Yay a new fic. I hope its better this time. My other ones were crap.
Enjoy!! If the colours are wrong on the masks, tell me and i'll change it.
Chapter 1 - Stolen Angel
God is a stolen angel,
Taken from the sky.
Love will never perish,
As long as you are here.
Alice looked around. Everything seemed blank and dismal. She had no idea where she was, what was going on? The last thing she knew she was with Yuri and now she was here. In this dreary place that looked like it was raining continually, but without the water. What had happened to Yuri, and where was he?
Everything around her seemed to be blurry and distant, almost as if it was out of focus. She noticed there were buildings around her but they didn't seem real. Almost as if they were only half there, they were translucent.
Alice began to worry. What evil deed had been performed to get her to end up in this frightful place? Where and what was this world? Who had done it and for what purpose? All the questions made her panic stricken and fearful. She pulled her clasped hands up to her chest and closed her eyes hoping that it was all a dream.
"Now, now Precious, do not worry." Came as very quiet and warm voice beside her. It startled Alice and she jumped in fright. Turning round she saw a woman dressed in dark blue. She couldn't see her face because the cloak that she was wearing was pulled over her face, so that her features were covered in shadows. "You are scared, young one?" Came the voice again. The wording was odd for a voice that seemed so juvenile but it sounded wise and sapient.
Alice nodded and managed to get her voice above a whisper and so it didn't shake too much. "What has happened? Where am I? Where's Yuri? What is this place? Who sent me here? Who is responsible?" She interrogated her in one breath and she felt it gushing out of her as she felt the exhaustion from all the worrying.
"Hush your questions Precious. All will become plain in due time. Do not deplete your energy over such matters, the answers are coming." Alice could sense no malice from this woman, she didn't have any aura at all. Apart from an ambience of darkness about her, but then Alice knew that everyone had a part of them that was dark. "Now if you please, will you follow me." She wasn't asking it was more of an order. This whole world made Alice anxious and her head ached from not knowing what was going on.
She followed her to a grand looking house, that like the others, appeared like it wasn't fully there. As the woman opened the door for her and she entered, she gasped. The transparent house had lost its opaque form and was now totally solid. The woman laughed quietly and offered her a chair by the one that she was now sitting on.
Alice accepted and found herself sitting by a table set up for morning tea. It was similar to what she was used to when she was home, in England. The table was covered in a white cloth with a pattern of little pink and blue flowers, and the cups and saucers had the same types of characteristics. There was even a small plate of raisin scones with a butter dish and knife.
It made Alice smile in a happy sadness, she remembered tea with her father and members of the Parish. Even as a little girl she remembered her fathers friends coming over and picking her up. Meanwhile they would tell her father that he was a very lucky man to have such a talented daughter as her. She had never really understood what they had meant, but she knew now. After what she had been through it would have been stupid not to know.
The woman had sat down, she still hadn't taken her hood from her face but Alice realised that she may have been conscious of her appearance. She smiled at the woman and she got the distinct feeling that she was receiving one back. Pouring out the tea the woman spoke.
"So you miss your father?" Alice was astonished by such a question but the tone was with such compassion that she did not feel as if it was an enquiry to be wary of.
"Yes. I have since...."
"Since that dreadful night. Who knew that you'd meet the person that you were seeking help from, only to find that he was the enemy. Disastrous." There was pain in Anima's voice, it sounded like many people speaking at the same time. It was peculiar but remembering the events made thinking very hard for her.
"How do you know?" Alice asked inquisitively, accepting the cup from the woman and taking a deep draught of the sweet tea. Another laugh came from the woman but it took a melancholy tone.
"Unfortunately my dear, it is my business to know. However happy or sad, I have to know such things." She took a scone from the pile and proceeded to spread butter over each and putting it on her own plate. "Oh I am foolish." She said with a start. "I am Anima." She sounded happier in her act of idiocy and tucked into her scone.
"That is a very rare name." Alice said thoughtfully. She was actually thinking that it was a rather bizarre and weird name but she said nothing to enlighten that thought. The ashen haired woman took the example of Anima and she too picked a scone and buttered it.
"Yes it is a weird name, you don't have to hide that from me. I cannot remember my real name from before...." Anima cut herself off and made herself become very interested in the scone she was eating.
