fallen

by dance of the angels

He has been watching over them for over a thousand years. It has been over a hundred years since they betrayed and tricked him. Law had been chased and hunted ever since. He had escaped them time and time again. Until one careless mistake lead to his capture. His capturer, however, is at a loss as what to do with the intriguing creature he now holds captive. KiddxLaw

1. He who governs Death

hey everyone, I've written this a long time ago, and it just really bothered me so in the end I just decided to put it here because it made more sense this way.

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Betaed by the incedible DarkSunrise19

Once upon a time, there was an angel. An angel more dutiful and loyal than any other ever was before. From the day he was born out of the night blue sky and it's golden stars, he had stood beside the lord of all. He stood watch over them of the realm down below and fought of the evils of the other world. But above all, he held the most important of tasks. The task of very death itself. To take the souls and guide them to the lords presence. He stood next to the lord as his left hand, he was known as the angel of death. But for a task this big, he was not alone. Twelve holy beings, angels who unlike himself resided in the realm down below, helped him. They too guided the souls of those who's days had stopped up to the lords realm. But the thing that made those twelve and him fundamentally different lied deeper than one can ever imagine. For he held balance with the lord.

Where the lord held the light of day he held the darkness of the night. Creation to destruction. Life to death. But by no means did that make him evil, no because for the light to shine you need the dark. And for creation to take place you'd need destruction. And most of all. One needs death, for a new life to be born. That was how he and the lord were connected in a circle of rebirth. Those two beings were needed to complete the circle. And since there was no life without death, he indirectly held both in his hands. That fact gave him the right to not only guide but also to judge. Who would live, who would die. When, how, why. All that laid in his and his hands alone. And that made his disappearance all the more disastrous.

All that is known is that one day he went to the realm down below and never returned. The lord and angels wept when they could not find him after an eternity of searching. In the end the lord blamed the inhabitants of the realm down below and in his rage separated his realm from it. Disease and plagues ravaged the now separated world. But, one thing changed the very fate of the now new born world. Ever since the beginning every soul carried a spark of the lords realm in itself. It brought out the best in them and granted eternal happiness even in death with the knowledge of rebirth. But however wonderful that may sound, its greatest gift was for them being able to feel, see and touch the 'veil' that covered the two realms. The magic, and all it brought.

Upon the separation almost everyone lost that spark. The inhabitants of the new world grew afraid of death without the knowledge of rebirth and dark feelings like hatred and jealously were born inside their hearts. They lost sight of the magic and were forever blind from the wonders taking place right next to them. Although the lord had separated both realms he still allowed the souls to enter and leave when they were ready. And as he watched them and the new world he still grieved for his friend and other half, because until this very day, he still hasn't returned to his rightful place beside him.