This is my first Tekken fic so please R/R, hope you like it.
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An Angel Never Dies
'I am all light in darkness, I am all good in evil; I am the only, the true, the pure and you are the one . . .who will kill me.'
Chapter 1
Silhouetted in the dull moonlight stood the form of a man. As he leant against the cold marble of the balcony, the breeze gently brushing his cheek, he wore a troubled look. The warrior looked up at the moon, the grey orb glowed an eerie light. Suddenly the man felt a tingling in his body. He felt the energy flowing slowly out of his limbs, his brain, his heart. All being directed to one place, the scar on his left shoulder.
The man bit his lip, the pain was wrenching at his soul. He stooped to the ground yelling and panting. Every muscle of his body was tensed. He let out a final scream of agony as his scar erupted with light which fanned into an enormous sphere of light. The man was engulfed in the ball of lightening which slowly twisted into a figure. Finally the demon stood complete. . .Devil. He strangely resembled the warrior, Kazuya, his skin was deep violet and there was a scar across his chest, just like Kazuya's. The monster's feet were those of a griffin, knarled and hooked with razor sharp claws like those on his sweaty hands. Pulsating veins ran up his legs and all through his body. Two bat-like wings lay folded against his spine. From the mass of spiked jet-black hair on his head emerged two twisted horns. Below this his face was contorted into a grim smirk while his tail swung menacingly between his legs.
Devil.
Devil was all evil, he contained no trace of good. His original form, Kazuya, however, was not all evil; although mostly bad some of his being was good. So the darkness contained in Kazuya's heart was not enough to create a whole being. Devil needed the evil of the person closest to Kazuya. . .she was dead, but her spirit remained. It was from this that Devil extracted the final traces of evil he needed to become whole.
What was left of Jun's spirit, her good, lay unobserved until, millions of infinities later they found the few remains of Kazuya's being, his good. These combined to form a new being, all seeing, all knowing and all good; her name was Angel. She was all purity, she felt no hatred no spite, no desire. She was the other half of Devil-- and it showed. She was in the form of a human woman but the aura that radiated from her was so entirely pure it felt almost supernatural. Her shining locks of wavy golden hair were scooped back in a bun and a leafed garland adorned her head. Her skin was as pale as the shimmering stars and glowed with a happy, healthy sensation. Two liquid blue eyes stared an intense stare form beneath her curling eyelashes. Her creased lips formed an eternal half smile. She wore a white sleeveless shirt and trousers which reached just below her knees, these were secured by a length of rope around her slim but perfectly rounded waist. And twisting between the shining hairs of her legs were two cords which ran down into her golden sandals. But her most prominent feature was her lengthy feathered wings, more delicate than a dove's.
But Angel was so great a being that she could never be fully contained in one time and so she spread over all of the universe and all of time, this was how she came to be in the same time as Devil.