CHAOS, ASSASSINS AND GODS
Prologue:
El Diablo
Ancient, lovely Greece; a land where the gods ruled supreme and a place abound with myth, philosophy and beauty. The gods watched over the vast lands of Greece and protected them with their strength and grace. The gods could protect and bless… But they could also destroy and annihilate everything on a whim. However, they are reasonable and care for their people, and only the most atrocious of acts could provoke such a devastating reaction from them. Nobody in all the lands of Greece would be so foolish as to do such a thing… or so they thought.
The moon cast it's silvery glow over the small village of Karakura, basking everything with her pale luminescence. It illuminated the entire village, making everything seem to glow with life. A shadow flitted across the cold brick walls of the inn, unseen by anyone.
A tall figure dressed in black dashed across the streets of Karakura, his footsteps silent and quick. When he reached the short fence marking the border of Karakura, he pushed off the ground, gracefully leaping across it. He seemed to stop in midair, body poised perfectly to clear the fence and he hit the ground soundlessly in a crouch a moment later.
Finally, he straightened out of his crouch and the soft sound of his footsteps could be heard as he walked slowly along the dirt road outside the village. His feet pressed lightly onto the ground, leaving no impression on the dirt whatsoever. The only evidence of his passing was the soft sound of dirt and pebbles shifting under his shoes, the only sound around him.
A few minutes passed and he quickened his footsteps. Eventually, a small house appeared in a clearing slightly off the side of the road. The house was in darkness, except for a lone candle flickering in the living room. His lone figure pushed forward the door of the house, the door creaking in protest as it swung open slowly.
He walked through the hall, finally stopping at the beautiful hand carved mahogany kitchen table. That table had been painstakingly carved by his father for his mother, and he had searched for a long time and pulled many favors looking for such a huge piece of mahogany to make the table. It was now the family's most treasured possession, the sole reminder of their mother, who had passed on during a raid in their village. His hand trailed along the edge of the table, brushing past the intricately carved designs on the table-top.
His fingers followed the swirling patterns on the table, his brown eyes fixated onto the mess of swirls and whorls in the wood. He had always found them incredibly beautiful, the disorganized mess of designs on the table somehow chaotic, yet fit in so perfectly. He caught sight of his own image in the polished wood of the table and snapped out of his thoughts.
Two elegant hands reached up to pull off the mask, revealing a handsome young face. His face was angular, his cheekbones well defined. The sharp nose only served to bring out the beauty of his eyes. He had strong, determined chocolate brown eyes that could cut through you, cutting through all facades and lies and unveiling the truth of your emotions. They could turn into molten chocolate, and you would feel as if you could drown in his eyes and never surface again. What a pity that he scowled all the time, and that his eyebrows scrunched up and crumpled up his beautiful eyes.
Deft fingers quickly untied the bandana on his head, and long orange hair the color of the blazing sunset cascaded down his shoulders, free from the tight piece of cloth that held it up. His hair stopped just below the small of his back, gently waving down from his head. It waved slightly in the breeze blowing in from the window, lifting off his back and moving in the wind. He moved to the window, soundlessly sliding it shut and cutting off the wind. His hair stopped moving and came to rest on his back, the sunset orange of it comparable to nothing but the gloriously blazing sunset.
He walked back to the kitchen table, carefully removing the hidden blade attached to his wrist. He settled the retractable blade on the table with a muted clank, the matte surface of the blade refusing to shine in the faint moonlight streaming in the window. Suddenly, the faint sound of footsteps could be heard outside the kitchen. The footsteps stop just at the base of the staircase, and a quiet voice calls out, "Ichi-nii? Is that you there?"
A clear tenor replies, "Yep Yuzu, did I wake you up?" The man with the sunset hair walks quickly to the kitchen door, breaking into a light run as he catches sight of his little sister. Yuzu squeals and smiles as he hugs her. Yuzu just smiles sleepily at him, and he holds her hand and leads her up the stairs.
The mask lies forgotten on the kitchen table, its dark eyeholes boring holes into the ceiling of the house. The manic grin on its ceramic surface seems deranged, even demonic. The bold red stripes cut across the eyeholes, crossing the entire mask and making the mask even more terrifying. The bold red stripes create horns at the top of the mask, as if the wearer was a demon. It almost seemed like the mask could really see what was going on.
Anyone outside of that household would be scared shitless once they caught sight of that mask. For that mask only meant one thing. It meant that the end had come. For those who have seen it, have never lived to tell the tale. Everyone who has heard of the mask only knows of it by two words.
"El Diablo"
AN: Hello! This is my first story that I'm going to write seriously, and it might take awhile for me to update things as I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this story. I have a rough idea already, but it's still not for sure. Anyway, this could be counted as my first fanfiction! I hope you guys like the prologue, and I'm sorry its short, but i don't think that many of my chapters will be very long anyway. Please review? I know that the prologue doesn't actually tell you what the story is about. HAHA! Anyway, to find out what the story will be, please await my future chapters! :D
Bleach does not belong to me.
Oops, just did some slight edits to Yuzu's apparent age. Cause I realized it didn't fit in with the next chapter(which I'm already writing~). The next chapter should be up within a few days! :D changed the term 'Silent Death'!
