Sacred Angels
Chapter 1 Graveyard of the Damned
Rain is falling again. The darkened graveyard still seemed untouched by the cold wet droplets. This place had not been touched in many years. The dark forest grew up around this graveyard. The headstones were cracked and hidden by ivy.
The only reason this place remained untouched was because it was cursed ground. It was an unholy place.
But something dark has awoken from its slumber, as the unholy place is touched by another.
"Mr. Konorama! I don't think this is safe!" A nervous young man followed the doctor as he made his way through the woods.
Konorama had been studying magic and such things since he was a child. Recently, he had been reading about angels. One book had said something about three angels created, one dark, one light and one hell.
"Legend has it that while two angels are gone, one still remains in a graveyard in these woods." Konorama was determined to find this angel. He was crazed about it.
Shadows crossed and covered the headstones, shading them them from the two men's voice.
They stepped on to the graveyard turf and immediately, Chesca felt terror run down his spine in the run down his spine in the form of a shiver.
This place was sacred. It was a place meant to be untouched. Yet here they were, stepping into a land more sinister than hell itself.
"Mr. Konorama, we should leave." Chesca hissed.
"No! An angel resides here, but which one!" He had a glint in his eyes that could rival that of mass murderer on a killing spree. "Which one!"
He walked through the graveyard before stopping at a crypt. A cracked ivy covered cross rose above it. On the door frame were many symbols, one of which was the ankah or Egyptian sign for forever.
"This must be it." Mr. Konorama smiled like a kid in a candy store. His eyes wandered over the crypt again.
Chesca started to panic. He heard claws scrape across a headstone, yet he didn't dare turn around. He felt claws run against his neck, teasing him.
With that, the creature thrust it's claws through his neck and ripped out his vocal cords.
Mr. Konorama turned around just in time to see Chesca fall to the ground dead. The creature still held Chesca's vocal cords in its hand.
"Oh angel of darkness!" He bowed to the creature. "I am your humble slave."
"Heh." The angel stood before him. "Wrong angel." It forced Chesca's vocal cords down Konorama's throat.
The Demon angel of the cursed graveyard was again set free.
Miles away, a young red headed boy awoke with a start.
"Dark!" He climbed down from his top bunk and went to the mirror. An older purple haired young man looked back at him.
"Dark I..." He started but was cut off by his alter ego.
"I know." Dark seemed to be worried about something.
"What was it Dark?" Daisuke stared at him with a clueless look.
Dark sighed. "Daisuke, I don't...go to bed." He sighed without finishing.
"But Dark?" Daisuke whined. With that, he went back to bed. Dark watched through the mirror.
"Shinu..." He whispered. "Why now?"
Author's Note: Ok, first chapter up. I do not own D N Angel or its characters. Please read and review. Shinu means death in Japanese...yeah...