Author's note: Hello all! My appologies. I did it again. I started another fic. And I haven't even finished any lately. Acctually, that's a bit of a lie. I got mad at Deamon Child with Angel's Eyes and decided to rewrite it because none of the characters were obeying me. I'll leave that fic up until this one really gets going. I know that the first few chapters are horribly short, and I appologize again. I promise the chapters will get longer. I can't really promise what the update timeline will be like, so again, bare with me please. Thank you sooooooo much! As always, Demon Ororon and Weiss Kreuz belong to the various people that are not me.

Enjoy!


"So it was in the fall of my fifteenth year that
my first love died. He was just some guy I picked up
on a rainy day. Some lonely devil who had beautiful dark
gray eyes… and smelled like blood."

My mother's words have haunted me for as long as I can remember; they are a warning that no matter how strong you are, you can still be killed. When I was young she would tell me the story of my father's death over and over. When the story ended she would tell me to be careful of the lords of Heaven and Hell. "They each have their own agenda." She would say. "And if killing you serves their purpose than you'd better hope you're stronger than them."

So, I fought every day to become stronger even than the King of Hell. It wasn't hard. My mother was a god child, a being born from the unholy union of an archangel and a mortal. I know my father was from Hell's nobility, though I have no proof. I know he was murdered by his own family, and that, should they find me, they'll come for me as well. When I was eighteen, they found me. My family, the mortals I was living with, didn't stand a chance against the demons that attacked them that night. That was three years ago. I still look over my shoulder everywhere I go.

It has been a long time since I've seen my mother… Fifteen years… I don't even know if she is still alive. I hope she is dead. She was a kind person, underserving of this evil world. At night I can hear a god child's tears in my head. Someday I may hear my mother's the way I hear his.

My mother was the secret child of Heaven's most powerful archangel; my father was a powerful demon who could truly love. Both Heaven and Hell want me dead. I'm afraid they are getting close again. I may have to leave soon, before the others are put in danger…

~With love from Earth

Orion