Of the Fallen Ones
Title: Of the Fallen Onese
Author: Bernadette
Pairings: Odd/Aelita
Squeamish: Odd gets raped and abused by filthy concubines and there's a character death.
Rating: Currently rated "M" for suggestive themes, choice of words and words altogether, and on the account of indirect mentions of rape.
Dedication: For all those writers out there and the people on my C2 staff. You know who you people are. I hope you all like this one.
Author's Note: WARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE RELIGIOUS-SENSITIVE!!! I REPEAT DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE RELIGIOUS-SENSITIVE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK AND PLEASE, PLEASE KEEP AND OPEN MIND WHEN YOU READ THIS, IT'S ALL FICTION. I REPEAT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. THIS SINGLE CHAPTER (I think) IS VERY BAD AND ODD'S IN A LOT OF PAIN, SO DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE FEELINGS OF QUEASINESS OF SOME SORT.
Summary 1: He was so full of it. Someone the other angels were scared of hanging around, afraid that they might catch his unspoken disease. He was everything that an angel wasn't supposed to be. Playful, unholy and altogether, scheming and betting on the lives of the mortals. He wasn't the one to expect that he would fall for his counterpart. An angel he was supposed to be, he was NEVER allowed to even think of such ha feeling, but here he is, in her room watching her sleep. He watched the singer that captivated his whole being, not caring for a split second if the Holy One found out about his secret infatuation.
Summary 2: He had a secret. And that secret will never be told, for if they were managed to be told, then all of his reasons to visit the mortal world will be revoked.
Odd – Never-Ending
Yumi – 21
Ulrich – 20
Jeremy – 20
Aelita – 19
Chapter 1: Prologue
Sullied. That was all that he could think of, of everything that he could every describe himself. He was eternally sullied. Even if the Holy Grail was full of the most purest and most cleansing water that has been known throughout the ages, that itself wouldn't even clean a single centimeter of his body. No matter how hard he tried to erase the past events, it all remained vivid in his mind. The horrors of the mortal world were ultimately embedded in his developing mind. The crucial horror of it all, the pain, the sadness, the overwhelming amount of human greediness, their greediness upon his small and fragile body.
"Won't take long dear, just enjoy.'
He could never erase their twisted and deranged voices out of his mind. The total oblivion he was cast into as soon as their putrid breaths ran down his neck. The sensations of disgust and the terrified screams he uttered through his lips were never heard, never sought out for. His holy brethren stood their helplessly, watching the mortals of their Creator's world sully and dirty his body, mind and soul. This was their punishment.
As they watched him turn from an innocent angel to a Fallen, the helpless boy couldn't help but think to eradicate those pitiful excuses of human beings off of him; alas, it was too late, all of his powers had been sealed into a body that was to be born until centuries later. The boy desperately called out his brethren, begging them to assist him, no longer able to withstand the torture. His outstretched hand fell limply beside him; all of the elders that he looked up to had turned their heads and closed their eyes. They weren't able to help him. As much as they wanted to, they weren't allowed to. Their Creator had forbade them from interfering and if they did, they were to watch him have his wings torn off and suspended over the deepest pits of Hell.
The screams overcame the young boy, his eyes were full of unshed tears. No more could he take it, everything…everything was just too much. A woman screamed; the other maidens, no not maidens, they were far too impure and no way were they ever to be mentioned as maidens or even ladies, they were barbarians…Those barbarians staked the frantic woman, their spears lunged into her back. Blood squirted from the woman, staining her back with red crimson, her screams of pain and agony almost mirroring the young boys' own scream of helplessness.
The boy looked on at her, the tears flowing freely, for not only of himself, but for the woman as well. She was an innocent, someone who shouldn't have arrived, someone who should've stayed in their hiding place. He cringed involuntarily, the men were coming. The leaders of this putrid waste have arrived.
He heard them noisily land on their leather-padded feet; stomping noises were all that he could hear. The women who had once surrounded him had dispensed and bowed warily at the men who arrived, their faces ugly and cake with dirt, mud and the blood of the innocent. The boy cast his gaze downwards, the woman's sob ringing in his ears.
"SILENCE YOU PATHETIC WENCH!" the boy heard the loudest below angrily. He snapped his head up, just in time to see the man's feet crushing the petite woman. The woman screamed, her hands clawing at the dirt, trying to free or lossen herself from the man's deathly grip. He could see her now, her pretty brown hair meshing in with the mud and blood, her pale alabaster skin was smeared with dark blood. Then her eyes, he could never, never forget them. She had the most prettiest eyes, prettier than the great Seraphim's themselves. But these eyes were not the ones he was so accustomed of seeing. Hers were wide with fear and pain. He could feel terror coursing through her veins as he dug his foot deeper into her small back.
