My Guardian Villain
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I really, REALLY want to own Erol. But I can't. (…) I'm gonna go cry in a corner now.
Summary: After spending two lives trying to destroy something, Erol has been assigned the position of a Guardian Angel. His client is his favorite person in the living world.
Chapter 1; Paperwork
'I HATE this place.'
When a person dies, they have to go through millions of paperwork to go to another part of the Underworld. The Underworld is an infinitely growing organization for any person, animal, or living thing that dies. It is led by a ruler only known as Purple. When a section of paperwork has been finished, a being know as an Enrayer will take the paperwork and report it to Purple. Purple will then go over it, and give the deceased their selected duty to humanity.
A recently deceased, An Erol Yoru, has just finished his paperwork and is now waiting for an Enrayer to pick it up.
"This is so boring!" he finally screamed. He had been stuck in this plain white room for hours, hunched over those stupid papers.
He ran a hand through his orange-red hair angrily. Erol finally got out of his chair and started to pace. How did he die, anyway? Oh, yeah. The Eco Freak blew him up. AGAIN!
"You'd think after the first time," He muttered, "He could at least try a different approach." A loud coughing interrupted his musings.
A gigantic blue demon with small yellow horns was standing at the doorway. The only clothing it wore was a leopard loin cloth. "Mr. Yoru?" It asked in a high pitched voice.
Erol blinked in shock. THAT was weird. He straightened his posture, "That's me," he said in what he hoped to be an authoritative tone.
The demon grabbed the paperwork stack and walked back to the door, "The Ruler would like to see you. She says you're a special case." And it almost ran out of the room.
Erol was confused for a moment before speeding behind the blue demon. They ran through a long corridor for a while before entering a large office.
It was pandemonium. Files flying every which way. Demons running back and forth while carrying stacks of paper. Erol was almost run over by one of them. Surprisingly, the blue Enrayer wasn't fazed by the chaos. "This way, please," He walked over to a small, golden door. Erol, wide-eyed and speechless, followed.
The door creaked open and a now nervous Erol was pushed in. He stared at the back of chair while the door slammed shut. Erol cleared his throat, "Hello?" The chair swiveled around. Sitting in it was a woman, around late 20s, early 30s. She wore black-rimmed glasses over bright blue eyes. Her reddish-blonde hair was pulled back into a bun. Her whole demeanor emanated kindness that instantly calmed his frazzled nerves.
"Hi!" she welcomed, "I'm Purple. I'm guessing you're Erol?"
Erol sat down in the chair that was in front of Purple's desk, "Yes, I am." He scratched his cheek, "What exactly am I supposed to be doing here? And what did the blue guy mean by 'special case?'"
Purple waved her hand dismissively, "Relax. You're here because, basically, you died. And by 'special case,' I meant that you're now being assigned a job that almost no one ever gets."
Erol raised an eyebrow, "And what type of 'job' would that be?"
Purple grinned, "A Guardian Angel!"
If Erol was drinking something, he would have spit it out. "WHAT?!" he screeched, "I can't be a Guardian Angel!"
"You could always be Garden Fairy. I hear they have a spot opened at the Tulip Clan."
Erol's pupils dilated and he cleared his throat, "A Guardian Angel sounds lovely. When do I start?"
Purple's grin widened, "As soon as we find your client." She waved her hand and a gigantic wheel popped up. On the wheel, thousands of names were written in neat cursive, and on the top was a large arrow.
"Now, you see," said Purple, getting up from her seat and going over to the wheel, "All we have to do is spin this sucker here. Whoever it lands on will be the person you watch over." She pulled a lever. The wheel started to twirl at such a high speed that Erol grew dizzy while watching it.
Purple pulled the lever again, "Let's see what it lands on." Names passed the arrow while Erol looked on nervously. King Kong, George Bush, Crash Bandicoot, Bruce Wayne. The wheel made one last spin before resting on a single person.
Purple examined the name, "And there you have it."
Erol wanted to tear his hair out, to scream until he could shatter walls, to throw everything around the room until it was destroyed. But all he could do was stare with mute horror at the name of his client.
Jak Mar