Welcome Back Wicked Melody!

Wow. So it has been a while since I've written anything. Well, welcome me back if you can recall my dirty little piece I had done a while back under Wicked Melody. Unfortunately it was deleted, and I deleted it myself with little interest of posting it back up somewhere else. This time, I'm introducing a new fiction under Angel Sanctuary, starring the one and only Rociel. [while I kick bottles around under the desk, God knows why they are down there. ¬¬;; ::cough:: Not even mine.] Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this one, who actually intend on reading this. I'm sorry that Rociel ends up with a female for those of you who rather see our nacissistic friend with a guy. ;.; Don't shun me! I'm not even sure how long this female will last. I love the girl though. ^_^ She's RPed by my good friend. hehe. All my credittedness for Ebony goes to Jez. 333 Thanks for the inspiration. Hopefully we'll have much more plentiful and inspirational play. Haven't written in a while, many said they liked the description, show me where to take this people. Suggestions? Sure, though I can't say I'd do everything that pleases all of you, not my style. Anyone may contact me. My e-mail is poisontiit@aol.com or by AIM which is also poisontiit. Note: The second "I" looks like and L when on caps. Don't say tit you morons who were thinking that. I was thinking also that perhaps I should have added more to this opening of the great act, but hmm...when you like to work late into the morning, say 2 or 3 AM on a weekend,

you really truly lack ideas. Don't forget I really don't know where this'll end up, I'm hoping successfully to say the least. Please leave reviews, emails, IMs whatever. I'm looking forward to fandom more than bitchiness. Ah, well. Enough with my random chit-chat. Welcome back me! Enjoy!

ps: with the lack of much dialog for a start, I have rated this PG. once I get more into the detail and description the rating may change. hopefully that's little of an inconvenience.



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Mad Hatter

"Ah...ah yes sir! I'll bring the child to you right away sir." The elderly woman dressed in dirty and ragged cloth rose quickly to her feet and turned, to hasten her way out of the large, once abandoned cathedral. She was stricken with fear of the man who had now took residence in the building, and she could only hate him with a passion, but he offered her and her husband such an irresistible offer they would not refuse, even if it did mean for them to lose there one and only child.





The air hung cold and stiff through out the entire room where masses were once held, and said to still be heard late at night. It was eerie these noises, it was often thought of as haunted. Haunted it was, if that's what you would call it. Haunted by one of the most magnificently beautiful creatures ever to set foot on mortal grounds. A self-centered, narcissistic angel.







Behind the large, antiquated wood and iron doors of the building sat a lonely angel. Oh he was beautiful, so, so beautiful. His beauty would charm even the straightest of men. This would have to be God, if there was even such a being left, a common mistake amongst mortals. But his hair, yes, his hair it was gorgeous. Shiny tendrils of lavender weeping down his back and curling graciously into one another, it had such a silky feel, and such a shine everyone thought it was glass. And must I go any further? Yes, yes I must.

Oh, you could get lost just staring into his depressed, and often insane orbicular swirls of shallow yellow. And then his lips, they were perfect, especially to kiss, anyone would want to touch those pale, pink lips of his, they were the gateway for his icy, sweet words.

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Ahem...well despite his feminine, and most fawned over appearance, he was known to be a man of power and beauty. He had always gotten what he wanted with his power, and this was true in this most recent incident. This would be the first time our God, Rociel would have fallen in love with his newest sacrificial puppet.

A silent yawn escaped the man's lips. He was at the edge of his seat, for he knew his prize was to be delivered any moment. Rociel had to keep his mind off it before he went insane, if there was even such a word. His legs started to stretch out when there was a rapping a the door and then it slowly crept open.

A familiar face peaked inward and Rociel looked upon it with a delighted grin. He knew of course that these kind peoples daughter had now arrived. The door opened more and the lady held the hand of a veiled figure and then walked up toward Rociel's magnificent throne on which he sat upon and waited. His eyes kept cast on the little framed figure in her black dress and veil.

Once they slowly made it to their financial savior, the old woman pushed the girl forward. "Here is my daughter Rociel. Please, give me the money...please." The old woman hurried the deal.

Rociel huffed and stood up. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a large velvet bag. He shook it a few times and listened to the sound of gold pieces clicking and clanging together, then he tossed it at the woman. His face twisted in disgust as the woman hastily snatched the bag up while has hand reached out and pulled the girl by her shoulder into his side. "Does this girl have a name woman?"

"Ebony." Spoke the old woman as she stuffed the bagged coins into her brassiere and then quickly ran out in a silent joy. No mourning at all for the loss of her daughter. Very motherly.

Rociel's face wrenched up even more, he could even share a bond with the poor sole against him than that greedy woman who gave her up. His eyes turned downward toward the silent little thing. He lifted the black veil which draped over her face and studied her beauty. She was a gorgeous child. This girl could only be about sixteen or seventeen. "Well now, what a beauty, almost as beautiful as myself." Rociel snickered to himself.

Ebony looked up into the man's beautiful eyes. She just nodded and then let out a small sigh from her pink lips. Her feet pulled her away from him a few inches and she then bowed her head to him out of shyness. Ebony was quite impressed with her master's beauty, let alone him enjoying hers. He deserved her praise, especially because she is only a poor girl who usually begged for her parents, she was nothing compared to this noble majesty.