In My Dream of Death
by Rei ^death^ Himura
Disclaimer: Thought I'd go an try my hand at something Tenshi Kinryouku-ish. Therefore, characters do not belong to me. Oh gawd... I only wish Lucifiel did. ^_^ Who wouldn't want a sexy lord of hell?
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How long have I known him? That which created me. Gave me life, the taste of the light high up in the heavens. Smiling down at me with kind benevolence while I merely gaze on with utter rapture.
They claim him to be cruel, crude and sadistic. Sinister and narcisstic. But they do not know. They do not know the terrors that threaten the very precipice of his sanity. The dark and turbulent dreams that haunt him, night after night. Often waking up in the dead of the night, his beautiful feminine face pale and feverish. His pulse jumping rapidly amidst the silence and calm solitude of his chambers.
Do they even know?
How could others understand a man who doesn't even understand himself? Who's clue to his own existence is as puzzling as to why the skies are blue and the clouds are white. They had not known... they had not seen.
They think I am his love-child, yet dare not say it to my face. My looks alone are enough to assure them of that. That the Great Rociel, Inorganic Angel of Heaven, has committed a fatal and vile sin worthy enough to have his wings ripped of his fragile being. Then sent down to the darkest and vilest section of heaven, where fallen angels prey upon one another. The battle of surviving even amongst one's own.
Perhaps I am his child. I know that much that he created me. That he gave me a form from the wandering spirit that I once was. And he told me that I would see him again one day, in the great palace of revered angels. I did didn't I? It was worth the harsh slap that he had bestowed upon my face, yet no doubt, it was worth it. To have him pull me into his chambers and then smile at me so tenderly, lightly chiding me for not revealing what he had done to the general public.
I love him.
And somehow, I think he loves me too. He saved me from the Messiah's wrath, forced his pill of life down my throat, to have a part of him manifest itself within me; making me whole once again. I am a part of him... and I will forever be.
So how did everything manage to go wrong? How could the tender and patient Rociel I knew be so cold and calculative? So vile and senile? Watching the blood splatter onto the walls of the sacred Etamenki, having his vile creation do his every bidding. The man who was once the Lord of Hell, now a mere toy for Rociel to play with?
Can you tell me?
I know he loves me. I could see it in his rage-filled eyes. Even after the transformation... even after having me killed at his own hands. I know he does. Whatever morbidity that has brought itself down upon us, the trials and terror I have been through to ensure him his safety and sanity. I finally understand it all, even at the price of both of our lives.
I love him. That is all that matters.
Ending Notes: It seems not constant in some areas. I do beg pardon. But it was written in the point of a dying Katan. I think he was one of the most remembered characters in the series. He was someone who would give his all and everything to satisfy and satiate his master. Even if that master was the *censored* Rociel. It's amazing how Yuki-sama is able to portray the essence of devotion and utmost dedication of one person to another.
