----The Difference Crosses the Impossible.----
----Do you believe in Demons and Angels? Someday it will cross to human's minds... Nothing would have bound each together, except Destiny...----
First Fanfic… I think… I hope it makes sense. Please do enjoy.
Disclaimer : seriously... What the hell is the point of this?... Everyone just hella knows no one owns it but the people who made this anime. sheesh.
"It's her… Why is she here? She's not like us!"
"Mommy is she a monster? I'm scared…"
"She's so ugly… Stay away from her. We might get infected by her."
Slowly pacing her steps. The little girl wished she neither would trip again, nor hear her silent screams fill her mind. She suddenly lost balance as she was not minding her steps and ended up on a boy's shoulder.
The boy reacted violently. "Stay away from me! You're so disgusting!" An impact was heard echoing the playground. She was pushed by her neighbors again. A miracle, you could say, that she's still alive.
Her subdued whimpers were always a cycle in the neighborhood. No one ever liked her from the start. She was different, odd, and abnormal. Lifelessly walking to her front door, she was greeted by a slap and curses filling the house.
In her home, if she would call it her home… It was not any different.
Her parents scolded her every day, like it was just a normal conversation between her and them. Scolded for what reason? For being born different. It made no sense to her. She could never change how different she was, how she was born or how she looked like. Everyone around her demanded the impossible from her, because she herself is impossible.
The same thing happens… She had no dinner, but at least she had seen a piece of candy, snatching it before her mother sees she stole food again from the kitchen. She quietly rushed to her room, and kept her candy in her pocket at her worn-out shorts, saving it for breakfast tomorrow.
She sighed in relief. Her mother was crankier today than usual. Her mom would usually scream at her to stay up in her room, but today her mother just chased her all the way just to hit her with a stick she would use to torture her own daughter. She was lucky she only got small cuts or so today. She'd be seeing more bruises by the time her father gets home.
She leaned on the wall, slowly collapsing to the floor as her legs tremble with fear. She cuddled herself like a ball, crying and sulking in her little room which was too simple as a maid's room. There was no furniture at all except a single wooden bed, a broken chair that would crumble by the time you sit on it, and a desk that was at least, durable.
As time passed, she began to shiver. "Why… Why wasn't I born with a 'Rozevina?' It's so unfair…" She murmured. The same words would come out of her mouth every night.
A Rozevina is precious to every demon. It's a replacement for horns, as other earthlings say. They were always born with one. A choker, black chain strapped on their neck. Each would have a pendant with different symbols to signify different and unique demons. Their powers come from their Rozevina, and if it disappears, they die instantly. She wasn't born with one, yet she still lives. Nobody knows how she's still breathing and surviving from the torture she receives every minute of her life. Other demons thought of it as a curse and that she would bring Hell disasters. It spread on almost every corner of Hell, and no one had accepted her, not even her parents. Nobody dared to state her name, for it might curse them. Not even one befriended her, and thus her sorrow continues to grow deeper day by day.
Her bruises started to ache; she flinched as she saw more blood coming down from her knee. She stared at her wound blankly. She began to ignore all the pain because she knew she should get used to it. Her blood trailed to her legs, dripping to the floor. She didn't feel anything, as dull she could be. The little girl could do nothing but watch herself suffer. She was too weak to fight, and her everyday life made her weaker to even lift a finger. She practically felt hopeless, rather lifeless. She knew being happy was impossible. She calmed herself down, climbed to her bed, and drifted to sleep as her tears still trickling down her small face. Tomorrow's another day… How exciting.
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The sun shone on the little girl's pale face as she started to stir. She sat up, stretched her arms and yawned. She got up rubbing her emerald eyes. She wondered why her father didn't torture her today, and suspected he got drunk again today. She went straight to the kitchen, since there was really nothing she could do about her appearance. She immediately prepared breakfast for her parents. It would be about two hours before they wake up. As she was done setting the table and placing their breakfast and all, she went to a dusty room full of cleaning tools. Her mother's voice echoed in her head. 'I want this place spotless by the time I wake up. If not, no food for you the whole day.' She felt depressed, thinking she got out of bed late enough to fail her mother's orders.
