The Devil and His Dream

#sasuhinamonth2k18 (Demon Angel AU)

He is legend…

He is infinite…

He is the first to defy it all.

This is how his story begins as it is written, and as it is said. All throughout the universe, it is known as the greatest revolution, his revolution. After losing favor in the eyes of God he sought to corrupt the world with darkness. With a vow and fallen army in tow, he promised to possess every human heart with evil. And at that, he was struck down. Condemned by his actions, he was chased to the fiery pits and pierced by his own brother in arms, the Golden Protector, Naruto. Since that time he now dwells both in hell and on earth. Forever he wanders like a skeleton empty and wasting. On his head, he crafted his halo in thorns and broke it in two setting it as his own crown. His wings were rotten and withered into the color of ash. From his midnight hair and bloody depth behind his eyes, he was an unsightly thing cast down below the earth. He is Sasuke a fallen king in his own right, the Devil himself.

Yet, as powerful as he seems, down below his kingdom was lonely. There were no souls just empty shells of sinful humans and the dark vessels of his demon hoards. As for the rest of hell, it was both a pocket of fire and ice. There was no light, only the heavy darkness that tainted every corner of his realm. On his throne were melted corpses of bone fused and layered over in a thin sheet of ice. There he sat, forever hoping to gaze upwards at anything but just stared at the void like the ceiling. Since the beginning of time until now he was alone. This was his fate since the day he turned his back from the light. And with a heavy blackened heart, he dreams. He dreams to touch the clouds, be surrounded by his family, he wants to be in paradise once more. He dreams to escape the loneliness. So every night, like this very same night he leaves his throne and walks the earth to escape the solitude. He leaves to dream with eyes wide open.

Once above ground, his presence is self-evident. Like clockwork, the grass and budding flowers die beneath his feet. A heavy fog follows him as he walks. He enters a clearing to sit and stare out into the world, the moon and stars stare back. Wolves howl in the distance but all other life stays away from him. No crickets, no ants cross his path less they want to meet death with open arms. It seems like a few seconds but he stays for many hours until piles of ash build around him and the dirt crumbles under his weight. While keeping a fixed gaze at the stars one, in particular, captures his attention. It starts small, almost insignificant in size to keep such attention to it, but grows. Then he sees it, the star is not like any other. It is not even a star, to begin with. She is falling.

Much like a dying star, she burns so bright and so fast. Across the night sky, she is beautiful. Her wings catch fire and darken as she begins her descent. The clouds billow ominously but soon are pushed aside by her speed. When she reaches the ground it sounds like a clap of thunder but is followed by scattering debris. In an instant, he rushes to her but stops as he catches a closer glimpse of her. Lavender eyes half shut and dark hair framed by a golden ring. Sasuke knows who she is and can't help but brush his hand by her cheek. She was as close to a lover as one could have in heaven…well before he went rogue. His forgotten spirit called out to her, it pulled him to her like gravity (a force that he believed did not even apply to him) so he got near. As close as he could, carefully he clung to her but just desperate enough to feel like a drowning man clinging to the shore.

"Hinata." His all but whispers into the night. He pulls himself closer and catches his breath. Upon closer inspection, he pauses and stares in disbelief. Her back has an open socket, one of her wings has been broken off. By the glow of her armor, he can only assume she had lost it in a recent battle. The wound is deep to scar but not deep enough to kill. The markings are that of a sword, no demon claw he first suspected. She was hurt by her own kind, the race that deserved to be her protection, not her enemies. His brows tightened in concern and glared at the billowing clouds, behind them Sasuke could sense the other angel and could smell the blood on his sword. He had half a mind to tear the angel limb from limb but decided against it as he looked down a Hinata's hurt form. The ground rumbled at his underlying anger and tremors erupted tearing up the earth beneath him. She is now a fallen one. Someone like him, who is chased from heaven's gates.

He looks up at the sky wondering if his dreams had finally started coming true. With a steady hold, he picks her up into his arms and begins his walk down into the unearthed opening below the surface. While thinking in silence he smiles, his last act of kindness before he completely losses the hidden light in himself. Only for her would he show his last gleam of saintliness. He would heal her...he would love her as she was truly meant to be. He continues his walk down and into his domain, now their domain. Sasuke sets her on a bed of snow and watches in amazement as her eyes open. Her armor has shifted from gold to black, her halo lay broken on the floor as a crown of thorns and wilted flowers take its place. Her eyes, however, they have not changed. Impossible, the snow colored eyes of angels have not faded to black. Something is not right.

She is someone between both heaven and hell. A new entity. Her lips pucker and release a soft sound, "You asked for heaven, so I came."

At her voice, he pulled her close also bringing snow into his arms along with her. He finally achieved his dream. Because he may never again reach above the clouds, but surely he has found his heaven right here on the ground.