He was standing, in the middle of a vast white expanse. There was nothing
but white as far as the eye could see, but he could still tell where the
floor ended and a vast white sky began. He looked around, finding himself
free to do so, and saw something that looked very out of place in this
world of white.
There were almost too many to count, shadowy, black. They had the forms of a man, and held swords, and he knew there was something familiar about them. He saw one with a long black cape, and two cat-girls who looked identical. There were numerous nameless soldiers, but a few he recognized as Dragonslayers.
They moved quickly to stand around him, surrounding him. He had no chance to get away, no chance to escape being skewered on their swords. Unless, he showed them his greatest secret. It seemed he had no choice.
He could feel that familiar sensation spreading along his spine, almost a tingling feeling that centered between his shoulder blades. One of the shadows lifted their sword and seemed to scream a war cry, but he could hardly hear it. It thrust its sword straight at him, and would've disemboweled him if he hadn't moved to the side. However, the thrust wasn't completely off target, he got a long cut down his side instead.
His shirt ripped as his wings came forth in an explosion of feathers, white and long and beautiful. A demon's curse. The shadows, things that looked human but weren't, staggered back in fear and awe, but he knew it wouldn't last forever, especially against the shadow of his brother.
Jumping into the air, he beat his wings, twice the length of his body and allowed himself to soar away. He was happy, relaxed for once in his sleep. He had been having nightmares for over a week, ever since that girl arrived. He would be glad when she was gone, he couldn't understand his feelings towards her. One moment, he hated her for everything her other half had done, the next. it was confusing.
Suddenly, the air seemed to ripple, and his wings buckled. He fell almost all the way to the ground again, but managed to slow himself enough that the landing didn't hurt quite so much. He picked himself up, out of the dirt and looked up, knowing he would be there again.
He stepped forward, his leather boots tapping lightly on the ground, and he was grinning psychotically, as was his way. He walked right up, garnet eyes gleaming with an inner flame all his own, and grabbed a chunk of his hair. His wings twitched slightly in pain as he was dragged to his feet, and the silvery one slapped him, holding him up still by his black hair.
"Van. You think you can get away by flying. Well, I can fly too." He giggled, and the winged one shuddered. He found himself suddenly on the ground, his face being pushed into the dirt.
"You know that I'll never leave you alone Van." He told him, drawing out the name as a curse. His wings flapped wildly of their own accord, and knocked the red-eyed one over. He pulled his head back, blood seeping from his nose and gasped for air.
"You bastard!" He exclaimed, jumping back onto his feet and kicking the injured angel in the side harshly. He held back the cry as he was forced onto his side, his wing bending almost so far that it would snap. He quickly rolled himself so that he was lying on his stomach again.
But the assault stopped. Slowly, the winged one lifted his head and what he saw shocked him beyond movement. The garnet eyed devil was removing his chest and shoulder armor taking off everything but a lavender undershirt. The bleeding one's eyes widened as suddenly, something burst from his back, a pair of blood red dragon's wings.
The garnet eyed one turned his gaze back to his victim. "You see Van? Now there is no escape." He grinned and walked over as the other's eyes filled with fear. He bent over and crouched down, becoming eye level with the stunned king. "I will follow you forever, until you fall down, exhausted and alone. Then we'll see how long the king will live."
The angel stared with horror into the devil's eyes, and he knew it was true. No matter what he did, where he fled, this ruby eyed murderer would follow and kill those that offered him sanctuary. Slowly, shaking, he gained his feet again, the red winged one following his every movement. His lips parted for the first time in speech, the first time he ever spoke to the demon in his dreams.
The demon cocked his head, still smirking, knowing victory was assured. The boy-king, who had not been ready to take this war upon his shoulders, stepped forward and embraced his enemy. The demon was taken aback, this had not been expected.
"I'm sorry it had to be this way. I wish this never happened. I wish that Hitomi never came here and that I never had to kill your men. I wish you and I could've met under different circumstances, and that we wouldn't have to try to kill each other." He whispered.
And as he spoke, he slowly slid the knife between the other's ribs. He gasped, and slumped forward, falling into the other's arms and the realization as to why the angel had come so close came to him.
"So. this is the end. Not as bad as I thought." He whispered and his eyes closed.
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Van's eyes opened slowly, but he did not move. The bedroom came into focus and he realized that his enemy was indeed lying on top of him, as he'd assumed. He shifted his arm, and checked the neck for a pulse. There was none. He sighed sadly and let a tear make a trail down the side of his face as he stared up at the ceiling.
"I'm sorry Celena. You never really had a chance." He whispered to the darkness, hoping she could hear him. Slowly, he pushed the limp body off himself and got out of bed. The boy-king spread his wings, but there was no flurry of feathers this time. Gently, he picked up the body of the dead captain and made his way to the balcony.
