?"

I plan on the chapter point of views going in the order: Rin, Yukio, Arisu (an oc), then over again. As the story progresses, however, there will be chapters from other characters' point of views.

The story also takes place roughly after the fourth manga/ episode 16 of the anime. At this point, Rin's secret is out, people are avoiding him, and True Cross has a tight leash around him.

Oh, btw, what's listed down here is the prologue. Its supposed to be a little vague and confusing.

Anyway, thanks for reading! Here we go! Let the saga begin!

It was evidently clear that the woman beneath the earth held no soul.

And as one should know, with no heart came no sanctuary. Her actions and thoughts were an endless void, a cold boundary between bliss and hell, enclosed with old splintered locks. Neither warmth nor chaos resided in that empty chamber. Within the walls, she allowed her life to continue as it was-a series of endless gore, collecting, sewing, and gore. But the lady had a task, a purpose. Not that she cared much for it.

"…"

The kill brought no joy…..

The kill brought no pain…..

Even so, doll making was her specialty. Thus, the woman spent her time pressing her foot down on a rusted screeching pedal, watching as the needle of her sewing machine stabbed the material repeatedly, and blood occasionally spurted from the punctured areas. The "fabric" figurines were sewn dozens by the dozens, hour by the hour. Though, out of all the woman's creations, nothing held more significance than the doll on the bookshelf.

It was not the type of doll to be played with by children. Rather, the figure was a toy of malice and frequently brought on the laughter of death. It was a fleshy thing, the material made of skin. If held firm one could feel the doll's innards, a skeleton-a ribcage. The flow of blood pumped through its veins; slow breathing tightening its chest. The doll was truly a pseudo life…an imitation…a reflection…not the real thing…

Many others were imitations, meant to bring harm and control. But this one was untouched. There were no bruise marks on its body, nor were there pins in its neck. The doll was not nailed to a wall by the stomach. It merely sat there. From time to time the woman could hear laughter from its source. It was a happy, teasing laugh that was clearly not directed towards her. However, the woman was not bothered by this. Even so … the doll was everything, her beginning and end, the bane and cause of her existence. The very reason for the life she led.

That night, her reason went up in blue flames.

Thank you! Please comment if you can! ^^