Of Heaven and Hell
Ryo Angel
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Chapter Five
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I laid back on cold throne, closed my eyes and listened to the screams of new souls. My
body relaxed, I didn't stir as I felt Celine's presence. "More wine?" I asked her.
"Over a millennium's storage." She tempted, laying the goblet on the arm of my throne
within arm's reach. "Having trouble with a certain bunny?" She asked in her motherly
tone.
My hand closed around the goblet and I sat up. Opening my eyes, I took a small sip,
feeling the burn of life rush down my throat and enter my body. When I bothered to look
at her, I saw her eyes shine with amusement. "Do you think that I'm growing weak?"
I asked her. I wasn't harsh or demanding as I was with Jedite. This was Celine. She spent
centuries with me. Teaching me the ways of being royalty. The ways of blending in with
the mortals that believe themselves to be of the good.
She shook her head. She took a sip from her own goblet of wine. "I believe that you are
protecting what is yours." She smiles and held up her goblet in toast. "Tonight my niece
will become Sailor Mars."
I frowned, "Your niece?"
She nodded. "Hino Rei."
"Beautiful Fire. Princess of Mars... How...?" I trailed off, letting her tell the tale.
"It's millenniums and millenniums ago." She told me. "You might not know this, but I was
one of the first mortals to have walked on the newly created universe." She smirked,
"During it's second creation of course."
"Of course." Time means nothing in Hell. When Creation starts over, the souls are given a
chance to live again. Those that wish it of course. In Heaven, those that does not wish to
be reborn are given duties as a guardian angel. In Hell... well, let's just say it's not pretty.
But I was surprised that she was one of the first mortals. Why didn't she want to be
reincarnated? I voiced my question.
"Didn't feel like it. Besides, I was with your father at the time of Rebirth." She smiled
fondly, "Those were good times..."
I keep forgetting that she was the only one that holds Father's affections. Even now, he
returns to her bed... when she welcomes him. "But what about the Martian Princess?" I
asked her, swirling the wine around. "How is she related to you?"
"My sister was reincarnated during the Rebirth of the Silver Millennium as the Queen of
Mars. She married one of the lesser Prince of Pluto and gave birth to my niece. I
remember attending her christianing."
I was thoroughly surprised now. She attended a christianing? An immortal? A DEMON? "I
can't even begin to imagine their faces." I smiled.
"Oh, they didn't know I was there. But as she was bathed into the fire of Mars, I made
sure that she was chosen by the Priestess as the Chosen One. She should live as long as
she could..." She trailed off.
"Do you miss your own daughter?" I asked her. My half-sister. Normally the offsprings of
Lucifer does not join with the Rebrith, but she has chosen... or rather, demanded that she
be allowed. And she had earned a place in Heaven. Perhaps she was better off there.
Celine shook her head, "No. It's been a long time. Besides," She downed her goblet of
wine and tossed it into the eternal flame. "Morgana now lives the life she wants... as
a Sailor Senshi."
"Which one?" I asked. Morgana as a Senshi? That's a twist. She hated Guinevere so before...
"Pluto." Celine told me as she flickered off. Morgana? As the Guardian of Time. Well, she
always loved watching the mortals. Now she has a chance to do as she wish... and
doesn't have to play the part of a cowering servant to her princess.
Perhaps I should see this Princess of Mars. After all, if Celine had told me of her existance,
it means that she wants me to look after her. Always. Taking care, I moved from the
shadows into the temple that Rei resides. My eyes narrow when I saw Jedite's form.
Although I saw to it that he suffered for his insolance, I let him live. He was, after all, one
of my darling brother's generals. Couldn't have him die so easily. But his very presence
angers me. And the demon that he summoned had my eyes blazing Hell's fire. I made my
anger known.
"Prince of Darkness, I beseech you!" He pleaded. "Spare me!"
I was calm through his begging. "Come out." I told my former lover. Not Beryl this time.
This was before Beryl, before my Serena. This was Drusilla. She was a vision of beauty.
