Disclaimer: This is a disclaimer of sorts. This fanfic is about the
characters from the animes Gundam Wing and Sailor Moon. It contains my
version of Angels and Deamons. If the way I portray Angels in this fic
offends you, then GET OUT. This story I've created has absolutely NOTHING
to do with religion, my religious views, or anyone else's. The animes
mentioned earlier do not belong to me. If anyone would actually believe
that they did, they deserve an award. Plus! If I were to change the
characters' names in this: you wouldn't even recognize them. - So
please, no one telling me I've written anyone out of character, I know I
have already. It would be a waste of my time to read the reviews saying as
much and your time to type them.
Prologue
An Angel. Four Angels. My devils.
It really is amusing how one's perception on something can be twisted to form an altogether different, individual view. Let me explain. See, what if I was evil through and through? To me, what everyone thought of as good and light would be dark and evil to me. I would shun it, running away from the light as fast as I could. Which, come to think of it, I already do.
Let me explain.
You see, my name is Duo Maxwell, the King of Destruction, the Master of Death. I am, for lack of a better term, a deamon. This is probably where you're confused. You see, deamons and demons are different things. Deamons are much more powerful and can control demons, which are fairly mindless although very powerful and dangerous at times.
I, myself, am what you would call a vampyr, creature of the night.
Let me clear up a few myths.
I am immune to sunlight; it does nothing to affect me. I am merely a nightclub lover. - Thus, I go out at night, not morning. Holy water and garlic make me laugh. I love pizza and I was an avid Christian at one time. Ironic, yes I know. As for being staked, well, any normal person would die from it, and I am no exception.
It's getting rather late out isn't it? Let me tell you my story before the light ends, although it may begin again before I am done. This is a story about love, beauty, truth, and justice. It's a famous story of light and dark. It's a struggle to find hope in the bleakness of war. It is a helpless love tragedy. A romance, a comedy, a drama. Think of it as.........the story that began stories. So sit back, have a drink or two, whatever you prefer, and listen closely. This will be the only time I tell it and after that you will be the only one to retell it. Welcome, to the beginning of the end, the story of Deamons and Angels.
Prologue
An Angel. Four Angels. My devils.
It really is amusing how one's perception on something can be twisted to form an altogether different, individual view. Let me explain. See, what if I was evil through and through? To me, what everyone thought of as good and light would be dark and evil to me. I would shun it, running away from the light as fast as I could. Which, come to think of it, I already do.
Let me explain.
You see, my name is Duo Maxwell, the King of Destruction, the Master of Death. I am, for lack of a better term, a deamon. This is probably where you're confused. You see, deamons and demons are different things. Deamons are much more powerful and can control demons, which are fairly mindless although very powerful and dangerous at times.
I, myself, am what you would call a vampyr, creature of the night.
Let me clear up a few myths.
I am immune to sunlight; it does nothing to affect me. I am merely a nightclub lover. - Thus, I go out at night, not morning. Holy water and garlic make me laugh. I love pizza and I was an avid Christian at one time. Ironic, yes I know. As for being staked, well, any normal person would die from it, and I am no exception.
It's getting rather late out isn't it? Let me tell you my story before the light ends, although it may begin again before I am done. This is a story about love, beauty, truth, and justice. It's a famous story of light and dark. It's a struggle to find hope in the bleakness of war. It is a helpless love tragedy. A romance, a comedy, a drama. Think of it as.........the story that began stories. So sit back, have a drink or two, whatever you prefer, and listen closely. This will be the only time I tell it and after that you will be the only one to retell it. Welcome, to the beginning of the end, the story of Deamons and Angels.