"Van!" A low baritone from the doorway cut through his thoughts and halted his movement. He didn't turn his head, but he knew who it was. The blonde knight of heaven walked over to him and grabbed his shoulder tightly. Van made no move to resist.
"You will pay for killing my sister." He hissed, looking down at the body briefly with only a hint of the true sorrow he felt being projected into his eyes. "Come with me." He commanded. Van shook his head, but followed Allen out of the room. Just outside was Merle, who shrieked at the sight of the dead man in her lord's arms.
They made their way down into the main council chamber, where Millerna, queen of Asturia and Chid, the young Duke of Fried awaited him. They had come a few days ago to visit, but they did not know it would end in death. When Allen's sister went missing and he asked all of them to help him find her, they thought she would be found in the gardens or some such thing, but this? No, they did not expect this.
Millerna turned pale at the sight of Van calmly carrying the body of his greatest enemy while the Duke was more astonished by Van's wings.
"I am going to take him to his burial grounds." Van announced and waited for their reaction. Allen looked as though he would very much like to rip Van's head off with Scherizade, Millerna seemed uncertain of what to do, but Chid seemed to know something the others did not.
"You are welcome to bury him in Fried, if you like Lord Van." The small blonde child said, breaking the silence. Allen looked at his son as though he was crazy, but that seemed to make up Millerna's mind.
"And you are welcome to bury him in Asturia as well." She offered, and Van smiled his thanks at the both of them. Allen glared at all three of them.
"How can you let him do what he likes?! He just killed my sister!" He yelled. Van calmly looked over at the emotionally distraught knight.
"I did nothing, Dilandau killed her." Allen stared at him, then down at the limp, unmistakable body of the captain of the Dragonslayers. He sighed and looked up at Van.
"But Dilandau is dead. Celena came back, I saw her, I lived with her. He couldn't still be alive." Allen protested weakly, not wanting to believe. Millerna gently placed her hand on Allen's shoulder and he froze. He couldn't move, or he would do something that he would later regret. He would pent his sorrow in his room later.
"I'm sorry Allen, but I have to go." Allen didn't move and Van took that as an affirmative. Chid watched as the Fanelian king walked to the hallway, and out the main palace doors with the body.
Neither one of the two was ever seen again.
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LMK: I own nothing. The end. Hope you enjoyed.
There were almost too many to count, shadowy, black. They had the forms of a man, and held swords, and he knew there was something familiar about them. He saw one with a long black cape, and two cat-girls who looked identical. There were numerous nameless soldiers, but a few he recognized as Dragonslayers.
They moved quickly to stand around him, surrounding him. He had no chance to get away, no chance to escape being skewered on their swords. Unless, he showed them his greatest secret. It seemed he had no choice.
He could feel that familiar sensation spreading along his spine, almost a tingling feeling that centered between his shoulder blades. One of the shadows lifted their sword and seemed to scream a war cry, but he could hardly hear it. It thrust its sword straight at him, and would've disemboweled him if he hadn't moved to the side. However, the thrust wasn't completely off target, he got a long cut down his side instead.
His shirt ripped as his wings came forth in an explosion of feathers, white and long and beautiful. A demon's curse. The shadows, things that looked human but weren't, staggered back in fear and awe, but he knew it wouldn't last forever, especially against the shadow of his brother.
Jumping into the air, he beat his wings, twice the length of his body and allowed himself to soar away. He was happy, relaxed for once in his sleep. He had been having nightmares for over a week, ever since that girl arrived. He would be glad when she was gone, he couldn't understand his feelings towards her. One moment, he hated her for everything her other half had done, the next. it was confusing.
Suddenly, the air seemed to ripple, and his wings buckled. He fell almost all the way to the ground again, but managed to slow himself enough that the landing didn't hurt quite so much. He picked himself up, out of the dirt and looked up, knowing he would be there again.
He stepped forward, his leather boots tapping lightly on the ground, and he was grinning psychotically, as was his way. He walked right up, garnet eyes gleaming with an inner flame all his own, and grabbed a chunk of his hair. His wings twitched slightly in pain as he was dragged to his feet, and the silvery one slapped him, holding him up still by his black hair.
"Van. You think you can get away by flying. Well, I can fly too." He giggled, and the winged one shuddered. He found himself suddenly on the ground, his face being pushed into the dirt.
"You know that I'll never leave you alone Van." He told him, drawing out the name as a curse. His wings flapped wildly of their own accord, and knocked the red-eyed one over. He pulled his head back, blood seeping from his nose and gasped for air.