"From before what, Anima?" She asked cautiously. Alice minded her tone so not to push her into saying anything. She didn't want to invade a strangers privacy, especially if it was meant to stay confidential. Anima shrugged off the question as she offered to fill up Alice's empty cup with more tea. Alice took the hint and agreed to another cup.
They stayed quiet for more minutes than Alice cared to remember. The dust seemed to settle and everything was silent, almost as if everything was dead; stone dead. Alice kept averting her gaze from Anima, she didn't know where to look. She wondered where Yuri was, or any of the others. She felt very lonely and she wasn't sure whether she would see them again. It didn't really seem that she was taken prisoner, but she wasn't sure of the jail yet so how could she know?
"You are not a prisoner here." Alice gasped, firstly because Anima had answered her question that she had just been thinking about and secondly because the cool voice was sharp and loud against the silence. She spoke again. "It was a soul for a soul. You were willing, it was your other half who did not fill the other side of the bargain."
"What do you mean?" Alice was beginning to get scared again. The voice was deep and cold and it was different to Anima's usual tone. She was getting very confused, what was she having tea with? A monster? A devil? Her jailor?
"Your master."
Darkness appeared around her and it was then that she saw who the voices were coming from. The house and the table was not there anymore and she saw the most hateful things that she had seen for a long time. The four Masks and Atman.
"Oh no."
"Well, well." The Grail Mask chuckled "It looks like the brat harmonixer didn't do his job properly and he left this sweet soul to diminish with us."
"What shall we do? How about we see her soul stripped from all its glory?" Said the Gold mask heartlessly. He was interrupted by another mask whose voice set Alice's teeth on edge.
"I think that we should rape her mind. Beat her with memories so that she will be nothing but a tedious shell that we can use as a puppet for all of our needs." All of the masks agreed with noisy and scathing shouts.
"Shut your pesky roaring. You give me a headache." Spoke Atman who had shrunk to the size of a normal head and was now forming a body. None of the other masks took much notice of this but their voices had become whispers on deciding her fate. The transformation took no more than a couple of seconds and he drew off the mask that she had first met in Yuri's graveyard.
She shrieked as she saw that Atman wasn't actually a mask at all, he was a man, and he was in human form. Black hair fell down his back to his waist and he wore a violet frock coat and trousers. His eyes were green with flecks of brown and gold. His expression though very regal and majestic, was cold and calculating. He wasn't horrible to look at but she wished that he would put his mask back on so that she could hate him more. It was harder to despise someone who looked so gentlemanly.
"Alice, you see my true form, no? Is it as hateful as you wanted it to be?" Without letting her answer he continued. "I thought as much. Anima, come here will you." He said smiling. Anima came to his side and bowed graciously. He acknowledged this and kissed her underneath her hood. "You make sure that Alice is well kept. Make sure that the masks do not interfere with her."
He turned to the masks and told them to change into their forms. They took their orders and the alterations began. The Gold mask formed itself into a woman with fair hair and golden yellow eyes. She was dressed in a long yellow dress that hung to the floor with gold embellishments. She looked at Alice snootily and went to Atman to give him innocent kisses of affection upon his cheek.
The Grail mask changed mostly in the same way as the Gold mask but she had blue features and attire. She was clad in a white shirt with blue satin trousers that looked like they belonged to a male. A gentleman in the Renaissance, but she had her hair cut short into spikes. It looked like she wanted to be male at any rate. She didn't glare at Alice as the Gold mask had done, it was softer yet it was still cold.
The Staff mask changed into a man with brown and red wavy hair that reached his shoulders. His attire was not so different to Atman but it was in a blood red colour. His eyes were most intriguing, they actually looked like they were on fire. Anima went to his side and she spoke to him quietly, his fleeting glances darted to her but they were not cold at all, only compassionate.
Finally the Sword mask mutated into a very lean and skinny man who had a hooked nose. He didn't look like he had a specific colour but he was a Mask and that was all that mattered. He grinned at Alice in a seething and hungry manner, almost as if he wanted to eat and defile her soul there and then.
They all took their places behind Atman and looked at her. Alice didn't know what to do, it felt like she was in purgatory being judged. The only stares that she did not receive was from the Staff Mask and Anima who were standing next to each other whispering quietly. Atman took no clear notice of them and came closer to her.
"My, my. Yuri must be kicking himself." He gave a mirthless laugh and the swarthy hair behind him fell over his shoulder. "Well, he cannot save you now. How does it feel to be dead?"
