The Feathered Lifeline (TalixAlois)
Trampsy here. To let you know. My chapters will be short. Because I like to write short chapters, but I write alot of them. So forgive me horribleness and enjoy.
This story is for a good friend and I told Her I would make this story. So I decided to share it with you.
Tali Rhydian:
Bio: Hmph. Hello, humans. My name is Tali Seraphim Rhydian. I'm an angel. I trust you're familiar with my kind and those that appose me, mainly the shinigami and the demons. Most of you I'm sure are familiar with the later seeing as there are so many running about lately. Sebastian Michealis, Claude Faustus, Grell Sutcliff, and The Undertaker to name a few. However the only angel I know of that received any fame was the hermaphrodite Ash / Angela. Obsessed with purifying the world and bring it into a new era of peace.
I fortunately share no trait of the psychotic angel. I don't care about purifying you, or riding you of your hatred or helping you enter into a clean and shimmering new era. No, I watch humans in fascination. Staring as you happily intermingle with filthy creatures of the underworld. You're all fascinatingly stupid creatures. Giving up your souls to receive a moment of accomplishment. Tch, ridiculous. No, I'm not a "I adore things the Earth and Heavens have deemed wicked or evil. I'm not sweet and loving. I'm an observer.
I was captivated by the stunning Alois, his chaotic personality. Everything about him, his messy blond hair, his crystal eyes swarming with malice., and form his beautiful personality. Instead of capturing him, he captured me and chained me to him. I could not survive without him.
Prelude: Death in the Masquerade
Drip…drip….Blood stained blond locks and clothing. Ice blue crystals stared without seeing, at the dirt covered floor. The wind whistled, rustling the leaves and branches of the dead forest. But the blond boy, did not move, shiver, or breathe. Alois Trancy… No… Jim Macken was dead; gone from the world by the hand of a gluttonous, crazed demon.
White feathers landed around the boy, as a white haired man landed, wings spread wide.
"Well well, Fallen child. I can help you…." A voice whispered, in the blond's forgotten soul. A white glow fluttered from the blond's blood soaked chest.
"Really?" The soul responded; its voice was of a scared and sullen child.
"Yes….do you want to escape this dark prison?" the angelic voice rang, hands going to cradle the boy's face, previously cradled by a vicious demon.
"… does that mean you are going to eat me?" the blond child whimpered in fright.
"No No. Angel's don't eat souls, we purify. And you could be very useful…."
"Then please help me!" The voice of Alois cried.
"Of course small child…" The angel pushed something into the dead child's chest and the blond jolted alive. And the angel cleaned up the blood and healed the wounds.
"Thank you. But what is your name?" Alois croaked out, watching the angel heal his previous wounds.
"….Ash…" The angel spoke, and carried the blond off into the night, away from his previous death.
Like I said. Sorry if it is short, Its just how I do.
Trampsy out :D