She was about to break and he could no longer hold it in. She was the one he was supposed to protect. The one that he was…supposed to protect.
"No! LEAVE HER ALONE" He yelled with the little strength he had in his little body. All movement stopped, the only thing that still rang in his ears was the woman's sobs. She tried to muffle her terrified sobs. He knew what she was thinking. It was the same thing he was thinking.
Was this place marked to be their ultimate suffering? The place where they will forever be remembered as the woman and the angel who were degraded in the worst manner possible? Their senses full of the blood murder and hurt that they were never meant to see? The things that would be forever rich on their senses? No, it just wasn't right, but it was to be.
"Lil' wretch thinks he can save this little bitch?" the heavy man asked to them the mend that surrounded them. The men and women erupted into screeching laughter, quickly eradicating the boy's sudden surge of courage, the only speck of his courage. The man smirked and applied more pressure on his foot, crushing the woman ever so slowly, her distressed screams returned unanswered. The boy helplessly struggled against the ropes and clothes binding him down, the mortal world's aura was slowly reverting his holiness into one of a humans.
He hated it.
"Well, I think yeh's been a little cocky, smackin' yeh's ass all around a grown man's battle. Yeh see this little bitch?" the man cocked a smile and pointed at the girl with his equally fat sword, "Cap'n broke her,you should've heard her. Haha, all of those people been murdered right in front of her? All were her brothers, sisters, mother, father and even friends."
He laughed. It was a terrible sound, rumbling noises that a father would have, turned cold, heartless and uncaring. The woman weakly clawed the ground, her fingers digging into the dirt, desperately trying to escape the man. Her tears mingled with the dirt and the blood and then falling to the sullied ground, tainted before even touching the earth. The blonde couldn't help but stare helplessly tied down, his face streaked with tears.
"Lil' bitch is cryin'! Stupid angels, humans are stronger than yeh. We live, we die. We go to Hell too, but even if ya'll got them fancy powers, just remember, once they gone, we have the power."
'No, please Great Creator, please wake up… No more, no more…' the boy wished desperately, struggling against the ropes that were tying him down. The angels in the Heavens' above cried, their tears turning to soft-passing rain, their sadness of not helping their youngest brother. The Sephardim looked on, their heads turning away—even they felt the same pang of sadness.
The wo-barbaric women grinned evilly, their eyes full of greed and lust. He was young, but beautiful, very beautiful. The leader smirked as well, his teeth ugly and broken. The angel's cerulean blue eyes widened as the man positioned his sword on the tired woman, her hands outstretched.
She was staring at him.
Eyes full of pain, she stared at him. Her face beautifully sculptured, eyes shining like the emeralds he found in the Creator's sanctum, lips plump and red. She was truly beautiful. Her lips parted, and slowly she dragged her arms across the muddied earth.
'What is she doing?' the boy thought. Then, as he stared at her, he realized what she was doing; she was reaching out to him. With that forlorn smile on her lips, he returned it, loosening the cloth that was binding his limbs down. Finally, his wrist free, he reached out for her as well, knowing that it was no used. They were too far apart to touch.
"We'll meet again, Odd-kun. I promise we'll meet, please don't forget about me," she whispered. She smiled, her eyelids drooping. The angel screamed, her name on his lips.
Everything stopped, the men's and women's laughter no longer echoed in his ears. All of it stopped, so was the woman's life. Bright light overcame the angel's thin frame and he was free. His powers had returned to him. The angels ceased their tears, the Creator has finally awoken, his deep slumber to regain his powers has finished. The Devil's influences on the Heaven's have finally stopped, only at a price…
"Little One, please forgive me, I am sorry I have awoken too late to help you," the Creator's voice rang out in Odd's ears. But, he didn't care, everything was already too late. His wings pulled in, his naked body shielded from view. His hands quickly came over his face, the tears coming in more freely. He was tainted; there was no way for him to return to his former glory, the glory that he once was so proud of. Now, everything didn't matter, the one he was supposed to protect is dead and eternally stained of the human race.
Her name, the name of the one human he cared for deeply, the slightly peculiar Japanese girl that taught him many things was now gone… Her name she never really gave out, but he gave her a name that he thought was rather fitting.
Ai.
She was love and she would never be forgotten.
Everything returned to him, his holy powers, his wings, but his wounds were still fresh, even the mental images of what he wanted to forget were forever etched in his mind. Especially the girl, the emerald-eyed beauty that was ultimately his downfall was now gone.
She will never be forgotten. And he made sure of that.
Author's Note:
This is the prologue to my new story and I hope it will be widely welcomed. It centers around angels, demons and humans and since I made the gang older that what they were supposed to be, don't be too surprised if something happens and you don't like the sound of it. Anyways, I hope that you all would read and review. I can't wait to hear what you all think of this chapter.