Chapter 1 - Stolen Angel
God is a stolen angel,
Taken from the sky.
Love will never perish,
As long as you are here.
Alice looked around. Everything seemed blank and dismal. She had no idea where she was, what was going on? The last thing she knew she was with Yuri and now she was here. In this dreary place that looked like it was raining continually, but without the water. What had happened to Yuri, and where was he?
Everything around her seemed to be blurry and distant, almost as if it was out of focus. She noticed there were buildings around her but they didn't seem real. Almost as if they were only half there, they were translucent.
Alice began to worry. What evil deed had been performed to get her to end up in this frightful place? Where and what was this world? Who had done it and for what purpose? All the questions made her panic stricken and fearful. She pulled her clasped hands up to her chest and closed her eyes hoping that it was all a dream.
"Now, now Precious, do not worry." Came as very quiet and warm voice beside her. It startled Alice and she jumped in fright. Turning round she saw a woman dressed in dark blue. She couldn't see her face because the cloak that she was wearing was pulled over her face, so that her features were covered in shadows. "You are scared, young one?" Came the voice again. The wording was odd for a voice that seemed so juvenile but it sounded wise and sapient.
Alice nodded and managed to get her voice above a whisper and so it didn't shake too much. "What has happened? Where am I? Where's Yuri? What is this place? Who sent me here? Who is responsible?" She interrogated her in one breath and she felt it gushing out of her as she felt the exhaustion from all the worrying.
"Hush your questions Precious. All will become plain in due time. Do not deplete your energy over such matters, the answers are coming." Alice could sense no malice from this woman, she didn't have any aura at all. Apart from an ambience of darkness about her, but then Alice knew that everyone had a part of them that was dark. "Now if you please, will you follow me." She wasn't asking it was more of an order. This whole world made Alice anxious and her head ached from not knowing what was going on.
She followed her to a grand looking house, that like the others, appeared like it wasn't fully there. As the woman opened the door for her and she entered, she gasped. The transparent house had lost its opaque form and was now totally solid. The woman laughed quietly and offered her a chair by the one that she was now sitting on.
Alice accepted and found herself sitting by a table set up for morning tea. It was similar to what she was used to when she was home, in England. The table was covered in a white cloth with a pattern of little pink and blue flowers, and the cups and saucers had the same types of characteristics. There was even a small plate of raisin scones with a butter dish and knife.
It made Alice smile in a happy sadness, she remembered tea with her father and members of the Parish. Even as a little girl she remembered her fathers friends coming over and picking her up. Meanwhile they would tell her father that he was a very lucky man to have such a talented daughter as her. She had never really understood what they had meant, but she knew now. After what she had been through it would have been stupid not to know.
The woman had sat down, she still hadn't taken her hood from her face but Alice realised that she may have been conscious of her appearance. She smiled at the woman and she got the distinct feeling that she was receiving one back. Pouring out the tea the woman spoke.
"So you miss your father?" Alice was astonished by such a question but the tone was with such compassion that she did not feel as if it was an enquiry to be wary of.
"Yes. I have since...."
"Since that dreadful night. Who knew that you'd meet the person that you were seeking help from, only to find that he was the enemy. Disastrous." There was pain in Anima's voice, it sounded like many people speaking at the same time. It was peculiar but remembering the events made thinking very hard for her.
"How do you know?" Alice asked inquisitively, accepting the cup from the woman and taking a deep draught of the sweet tea. Another laugh came from the woman but it took a melancholy tone.
"Unfortunately my dear, it is my business to know. However happy or sad, I have to know such things." She took a scone from the pile and proceeded to spread butter over each and putting it on her own plate. "Oh I am foolish." She said with a start. "I am Anima." She sounded happier in her act of idiocy and tucked into her scone.
"That is a very rare name." Alice said thoughtfully. She was actually thinking that it was a rather bizarre and weird name but she said nothing to enlighten that thought. The ashen haired woman took the example of Anima and she too picked a scone and buttered it.
"Yes it is a weird name, you don't have to hide that from me. I cannot remember my real name from before...." Anima cut herself off and made herself become very interested in the scone she was eating.