Always was. Dark raven locks tumbled down to her waist. Her eyes held a spark of
insanity, but if you bothered to look past her exterior, you would see an ingenious mind.
She was pale, naturally, she loved the paleness of the moon. And had made her flesh to
look as such. But it only added to her beauty. Donned in black attire, she looked every bit
of the Lady of Death as everyone had claimed they seen during the plague in Europe so
many years ago.
"My sweet William has gone from me." She sang softly, walking to my side, head tilted to
one side, a forlorn expression on her face.
"I was never yours, sister." I spat. Do you find it surprising? That I had fucked my sister?
She was older than me. Much much older. She was in fact one of the first of my father's
offsprings when he had fallen from Jehovah's golden garden. And one of the deadliest.
When I came down to Hell, before I had met Celine, Drusilla danced around me like
forbidden fruit. She was one of the first that had corrupted me. I followed her around for
a hundred years, her devoted slave. Whatever she had wanted, she got.
You heard of souls, correct? Well, most souls go to Heaven. Something about Jehovah
forgiving everything and all that junk. The bodies, when buried or burned or whatever,
still retain a bit of their soul. Don't ask me to explain, it would take more moments than
you mortals possesses. Those tiny bits of etheral origins are the evils that a person had
done. They go to Hell and wait for enough to merge to create a new soul. One of pure
evil.
Of course, not all souls that exists in Hell are purely evil. Sometimes one of my siblings
would tamper with a soul of the pure and pour evil into the pure. Despite what you may
have heard of light always triumphs over evil, evil sometimes win. And in the ways of the
soul, evil ALWAYS wins. So begins the tales of vampires. I suppose we are vampires in the
sense of soul snatching. When the evil tidbits take over, it's like having water full to the
brim and adding more. The purity of the souls spills over. And instead of accending to
Heaven, it descends to Hell and merges with evil, creating a new soul. Not fully evil. Not
fully pure. The Slayer.
Drusilla fancied herself to be a vampire, so I went along with her and freed a couple
thousand souls. But then I met the Slayer. Elizabeth Anne Summers. Buffy to everyone.
Cor, she was beautiful. Full of fire, passion. Much like my Usako. I didn't have the heart to
take her soul. Even a part of it. She had died once and touched Heaven. Twice, and she
found Heaven. But her fools of so-called friends ripped her away. And the tiny tidbit of
evil that had came to Hell was called back, but it had merged with others. With demon
souls. And she became something of a demon herself.
But that was all in the past.
Drusilla stands before me now, her head still tilted, a smile on her face. "Would you like
Mummy to make it better?" She asked me, stepping closer. "Take the nasty Slayer and
her light away from you forever?"
My defenses had been stripped down as she made her way to me. But when she laid her
head down on my chest and reminded me of what she had taken from me - my child.
'I thought you had changed, Spike.' She looked at me helplessly, holding the lifeless child
in her arms, completely drained of blood. 'I thought you loved me.'
Drusilla had killed my daughter. And left the blame to me. Buffy couldn't kill me. And a new
Slayer had to be called when she... when she died. With a growl, I shoved Drusilla away.
"Regardless of what you think, Sister." I emphasized, "I am stronger than I was before."
My eyes hardened, and a cruel smile graced my lips when I saw Jedite still before me,
frozen in place when Drusilla appeared. "But I am not heartless." I told her, turning her
around so she faced the pale Jedite, "I have a little toy for you to play with."
I watched as Drusilla collected her 'jewel of darkness'. A small hand placed on my
shoulder had me whirling around. "Buffy." I greeted. The petite girl standing before me
was not the woman that I had fell in love with. And she knew it. My Buffy had died just as
the Rebirth of Creation occurred. And this woman before me may have her memories, her
name. But this woman has neither her soul nor my love.
"Isn't that a little cruel to do?" She asked me, referring to Jedite.
