2- A Visit and the War
"Hey Luna!" calls a young woman walking in the door.
"Hi Karyana! I haven't seen you in a while...." I reply getting up from my desk.
Karyana is a dear friend of mine. She has waist-length black hair and crystal blue eyes. She is 6'0'' and like me she is great with a katana. She has her own powers too.... but more on that later. She knows a lot about me, more than anyone else in fact. She is seventeen and we practically grew up together.
"You okay Luna? You're just staring at me..."
"Sorry! I was just reminiscing. You look good Kary. What's up?"
"I should ask the same..." she replies, eyeing the corpse on the floor.
"Oh, remember Siren? Well, that's him."
"Why'd you kill him? I kind like 'im..." Karyana trails off.
"He tried to kill me," -shrugs- "It was self-defense."
"So he finally came after you huh? I was beginning to think he was just full of shit."
"He was. His skills were low, only level three. He deserved what happened...."
"Yeah...I know..." she sighs. "So what were you doing when he came in?"
"Writing." I reply simply.
"Our story?"
"Yes. I believe their world has a right to know."
"That they do, that they do. Well, I guess I shall see you at the dinner?"
"I'll be there." I reply smiling.
"Great!" Karyana smiles as she walks out the door.
Now, back to my Journal....
In this world there are large crowds, full of different creatures. There are the Innocent, mortals with the purity of Angels. Yet even this resemblance of a human being has its flaws. Then there are the Hitokiri, the Assassins. They are born fighters, loyal to their kind, simply trying to survive in a dying world. Then there are the Immortal, the vampires that walk the Earth. They are the evilest of beings, yet even they desire light. Angels rule the sky, flying through the clouds in plain sight, beautiful to the mortal eye. Yet some Angels have fallen to Earth, walking amongst the Immortal, hidden, until the time to reveal themselves has come. They are the Fallen ones, the ones destined to defend the innocent, and earn back their wings.
You see, there is a war. A war between the Immortal and the Innocent. A war that never should have occurred. The Vampires wanted light, yet their very souls are dammed at birth, simply for being who they were meant to be. They were shunned and lived in caves on mountains, but never could they live near the innocent, tainting the air they breathed.
One day a vampire of unusual talent was born. His name was Seto Kaiba. Kaiba was a very jealous vampire, and wondered why he did not have the rights that the Innocent took for granted. Like the right to survive. His parents went into an Innocent village when he was eight. They never returned. He later saw their corpses hanging from a tree. When he saw them Seto's eyes filled with a deadly fire. If you were within a 100-mile radius you heard the screams of every Innocent in the village. He fed on many, and watched the Black Blood trickle down his chin. Seto walked away into the night, using the bodies of children as a carpet. As he drew further away he turned, watching with a smirk on his face as the flames rose high into the air, burning the corpses that littered the streets.
Thus began the war. After it went on for almost half a century, Seto became King of the Immortal. It was then that the bloodshed truly began. When the Vampires began to slay the Innocent, the Hitokiri vowed to protect them. Yet some Hitokiri are hired by the Vampires, hired to slaughter the Innocent.
It is times such as this, when the Fallen Angels appear, full of righteous rage. Those Innocents that cannot fight back, or are weaker than their Hitokiri attacker, they are the ones the Fallen Angels go to. They come to protect the Innocent, those who cannot protect themselves, earning back their wings and being assigned as permanent guardians.
I look up at the clock and see that it is time to prepare for dinner. After hiding my journal in a secret compartment under the desk I change into blue jeans and a nice black blouse of silk, slinging my katana across my back. It is time to go.