Prologue
Two hundred years of Hell. Feh! Two hundred, two thousand. What's the
difference? It is still not enough to kill me. But it is enough to wipe out her
existance. And for that, I will stay. She is like a drug. Addictive, yes. But
dangerous. Oh. I have forgotten to introduce myself. I am Darien Shields.
Although I'm not sure in two hundred years what it would be. My given name
I have forgotten. I think Japan would be a good place to start over, do you
not agree?
It's been so long since I visited there. I'm talking randomly now, I suppose. I
hope you'll forgive me. It's been such a long while since I had company and
once a train of thought catch up with me, it's a little hard to let go. Force of
habit, you know.
You wish to know who She is? Like I had said, she is like a drug. True, I was
addicted once, but I never did like drugs. Too many shields. I prefer raw
emotions all running wild. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
Too bad her soul and heart is as ugly as sin. Her hair is brown, the color of
chestnut I suppose. Her eyes are like the ocean. One look and you're
drowned in a sea of fire. Her red, pouty lips always have a smile on them. She
was beautiful, but oh, such a tease. One moment, she was kissing you, and
the next, she would ignore you.
You're bored of hearing about her already? I'm astonished. Usually, one
would beg me to tell more. Me? I'm nothing really, a mere unimportant little
supernatural being. What about me being a supernatural being? I was the
illegimate spawn of Lucifer back in the day when he used to raid the local
villages. After I was born, he took one look at me and bathed me in his blood.
Literally. He slit his wrists and washed me in the blood pool. I can still feel the
hot burning liquid on my skin. But soon after that, he left me alone with
Mother. But that didn't last long. The village children could tell that I was
different, so I grew apart from the rest of them. It was not hard on me,
because Father always did have a soft spot for me. Maybe it was because he
loved my mother. Or maybe because I bit him when he was bathing me.
Either way, he saw to it that I was raised properly, well, as properly as due to
the prince of Hell.
Mother was worried about me. I could tell when she started reading the bible
more and more often. Especially during the night. She was a wonderful
woman, truely she was. But after living with her for sixteen years, Father took
me back and killed her. I never saw her again. Maybe it was because she was
a God-fearing person and she went straight to Heaven when she died. I'd
always liked to think that. Hell would have been no place for a beautiful
woman like her.
What of my life after her? Father took care of me, but not a really good job.
He was a lustful devil and often left me alone in Hell with the bitches that he
had killed soon after taking them. They were all boring. Always after me to
plea for them to Father. But there was one that was quite nice to me. She
was beautiful like Mother, and was always there when Father was up on
Earth killing more bitches and whores. I believe I have more stepmothers
then any child has. And stepfathers also. Like I had said, Father was a lustful
devil. She taught me how to look after myself up on Earth. How to act, and
how to hide my emotions from others. I always believed that she was a
lesbian, because she found no interest in any of the men and only the
women. But then again, after living in Hell for thousands of years, you would
want a change of flavor.
I believe I was 2818 when I reappeared on Earth. It was then that I met Her.
She was only a babe. A mere flower of four. But I knew something of love
when she gave me a single red rose with a smile. I often visited her
afterwards. I gave her many gifts, although all were from an anonymous
strangers. As she grew, she was brimming with goodness. So much that I felt
that I have to take some away. To expose her to the dark side. But I fear I
had succeed in throwing her onto Father. After one night with him, she was
forever changed. Father didn't kill her, maybe it was because he knew that I
had liked her, maybe even loved her. But she grew evil from that day on.
Lustful. Dangerous.
Well, two hundred years time is nearly up. It is time I reappear again on
Earth. What has become of her? Haven't you heard? She's the Devil's
mistress now. Yes, she had coupled with my Father. They even had a child
together. But that child was mortal. I had fun watching Father toss him to the
wolves of darkness. Had even more fun when he survived. He was a whore
also.
But he was beautiful. And for that reason alone, I will assume his identity.
Chiba Mamoru.
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Author's Notes: I've rewrote this story into a chapters.
It was the way I've originally wanted it anyways. Should
I continue?
Comments and criticism welcome.