I shook my head, "He got what he deserved." My gaze soften, "And you, little one? Isn't it
time for your rebirth?" Although she had a pure soul at birth, my siblings had turned her.
And now she has more evil than good.
She shrugged, not looking me in the eye. "Doesn't matter really."
I smiled, there was something I could do for her. Stroking her hair, I took away enough of
the evil to insert the goodness and purity she needed to ascend to Heaven. Kissing her
cheek, I smiled, "You need to be reborn, Slayer."
She gasped and I stand back as the fire consumed her. The fire of rebirth.
"Good-bye."
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As you can see, I'm a fan of BtVS. ^-^ Drusilla WILL be back... maybe. It might be fun to
see how she reacts to everything else... hehe.
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Thank-you much for the reviews!
Helene - It make sense? I mean, of course it make sense! *shifty eyes* My story always
makes sense... yeah... that's right... makes sense...
Alexiel - Arthur is Mamoru (let's call the fake one Akuma for sanity's sake). The entire story
requires some thought to fully understand it... and I don't. Understand it I mean... and I wrote
it... that's... not right... Anyways, Celine... I can't tell you much about her, you'll just have to
read on to find out. Beryl? Queen of Hell? Not even in her dreams. She's an innocent prat that
broke one of the ten commandments and is now rotting in Hell. But since she was a complete
soul, she gets to do whatever she wants instead of wasting away and all that rot. The story
explains itself later on... I think...
rena - Yeah, I think I threw myself off with that too. Yes please, give me another ego trip. It
makes me feel good ^^;; If you do have questions, don't hesitate to ask!
Kuro Tenshi - Glad you loved it. And please don't spoil it for everyone. The story might not end,
cuz I might do a sequel... but let's not keep our fingers crossed.
SilentStar-009 - I'm glad it's interesting and I sure do hope I get MORE reviews... *hint hint*
GothicElf - Yup, ya gotta love plot twists... and cliff hangers are the best! But I won't be that
cruel... or would I? *evil grin*
princess2000204 - I don't worry, I... um... stress. ^^;;
Ryo Angel
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Chapter Five
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I laid back on cold throne, closed my eyes and listened to the screams of new souls. My
body relaxed, I didn't stir as I felt Celine's presence. "More wine?" I asked her.
"Over a millennium's storage." She tempted, laying the goblet on the arm of my throne
within arm's reach. "Having trouble with a certain bunny?" She asked in her motherly
tone.
My hand closed around the goblet and I sat up. Opening my eyes, I took a small sip,
feeling the burn of life rush down my throat and enter my body. When I bothered to look
at her, I saw her eyes shine with amusement. "Do you think that I'm growing weak?"
I asked her. I wasn't harsh or demanding as I was with Jedite. This was Celine. She spent
centuries with me. Teaching me the ways of being royalty. The ways of blending in with
the mortals that believe themselves to be of the good.
She shook her head. She took a sip from her own goblet of wine. "I believe that you are
protecting what is yours." She smiles and held up her goblet in toast. "Tonight my niece
will become Sailor Mars."
I frowned, "Your niece?"
She nodded. "Hino Rei."
"Beautiful Fire. Princess of Mars... How...?" I trailed off, letting her tell the tale.
"It's millenniums and millenniums ago." She told me. "You might not know this, but I was
one of the first mortals to have walked on the newly created universe." She smirked,
"During it's second creation of course."
"Of course." Time means nothing in Hell. When Creation starts over, the souls are given a
chance to live again. Those that wish it of course. In Heaven, those that does not wish to
be reborn are given duties as a guardian angel. In Hell... well, let's just say it's not pretty.
But I was surprised that she was one of the first mortals. Why didn't she want to be
reincarnated? I voiced my question.
"Didn't feel like it. Besides, I was with your father at the time of Rebirth." She smiled
fondly, "Those were good times..."
I keep forgetting that she was the only one that holds Father's affections. Even now, he
returns to her bed... when she welcomes him. "But what about the Martian Princess?" I
asked her, swirling the wine around. "How is she related to you?"
