Purple Flames and Golden Flames

by MadelineHatterReaperandMage

Things aren't always what we think. People don't always except thing. People get hurt and betrayed. People though always have a life line and Rin's life line is a woman of purple flames, a girl of golden flames, and a family like never before. Trigger Warning in Introduction. Please read the trigger warnings.

1. Introduction

This is more of an introduction than a chapter. I do not own Ao No Exorcist. This story will me unique and involve many OCs if you don't like them please do not read.

Trigger Warnings/ Warnings: Cutting, Suicide Attempts, Alcohol Abuse,Swearing, Possible mention of Rape, and things of that nature.

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After everything happened with the Gehenna Gate I thought things would get better that my never ending personal Hell would end. That I wouldn't have to deal with the uneasy looks of my classmates. I didn't have to feel so hateful of myself that I constantly thought of how I could kill myself. I thought I wouldn't have the urge to cut myself when people would look disgusted,scared towards me, or the hateful remarks that were always made at my expense. Somethings are not as we think somethings don't go as planned. The Gehenna Gate incident didn't make people less afraid of me it just help concrete the idea that I was dangerous.

None of ex-wires would say it out loud, but they keep their distance. They excluded me when they could, but for their sake I just smile my fake goofy smile and blow it off. For some reason I still treat them with kindness even though I partially hate them. Maybe it is because they hate me, but who wouldn't I am a demon after all. I believe that I hate them is because they betrayed me, they avoid me, and they couldn't care less about somehow I find it in my cold heart to care about them even though they would watch me burn.

Yuki isn't much better he tries his best, but he always points out my flaws. He has a annoying habit of calling me stupid and saying I have no drive to do anything that I was never going to become a excorist. Even though I act stupid for them I want them to not have to worry about hem knowing that I care about every word they say. I remember what the teachers teach. I just only apply what I need.

The only people I have are the people who have the same issues as me. The same people who gave me the guitar I hide under my mattress. The people who threaten that if I ever took my life to they would revive me and then kill me ten times over, then probably kill themselves. The woman who taught me English and gave me some novels. Especially the woman of purple flames and the girl of golden flames. They are my life line,they are my tie to reality.