Title: An Angel's Blood
Author: Delilah Draken
E-Mail: delilahsdarknessyahoo.de
Website: www.delilahsdarkness.de.vu
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Fandom: Star Wars (ANH, ESB, ROTJ)
Pairing(s): Darth Vader/Han Solo
Sequel/Series: n/a (for now)
Status: Work In Progress
Started: May 18, 2004 - 11.02 hrs
Finished: n/a
Disclaimer: The stories are mine. All the rest - characters and locations you've heard of in TV shows, movies, books etc - belong to their respective owners. I am just borrowing them.
Summary: When hate and love collide, and only shadows remain. When a soul is lost and a heart sacrificed, when blood flows and old wounds heal. Only then can a misguided heart be reborn and an old debt be paid. Only then can the old rift be mended.
Warnings: slash, mpreg, a bit of violence - nothing too graphic

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An Angel's Blood

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Delilah Draken

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Prologue

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They say one cannot dream in hibernation, that because of the stasis all thought is stopped. They say one cannot feel the time flow by, how the universe changes without you even realizing that it happens.

They lie.

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Dreams are the one sole reason nobody lost their sanity while imprisoned in a protecting layer of coldness. Dreams make one fly to places long lost under the pressure of memories and allow them to follow a path that, once realized, is as fast sought to be forgotten as it sets foot into the conscious mind.

Dreams are the gate to one's wishes and as such deemed a necessity in protecting what is never allowed to be seen.

Dreams are...

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Dreams are the lonely soul's last hope.

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Coruscant.

In the old language a word for beauty. A meaning for a hopeless crusade. A reason for love.

Coruscant.

Once a place of protection. A sanctuary for those who seek guidance in their pain.

Coruscant.

In legend the name of a cruel warrior who sacrificed everything, even his own soul to protect what was his. The name of a fallen hero.

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Iego.

Even now in these blood thirsty days a home for the longing. A temple for a dead race.

Iego.

Legend tells us that angels find their home on the Shadow Moon. That the eternal darkness is their last chance at survival.

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Iego.

Coruscant.

Two lovers who were never supposed to meet. Two souls, lost in their own loneliness, forever united but never allowed to touch.

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They say one cannot dream in hibernation, that the border between memory and fantasy becomes nothing more than a thin fog that surrounds one's mind.

They are right.

For only those who felt the coldness, the protection of darkness know how it feels. Only those can tell of what they saw behind the shadows of their own mind.