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A/N:
Syerrah: Okay...Um...Hehehe, sorry about this fic...We kinda gave Reina free reign on this...It's gonna be kinda dark...but it WILL have a happy ending.
Reina: -snort- As if.
Angela: It WILL have a happy ending!
Julia: Please review!!
When you sell your soul.
Chapter One: The Vow
A dark mist hovered a few feet above the cold, damp stone floor of the giant throne room where a young red-headed woman knelt before the large, foreboding throne.
The oddest thing about this scene was the man who sat in the throne: he had deep, blood red eyes that seemed to stare right past your skin and into your very soul; his midnight black shaggy hair and pale complexion only added to the demonic look of the smirking man.
The girl looked slightly more natural, but only by a little.
If you were to see her from behind, she'd looked normal enough, but when you saw her face, she was almost as disturbing as the black-haired man.
In addition to her flaming red locks of hair, the young woman had eyes the color of rubies that looked hollow and life-less. If you had seen her only a couple months ago, she would have appeared to be a different person:
Her eyes would have shone like sparkling gems and looked full of life, radiant with happiness and energy.
The now slightly dull and limp fire-red hair would've been light and bouncy, often tossed over one shoulder in an act of supreme superiority.
Her pale and sunken face would have been bright and quite lively, full of confidence and joy.
Her attitude, which was quiet and almost loyally obedient, was once cheerful, sharp tongued and unafraid to speak her mind.
Perhaps the strangest thing about her was her outfit.
She wore a deep emerald tunic that perfectly complemented her hair and eyes, and a thin golden chain around her waist from which hung a small, finely decorated dagger.
Her dark leggings went all the way to her knees where they met the tops of her dark leather boots. A short mini-skirt went to just above her knees; a billowing, hooded cloak rested on her motionless form; a few golden bracelets and a sapphire ring on her left index finger accented her dark blood red gloves.
"…And I shall forever obey your orders without hesitation until the ends of time, or when I am freed from my vow…" the red-head murmured, head still bowed and eyes closed.
"Which, unfortunately for you, is not going to happen, as you are so much more amusing to keep around, Lina" the man sneered.
Lina glared at him. "I'm not a toy" she growled.
"Then what are you, my precious little firefly?" he asked mockingly.
Lina continued to glower at the man. Finally after a few minutes of silent glares, Lina broke the silence:
"Understand this, Falgorr: I'm only doing this fore one reason, and that is not because I want to -or will- be a toy for anyone, much less you."
"But you are doing this, so do it right and finish" Falgorr ordered.
Lina scowled and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they had a glassy, empty look to them and the voice she spoke in next was hoarse and echoing.
"I, Lina Inverse, here forth pledge myself to Falgorr Metazo, and I shall forever obey your orders until the ends of time, or until you free me from my vow, or until the terms of our bonding have been broken." When Lina finished saying this, a huge gush of wind blew straight up from underneath her, sending her hair and cloak upwards as a black mist began to circle her.
Falgorr began to laugh, a cold, merciless laugh, as a similar wind blew around him, tossing his already slightly messy hair around his face.
His laughter echoed around the room as a single tear rolled down Lina's cheek.
Julia: PLEASE REVIEW!!
Angela: I know, we DID warn you that it is kinda dark...
Syerrah: But please keep reading!! It will get better!!
Reina: Or else...-evil glint in eye-