"My sister was reincarnated during the Rebirth of the Silver Millennium as the Queen of
Mars. She married one of the lesser Prince of Pluto and gave birth to my niece. I
remember attending her christianing."
I was thoroughly surprised now. She attended a christianing? An immortal? A DEMON? "I
can't even begin to imagine their faces." I smiled.
"Oh, they didn't know I was there. But as she was bathed into the fire of Mars, I made
sure that she was chosen by the Priestess as the Chosen One. She should live as long as
she could..." She trailed off.
"Do you miss your own daughter?" I asked her. My half-sister. Normally the offsprings of
Lucifer does not join with the Rebrith, but she has chosen... or rather, demanded that she
be allowed. And she had earned a place in Heaven. Perhaps she was better off there.
Celine shook her head, "No. It's been a long time. Besides," She downed her goblet of
wine and tossed it into the eternal flame. "Morgana now lives the life she wants... as
a Sailor Senshi."
"Which one?" I asked. Morgana as a Senshi? That's a twist. She hated Guinevere so before...
"Pluto." Celine told me as she flickered off. Morgana? As the Guardian of Time. Well, she
always loved watching the mortals. Now she has a chance to do as she wish... and
doesn't have to play the part of a cowering servant to her princess.
Perhaps I should see this Princess of Mars. After all, if Celine had told me of her existance,
it means that she wants me to look after her. Always. Taking care, I moved from the
shadows into the temple that Rei resides. My eyes narrow when I saw Jedite's form.
Although I saw to it that he suffered for his insolance, I let him live. He was, after all, one
of my darling brother's generals. Couldn't have him die so easily. But his very presence
angers me. And the demon that he summoned had my eyes blazing Hell's fire. I made my
anger known.
"Prince of Darkness, I beseech you!" He pleaded. "Spare me!"
I was calm through his begging. "Come out." I told my former lover. Not Beryl this time.
This was before Beryl, before my Serena. This was Drusilla. She was a vision of beauty.
Always was. Dark raven locks tumbled down to her waist. Her eyes held a spark of
insanity, but if you bothered to look past her exterior, you would see an ingenious mind.
She was pale, naturally, she loved the paleness of the moon. And had made her flesh to
look as such. But it only added to her beauty. Donned in black attire, she looked every bit
of the Lady of Death as everyone had claimed they seen during the plague in Europe so
many years ago.
"My sweet William has gone from me." She sang softly, walking to my side, head tilted to
one side, a forlorn expression on her face.
"I was never yours, sister." I spat. Do you find it surprising? That I had fucked my sister?
She was older than me. Much much older. She was in fact one of the first of my father's
offsprings when he had fallen from Jehovah's golden garden. And one of the deadliest.
When I came down to Hell, before I had met Celine, Drusilla danced around me like
forbidden fruit. She was one of the first that had corrupted me. I followed her around for
a hundred years, her devoted slave. Whatever she had wanted, she got.
You heard of souls, correct? Well, most souls go to Heaven. Something about Jehovah
forgiving everything and all that junk. The bodies, when buried or burned or whatever,
still retain a bit of their soul. Don't ask me to explain, it would take more moments than
you mortals possesses. Those tiny bits of etheral origins are the evils that a person had
done. They go to Hell and wait for enough to merge to create a new soul. One of pure
evil.
Of course, not all souls that exists in Hell are purely evil. Sometimes one of my siblings
would tamper with a soul of the pure and pour evil into the pure. Despite what you may
have heard of light always triumphs over evil, evil sometimes win. And in the ways of the
soul, evil ALWAYS wins. So begins the tales of vampires. I suppose we are vampires in the
sense of soul snatching. When the evil tidbits take over, it's like having water full to the
brim and adding more. The purity of the souls spills over. And instead of accending to
Heaven, it descends to Hell and merges with evil, creating a new soul. Not fully evil. Not
fully pure. The Slayer.