"You bastard!" He exclaimed, jumping back onto his feet and kicking the injured angel in the side harshly. He held back the cry as he was forced onto his side, his wing bending almost so far that it would snap. He quickly rolled himself so that he was lying on his stomach again.
But the assault stopped. Slowly, the winged one lifted his head and what he saw shocked him beyond movement. The garnet eyed devil was removing his chest and shoulder armor taking off everything but a lavender undershirt. The bleeding one's eyes widened as suddenly, something burst from his back, a pair of blood red dragon's wings.
The garnet eyed one turned his gaze back to his victim. "You see Van? Now there is no escape." He grinned and walked over as the other's eyes filled with fear. He bent over and crouched down, becoming eye level with the stunned king. "I will follow you forever, until you fall down, exhausted and alone. Then we'll see how long the king will live."
The angel stared with horror into the devil's eyes, and he knew it was true. No matter what he did, where he fled, this ruby eyed murderer would follow and kill those that offered him sanctuary. Slowly, shaking, he gained his feet again, the red winged one following his every movement. His lips parted for the first time in speech, the first time he ever spoke to the demon in his dreams.
The demon cocked his head, still smirking, knowing victory was assured. The boy-king, who had not been ready to take this war upon his shoulders, stepped forward and embraced his enemy. The demon was taken aback, this had not been expected.
"I'm sorry it had to be this way. I wish this never happened. I wish that Hitomi never came here and that I never had to kill your men. I wish you and I could've met under different circumstances, and that we wouldn't have to try to kill each other." He whispered.
And as he spoke, he slowly slid the knife between the other's ribs. He gasped, and slumped forward, falling into the other's arms and the realization as to why the angel had come so close came to him.
"So. this is the end. Not as bad as I thought." He whispered and his eyes closed.
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Van's eyes opened slowly, but he did not move. The bedroom came into focus and he realized that his enemy was indeed lying on top of him, as he'd assumed. He shifted his arm, and checked the neck for a pulse. There was none. He sighed sadly and let a tear make a trail down the side of his face as he stared up at the ceiling.
"I'm sorry Celena. You never really had a chance." He whispered to the darkness, hoping she could hear him. Slowly, he pushed the limp body off himself and got out of bed. The boy-king spread his wings, but there was no flurry of feathers this time. Gently, he picked up the body of the dead captain and made his way to the balcony.
"Van!" A low baritone from the doorway cut through his thoughts and halted his movement. He didn't turn his head, but he knew who it was. The blonde knight of heaven walked over to him and grabbed his shoulder tightly. Van made no move to resist.
"You will pay for killing my sister." He hissed, looking down at the body briefly with only a hint of the true sorrow he felt being projected into his eyes. "Come with me." He commanded. Van shook his head, but followed Allen out of the room. Just outside was Merle, who shrieked at the sight of the dead man in her lord's arms.
They made their way down into the main council chamber, where Millerna, queen of Asturia and Chid, the young Duke of Fried awaited him. They had come a few days ago to visit, but they did not know it would end in death. When Allen's sister went missing and he asked all of them to help him find her, they thought she would be found in the gardens or some such thing, but this? No, they did not expect this.
Millerna turned pale at the sight of Van calmly carrying the body of his greatest enemy while the Duke was more astonished by Van's wings.
"I am going to take him to his burial grounds." Van announced and waited for their reaction. Allen looked as though he would very much like to rip Van's head off with Scherizade, Millerna seemed uncertain of what to do, but Chid seemed to know something the others did not.
"You are welcome to bury him in Fried, if you like Lord Van." The small blonde child said, breaking the silence. Allen looked at his son as though he was crazy, but that seemed to make up Millerna's mind.
"And you are welcome to bury him in Asturia as well." She offered, and Van smiled his thanks at the both of them. Allen glared at all three of them.
"How can you let him do what he likes?! He just killed my sister!" He yelled. Van calmly looked over at the emotionally distraught knight.
"I did nothing, Dilandau killed her." Allen stared at him, then down at the limp, unmistakable body of the captain of the Dragonslayers. He sighed and looked up at Van.
"But Dilandau is dead. Celena came back, I saw her, I lived with her. He couldn't still be alive." Allen protested weakly, not wanting to believe. Millerna gently placed her hand on Allen's shoulder and he froze. He couldn't move, or he would do something that he would later regret. He would pent his sorrow in his room later.
"I'm sorry Allen, but I have to go." Allen didn't move and Van took that as an affirmative. Chid watched as the Fanelian king walked to the hallway, and out the main palace doors with the body.
Neither one of the two was ever seen again.
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LMK: I own nothing. The end. Hope you enjoyed.