Summary:AU. I don't want to spoil it, but what if some of the Gundam Boys weren't human? More like angels and demons... Come to stop a war that threatens the boundaries of their realms?
Author's Notes: This story is Yaoi. If you don't like it, don't read it. This really is a Gundam fanfic, just bear with me until chapter six, and then it more or less follows the Gundam timeline.It's actuallyan adaptation of an original story of mine. Fit to Gundam Wing... 'cause I was bored. Anyways, enjoy, and please review!
Pairings: HeeroXDuo for sure, and possibly QuatreXTrowa later on.
Chapter One
My appearance is human, my voice is human, but my human qualities end there. Everything human about me is fake, a disguise, a fucking LIE.
Angels are perceived; by some religious people as the soldiers, protectors, messengers, minions, of God. The truth is, all angels know of gods, is that they, if they do exist at all, do not conspire with us.
There are angels, and there are demons, but neither are the stereotypes that humans give them. You could say that the best stereotypes for other-realm creatures, is human. Humans vary, as do demons and angels. Some angels are as corrupt as demons are perceived to be, and some demons' hearts are as pure as liquid light. As humans are ignorant, so to are we. These are personality aspects. In appearance, there are some differences. All angels have wings. They vary in colour, but all of us have them. We can hide them, if we so choose, but even some of the more perceptive of humans could see them, most certainly other angels. Demons vary in appearance. They can look human, animal, elemental, but they all have at least a hint of violet in their eyes. Both of our races have the capacity to live forever.
Angels, mortals, and demons could not simply co-exist. There are different dimensions. I grew up in Araeisth, Realm of Angels. Demons have a separate dimension, Dehouen. The humans live in a realm that is between Araeisth and Dehouen. It used to be a void, an empty realm, called Eassentoryole. Eassentoryole means, in an ancient language from before different realms, ceaseless black. After the humans became a part of this world, it was re-named Naejhek.
How humans, animals, and other living organisms came to populate Naejhek, I have no idea. But there is a reason for their existence.
At one time, there was only one realm, Susseriel, but, as the races became diverse, the need to separate Susseriel became great. Thus, the one vast realm became three; Araeisth, Eassentoryole, and Dehouen. The demons took Dehouen, the angels Araeisth, and Eassentoryole was left the empty realm between the two. Though we may be immortal, many tire of life, and, after many millennia, as the oldest of the demons and angels chose death as their savior, Susseriel was forgotten. Not completely; it was documented, of course, but not many choose to tackle the seemingly endless volumes of documents and scrolls that had collected over the years. As both demons and angels knew that each existed, curiosity was inevitable. The barriers between the realms, though they were strong, could be breached with magics known to few. Demons came through the barriers of Dehouen, into Eassentoryole, while angels invaded from Araeisth. Over several thousand more years, angels and demons continued to migrate to Eassentoryole and any protests from those who knew and heeded the whispers of the past, were ignored with flagrant disregard.
Racism and hatred are as inevitable as they are pointless and disgusting. Demons and angels, as before, feuded. War broke out in Eassentoryole. The impacts of the war were felt everywhere. The barriers between Eassentoryole and the other realms began to deteriorate. Those of other realms were still brothers with those who chose to migrate to the middle realm. Predictably, when war was waged, they flocked to the aid of their comrades. Full scale war broke down the barriers completely.
Many, many creatures died in the Great War, for though we have the capacity to be immortal, death also visits us in the form of others, their magic, and their weapons… and suicide, of course.
Peace must follow war. Though it took many years, the number of deaths, the endless fighting, whatever it was, it knocked some sense into those who fought. A ceasefire was called, and an uneasy peace ensued.
We could not live with each other. For the safety of all, the re-united realm was again divided. Magical barriers were once more erected, and Araeisth, Dehouen, and Eassentoryole, for the second time, came into existence.
Eassentoryole was no longer a ceaseless black. The remnants, the debris of war, the expended after-magic was all left in Eassentoryole. I said that I do not know how living things came to populate Eassentoryole, but my guess would be that all of the after-magic and debris of war somehow clashed, and fused together, in a weird kind of alchemy. We, in Araeisth still did regular readings of the realm between us and the demons, just in case they decided to try anything suspicious. I am certain that they read the contents of the said realm just as closely as we do. When it was discovered that new beings had come into existence, those that were neither demon, nor angel; in Araeisth, those who kept the scrolls simply could not live with name of the middle realm being Eassentoryole, when the meaning of the name was so obviously incorrect. They re-named it Naejhek, which means in the ancient tongue, "Realm of others."
How do I know all of this forgotten history? I have read the scrolls. All of them. I have met with those wisest, those burdened with many years. It was my duty. My childhood consisted of training, and schooling. I became a perfect soldier, a master of all weapons in existence, especially magic. I learned all that there is to know of demons, humans, and angels. Our history is burned into my mind. I am Blaze.