She started her clean-up the moment she munched the candy. She dusted furniture of every room, mopped all the floors and polished the mirrors. Sadly, her mother woke up and she was only half way through the house.
She was slapped hard and knocked down to the ground. "You worthless girl! You can't do anything right! No breakfast. Now get out of my sight!" She scrambled to her feet and ran to remaining rooms she needed to tidy. She felt sad but her face didn't show her thoughts. She remained silent and continued cleaning. Her father was awfully silent. He'd do no scolding unless he was in a foul mood. He mutely stepped out of the house for work, the mother also wordless by his silent actions.
It was nearly four in the afternoon as she was ordered to do grocery shopping. She was given the exact cash for everything in the list, no more no less. Walking down the street with her head down was best. She could feel all eyes on her, and it wasn't very friendly. Kids were pushing her or stepping on her foot, while the others gave her an offensive glare. Thankfully she reached the store faster than usual, but the saleslady despises her as others do. How she wished she could move swiftly to get out of this place as fast as she could… although where would she run to?
She peacefully went back home with her grocery shopping, ready to receive greetings of yells and smacks of a wooden stick. Predictions of obtaining more scratches were true, but she got over it and started cooking dinner. Time passed fast and the day was as normal as it could be.
Passed midnight and the little girl was once again weeping in her slumber. Her aura would be described as a peaceful chaos that controls her heart and mind. It shatters her every will to live. Nightmares haunted her, but she wouldn't wake up either, continuing the horror that's presently happening to her dreams.
Her locked door slammed open instantly. Her father's face was filled with fury and hatred; he'd probably be on rage today. He stomped to her bed like he was as heavy as a giant. "Hanazono Karin!" He bellowed to her ear. Karin jumped as his roar startled her. She was surprised as someone had stated her name. She knew something would be different... He grabbed her arm with no consideration, pulled and dragged her endlessly to a road she had never seen. Her mother followed them behind their trail had a wicked and vicious smile that was never shown on her face.
They stopped at a dwelling that was covered with vines. The two doors had ancient carvings that looked like understandable words. Her father murmured to himself as if he was chanting, his eyes trailed the words on the door… He was casting it. "…Lemmach." His last word caused a gust of wind circling the domicile. The doors began to slowly open. They went inside and they started moving straight. It was a broad corridor with prehistoric pillars side by side. There would be carvings of demons, monsters and heaven. Karin stared at her surroundings, she didn't know there was such a place like this in hell. It felt… creepy and hushed.
Her father quickly halted and shoved Karin, striking hard to the ground. She mournfully sat up and saw her mother beside her father. She wore the same foul smile she held earlier. As so as her dad, an unpleasant smile, she never knew such a fierce smile could let her tremble to her knees. In front of her was a door. Two demon black statues were at its side. One was holding a shield and a spear at its left, while the other held daggers on both hands. Each looked like they were guarding the door, yet they were just mere statues. The door's design was as simple, but you never know where it would lead you to…
"My dear…" Her mother said sweetly, yet wickedly. "You have been very bad… You are humiliating mommy and daddy from other demons…"
Karin shivered, it wasn't good. It wasn't good at all. "So your daddy and I decided…"
"To throw you out of hell." Her father finished her death sentence. To be banned out of hell, she never knew it would go this far.
"Wait! Father, Mother…!!!" She protested as she heard the rusted screeching sound coming from the door that leads her to… nowhere.
"Don't be a bad girl, Karin… Just make sure you die there my dearest."
Those were the last words she heard before she was thrown, and banned from hell.
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'Pitch black… I don't feel anything… Where am I? I feel so light that I'm flying… Am I… dead?'
She slowly opened her eyes. Karin sat up and rubbed her shoulders gently as she felt cold and shuddered. She stared straight ahead, completely shocked. Street lights, buildings, apartments, and houses on each side. Its different colors blinded her as she looked at them gapingly. Bikes, cars along the roads, 'beeps' come from most of the vehicles. She knew nothing. She was along the sidewalk looking dead. She didn't know, but she's in Earth.
.Spread Your Wings and Fly.
.Delaihla.