Drusilla fancied herself to be a vampire, so I went along with her and freed a couple
thousand souls. But then I met the Slayer. Elizabeth Anne Summers. Buffy to everyone.
Cor, she was beautiful. Full of fire, passion. Much like my Usako. I didn't have the heart to
take her soul. Even a part of it. She had died once and touched Heaven. Twice, and she
found Heaven. But her fools of so-called friends ripped her away. And the tiny tidbit of
evil that had came to Hell was called back, but it had merged with others. With demon
souls. And she became something of a demon herself.
But that was all in the past.
Drusilla stands before me now, her head still tilted, a smile on her face. "Would you like
Mummy to make it better?" She asked me, stepping closer. "Take the nasty Slayer and
her light away from you forever?"
My defenses had been stripped down as she made her way to me. But when she laid her
head down on my chest and reminded me of what she had taken from me - my child.
'I thought you had changed, Spike.' She looked at me helplessly, holding the lifeless child
in her arms, completely drained of blood. 'I thought you loved me.'
Drusilla had killed my daughter. And left the blame to me. Buffy couldn't kill me. And a new
Slayer had to be called when she... when she died. With a growl, I shoved Drusilla away.
"Regardless of what you think, Sister." I emphasized, "I am stronger than I was before."
My eyes hardened, and a cruel smile graced my lips when I saw Jedite still before me,
frozen in place when Drusilla appeared. "But I am not heartless." I told her, turning her
around so she faced the pale Jedite, "I have a little toy for you to play with."
I watched as Drusilla collected her 'jewel of darkness'. A small hand placed on my
shoulder had me whirling around. "Buffy." I greeted. The petite girl standing before me
was not the woman that I had fell in love with. And she knew it. My Buffy had died just as
the Rebirth of Creation occurred. And this woman before me may have her memories, her
name. But this woman has neither her soul nor my love.
"Isn't that a little cruel to do?" She asked me, referring to Jedite.
I shook my head, "He got what he deserved." My gaze soften, "And you, little one? Isn't it
time for your rebirth?" Although she had a pure soul at birth, my siblings had turned her.
And now she has more evil than good.
She shrugged, not looking me in the eye. "Doesn't matter really."
I smiled, there was something I could do for her. Stroking her hair, I took away enough of
the evil to insert the goodness and purity she needed to ascend to Heaven. Kissing her
cheek, I smiled, "You need to be reborn, Slayer."
She gasped and I stand back as the fire consumed her. The fire of rebirth.
"Good-bye."
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As you can see, I'm a fan of BtVS. ^-^ Drusilla WILL be back... maybe. It might be fun to
see how she reacts to everything else... hehe.
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW
Please?
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Thank-you much for the reviews!
Helene - It make sense? I mean, of course it make sense! *shifty eyes* My story always
makes sense... yeah... that's right... makes sense...
Alexiel - Arthur is Mamoru (let's call the fake one Akuma for sanity's sake). The entire story
requires some thought to fully understand it... and I don't. Understand it I mean... and I wrote
it... that's... not right... Anyways, Celine... I can't tell you much about her, you'll just have to
read on to find out. Beryl? Queen of Hell? Not even in her dreams. She's an innocent prat that
broke one of the ten commandments and is now rotting in Hell. But since she was a complete
soul, she gets to do whatever she wants instead of wasting away and all that rot. The story
explains itself later on... I think...
rena - Yeah, I think I threw myself off with that too. Yes please, give me another ego trip. It
makes me feel good ^^;; If you do have questions, don't hesitate to ask!
Kuro Tenshi - Glad you loved it. And please don't spoil it for everyone. The story might not end,
cuz I might do a sequel... but let's not keep our fingers crossed.
SilentStar-009 - I'm glad it's interesting and I sure do hope I get MORE reviews... *hint hint*
GothicElf - Yup, ya gotta love plot twists... and cliff hangers are the best! But I won't be that
cruel... or would I? *evil grin*
princess2000204 - I don't worry, I... um... stress. ^^;;
