I am not particularly fond of this one I feel like this was badly written out. But I decided to post this because why not?

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Rating: T

Warning(s): Violence. Mentions of torture.


It was dark, the pale light of the almost burned out lightbulb wasn't any help either.

How long had she been here anyway? She lost count after the second week, not caring anymore. She was too tired.

Albion had been the only one keeping her sane, had he not talked to her while she was in here, who knows how she would've been like.

She was put in an actual cage(orignal wasn't it?) Her right foot cuffed above her ankle to the steel base of the cage and her hands had been cuffed together behind her back.

If she looked at herself, she would know, it looked absolutely pathetic.

The door opened and her captor walked in. He wore a small grin on his face,"You've grown up to be a big girl Vali."

It was none other than Rizevim.

She closed her eyes, inhaled then exhaled deeply and then prepared for the torture that was soon to come.


It had been five days since she had seen her grandfather. Her clothes (if you could call them that) were ripped and had only covered what they had too, her shoes were a lost cause so she took them off. She was cold. Cuts and bruises were all over her body and she was surprised if one of them weren't bleeding still. Her silver hair looked fine from afar but she could see that it had some knots and was dirty.

Near her forehead it looked bad, but it was only a cut that bled at first most of it was dried already.

How she was captured, was always replaying itself over and over in her mind.


The Khaos Brigade once again was attacking, the leaders of the Three Factions met up again that day, but not to discuss anything too important just to chat. Of course they were in the human world.

One by one each of the attackers would come by and try to land a hit on any of them, even the guards protecting them.

They were unsuccessful.

The silver haired girl glanced around to her team, they were acting odd, although they were fighting. They turned facing her, the Leaders, and they guards. They charged.

She clashed with Bikou, his face blank of its usual cheerfulness. He looked surprised instead.

"What the hell is going on Bikou? What are you doing?" She demanded.

"I'm not exactly sure myself, but I ain't movin' on ma own!" He exclaimed swinging his staff.

"Some one else is controlling our actions," Arthur had told her as he swung Caliburn in her direction as well.

"Damn some puppeteer huh?" She muttered.

They're battle continued. Kuroka, Bikou, Arthur, Fenrir, Le Fay, and Gomagog were all set on her.

Her eyes widened in realization, it wasn't the Leaders they were going after.


That was when someone had struck her from behind. They had taken her unconscious body with them, leaving the rest of the Vali team behind and out of the control.

She couldn't believe she was taken out by some cowards sneak attack. Rizevim was the one who visited her the most, she didn't know whether his hits were were more restrained but they definitely took a toll on her.

She met the little puppeteer that had been controlling her team, they annoyed her. They were too cheerful too energetic, and way too into bright colors that she thought she was going blind when she looked at their neon wardrobe.

Today, however, Rezivim decided to talk.

It was after he had grown bored with attacking her. He wasn't as

"You know,"He began,"On the day you were born, I knew you'd be very strong, even for an infant." He walked around her,"I'd actually been amazed, after a long while, I'd have a grandchild when your father and your mother. I'd been ecstatic."

Vali remained silent, Albion became quiet as well.

"I mean it wasn't everyday that your father was able to show that he was actually being worthy of having the blood of Lucifer in him,"He explained with a light shrug,"But you Vali? You were definitely worthy of it and you were barely even a day old."

She looked away, not meeting his gaze.

"Then why? You acted as if I was a total stranger, even making my own parents loathe me, you filling their head with lies, they didn't even bother dealing with me always pushing me to whatever maid or butler that was there."

"Hey, they were dumb for believing it."

"No, You were just some egotistical bastard," She replied and not long after she felt a pain in her stomach, her grandfather had a dark look on his face, his fist glowing with the magic he'd just hit her with.

"You were just some frightened child who couldn't face the fact her family wanted nothing to do with her."

"I was just a child who wondered why her family hated her!"

She raised her voice so suddenly, shocking even herself.

"But then you had to run off and get picked up by those scum of Fallen Angels." He stated disgusted.

She rolled her eyes,"There I had a home, better yet a family, a father who didn't treat me like garbage."

"But you betrayed him anyway,"He replied,and her bound fists clenched,"After all he had done for you, you still betrayed him, because you had 'more battles to win' you've grown pathetic."

Rizevim was going to say something else but he was interrupted by a servant reporting something about attacks towards the almost castle-like house.

She heard him utter a curse and then he walked out. Surprisingly she felt herself actually exhale. Relieved he was finally gone, she felt a small bead of sweat roll down the back of her neck.

Vali could've said it to herself all she wanted, even to other people, but she knew that deep down, she was afraid of him. He was definitely stronger she'd have to grudgingly admit.

She looked to her shackled ankle and her cuffed hands. Her fists clenched as her eyes shined dangerously.

She was going to escape. She was going to leave there no matter what. It didn't matter what she had to do.

Vali Lucifer was not going to stand down anymore.


Rezivim Lucifer was a prideful man and no one would deny it. Not even himself. Even with his granddaughter when she was just born, who would've been the strongest of them with Lucifer's blood, he definitely was not going to get beaten out by some infant.

He proved to himself that he was strongest and nothing would change that. Not even family ties would change that. Those would be some troublesome things that would have gotten in his way.

So fighting against some weak Angels? He didn't even have to lift a finger. But he was curious, why weren't there any of his 'allies' around?

A loud boom coming from the north where Vali was. His eyes widened slightly in realization, seeing the familiar Scale Mail of the Vanishing Dragon.

His anger soared.


So I'm thinking about writing a sequel to this one or something, since I don't like how I ended this one. Any opinions/criticism? I'm open to those. If you have flames then I'll use them for s'mores