Two hundred years of Hell. Feh! Two hundred, two thousand. What's the
difference? It is still not enough to kill me. But it is enough to wipe out her
existance. And for that, I will stay. She is like a drug. Addictive, yes. But
dangerous. Oh. I have forgotten to introduce myself. I am Darien Shields.
Although I'm not sure in two hundred years what it would be. My given name
I have forgotten. I think Japan would be a good place to start over, do you
not agree?
It's been so long since I visited there. I'm talking randomly now, I suppose. I
hope you'll forgive me. It's been such a long while since I had company and
once a train of thought catch up with me, it's a little hard to let go. Force of
habit, you know.
You wish to know who She is? Like I had said, she is like a drug. True, I was
addicted once, but I never did like drugs. Too many shields. I prefer raw
emotions all running wild. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
Too bad her soul and heart is as ugly as sin. Her hair is brown, the color of
chestnut I suppose. Her eyes are like the ocean. One look and you're
drowned in a sea of fire. Her red, pouty lips always have a smile on them. She
was beautiful, but oh, such a tease. One moment, she was kissing you, and
the next, she would ignore you.
You're bored of hearing about her already? I'm astonished. Usually, one
would beg me to tell more. Me? I'm nothing really, a mere unimportant little
supernatural being. What about me being a supernatural being? I was the
illegimate spawn of Lucifer back in the day when he used to raid the local
villages. After I was born, he took one look at me and bathed me in his blood.
Literally. He slit his wrists and washed me in the blood pool. I can still feel the
hot burning liquid on my skin. But soon after that, he left me alone with
Mother. But that didn't last long. The village children could tell that I was
different, so I grew apart from the rest of them. It was not hard on me,
because Father always did have a soft spot for me. Maybe it was because he
loved my mother. Or maybe because I bit him when he was bathing me.
Either way, he saw to it that I was raised properly, well, as properly as due to
the prince of Hell.
Mother was worried about me. I could tell when she started reading the bible
more and more often. Especially during the night. She was a wonderful
woman, truely she was. But after living with her for sixteen years, Father took
me back and killed her. I never saw her again. Maybe it was because she was
a God-fearing person and she went straight to Heaven when she died. I'd
always liked to think that. Hell would have been no place for a beautiful
woman like her.
What of my life after her? Father took care of me, but not a really good job.
He was a lustful devil and often left me alone in Hell with the bitches that he
had killed soon after taking them. They were all boring. Always after me to
plea for them to Father. But there was one that was quite nice to me. She
was beautiful like Mother, and was always there when Father was up on
Earth killing more bitches and whores. I believe I have more stepmothers
then any child has. And stepfathers also. Like I had said, Father was a lustful
devil. She taught me how to look after myself up on Earth. How to act, and
how to hide my emotions from others. I always believed that she was a
lesbian, because she found no interest in any of the men and only the
women. But then again, after living in Hell for thousands of years, you would
want a change of flavor.
I believe I was 2818 when I reappeared on Earth. It was then that I met Her.
She was only a babe. A mere flower of four. But I knew something of love
when she gave me a single red rose with a smile. I often visited her
afterwards. I gave her many gifts, although all were from an anonymous
strangers. As she grew, she was brimming with goodness. So much that I felt
that I have to take some away. To expose her to the dark side. But I fear I
had succeed in throwing her onto Father. After one night with him, she was
forever changed. Father didn't kill her, maybe it was because he knew that I
had liked her, maybe even loved her. But she grew evil from that day on.
Lustful. Dangerous.
Well, two hundred years time is nearly up. It is time I reappear again on
Earth. What has become of her? Haven't you heard? She's the Devil's
mistress now. Yes, she had coupled with my Father. They even had a child
together. But that child was mortal. I had fun watching Father toss him to the
wolves of darkness. Had even more fun when he survived. He was a whore
also.
But he was beautiful. And for that reason alone, I will assume his identity.
Chiba Mamoru.
========================================================
Author's Notes: I've rewrote this story into a chapters.
It was the way I've originally wanted it anyways. Should
I continue?
Comments and criticism welcome.