"From before what, Anima?" She asked cautiously. Alice minded her tone so not to push her into saying anything. She didn't want to invade a strangers privacy, especially if it was meant to stay confidential. Anima shrugged off the question as she offered to fill up Alice's empty cup with more tea. Alice took the hint and agreed to another cup.
They stayed quiet for more minutes than Alice cared to remember. The dust seemed to settle and everything was silent, almost as if everything was dead; stone dead. Alice kept averting her gaze from Anima, she didn't know where to look. She wondered where Yuri was, or any of the others. She felt very lonely and she wasn't sure whether she would see them again. It didn't really seem that she was taken prisoner, but she wasn't sure of the jail yet so how could she know?
"You are not a prisoner here." Alice gasped, firstly because Anima had answered her question that she had just been thinking about and secondly because the cool voice was sharp and loud against the silence. She spoke again. "It was a soul for a soul. You were willing, it was your other half who did not fill the other side of the bargain."
"What do you mean?" Alice was beginning to get scared again. The voice was deep and cold and it was different to Anima's usual tone. She was getting very confused, what was she having tea with? A monster? A devil? Her jailor?
"Your master."
Darkness appeared around her and it was then that she saw who the voices were coming from. The house and the table was not there anymore and she saw the most hateful things that she had seen for a long time. The four Masks and Atman.
"Oh no."
"Well, well." The Grail Mask chuckled "It looks like the brat harmonixer didn't do his job properly and he left this sweet soul to diminish with us."
"What shall we do? How about we see her soul stripped from all its glory?" Said the Gold mask heartlessly. He was interrupted by another mask whose voice set Alice's teeth on edge.
"I think that we should rape her mind. Beat her with memories so that she will be nothing but a tedious shell that we can use as a puppet for all of our needs." All of the masks agreed with noisy and scathing shouts.
"Shut your pesky roaring. You give me a headache." Spoke Atman who had shrunk to the size of a normal head and was now forming a body. None of the other masks took much notice of this but their voices had become whispers on deciding her fate. The transformation took no more than a couple of seconds and he drew off the mask that she had first met in Yuri's graveyard.
She shrieked as she saw that Atman wasn't actually a mask at all, he was a man, and he was in human form. Black hair fell down his back to his waist and he wore a violet frock coat and trousers. His eyes were green with flecks of brown and gold. His expression though very regal and majestic, was cold and calculating. He wasn't horrible to look at but she wished that he would put his mask back on so that she could hate him more. It was harder to despise someone who looked so gentlemanly.
"Alice, you see my true form, no? Is it as hateful as you wanted it to be?" Without letting her answer he continued. "I thought as much. Anima, come here will you." He said smiling. Anima came to his side and bowed graciously. He acknowledged this and kissed her underneath her hood. "You make sure that Alice is well kept. Make sure that the masks do not interfere with her."
He turned to the masks and told them to change into their forms. They took their orders and the alterations began. The Gold mask formed itself into a woman with fair hair and golden yellow eyes. She was dressed in a long yellow dress that hung to the floor with gold embellishments. She looked at Alice snootily and went to Atman to give him innocent kisses of affection upon his cheek.
The Grail mask changed mostly in the same way as the Gold mask but she had blue features and attire. She was clad in a white shirt with blue satin trousers that looked like they belonged to a male. A gentleman in the Renaissance, but she had her hair cut short into spikes. It looked like she wanted to be male at any rate. She didn't glare at Alice as the Gold mask had done, it was softer yet it was still cold.
The Staff mask changed into a man with brown and red wavy hair that reached his shoulders. His attire was not so different to Atman but it was in a blood red colour. His eyes were most intriguing, they actually looked like they were on fire. Anima went to his side and she spoke to him quietly, his fleeting glances darted to her but they were not cold at all, only compassionate.
Finally the Sword mask mutated into a very lean and skinny man who had a hooked nose. He didn't look like he had a specific colour but he was a Mask and that was all that mattered. He grinned at Alice in a seething and hungry manner, almost as if he wanted to eat and defile her soul there and then.
They all took their places behind Atman and looked at her. Alice didn't know what to do, it felt like she was in purgatory being judged. The only stares that she did not receive was from the Staff Mask and Anima who were standing next to each other whispering quietly. Atman took no clear notice of them and came closer to her.
"My, my. Yuri must be kicking himself." He gave a mirthless laugh and the swarthy hair behind him fell over his shoulder. "Well, he cannot save you now. How does it feel to be dead?"