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" This bloody road remains a mystery,
This sudden darkness fills the air,
What are we waiting for?" pat benatar " invincible"
Celestia turned her face towards the sky, closing her eyes, she let the warm rain caress her cool skin, and dribble into her hungry mouth. Overhead lighting flashed, it's brilliant luminescence ripping violent gashes through the churning cauldron of clouds and shooting rainbow colours through the goddess braid that was twisting back and forth like a viper in the warm desert wind.
The current caught a few stray strands and wrapped them round her body in a silken embrace, snaking round her arms and almost binding them, as if the earth wanted the demon in bondage, But she did not seem to notice, her mind was far far away deep in thought, thinking of him.
" Come to me angel" she whispered, almost with longing. She needed him, needed to feel powerful, in control, not in her twins shadow. She hoped with the slaughter of the tenshi the void within her would close. That his cries would be the song that set her free, made her live, woke her from the endless existence of nothingness?…no loneliness. She shook her head these were not the thoughts she should have….were they even hers? She could not remember starting to feel this way, but she could not remember a time she had not felt this way either.
She looked out into the darkness, her eyes probing the blanket of night, something was not right, she felt watched. But that was ridiculous no one was there she was becoming paranoid. She cleared her mind and set herself to wait.
The moon was hidden for now, but it's crimson light still pierced the clouds turning the rain into a shower of blood, red stains on ivory as it continued to splatter upon her alabaster flesh.
The storm was building, nature mimicking in the heavens the clash that was about to occur upon the earth below. And she waits, frozen, catlike, her hair the only outward sign of movement. Her mind now calm and untroubled, the nagging thoughts for the moment silenced. She set herself to waiting and sprawled languidly across a rocky outcrop. It's broken silhouette the only feature in this bleak decimated landscape.
Life had been sapped, drained from this earth, what once may have been a lush countryside, was now the playground of shadows and death. Soon the parched earth would be fed again; soon it would drown in the blood of an angel.
The thunder growled again in the clouds overhead, a great beast roaring it's anguish to the stars, the spirit of earth was angry; Celeste laughed turning her face heaven ward
" Yes Gaia roar, prowl, scream, in the end it matters little your fate rests in these hands not yours," she giggled insanely studying her tiny pale fingers. Deceptively tiny, she was far stronger than her appearance suggested and she could feel that power now threading through her veins, the excitement of battle dancing across her nerves, and sending almost erotic shivers up her spine.
The lightning descended from the sky once more, an arc of raw energy linking heaven to earth in a bridge of light. Celeste shielded her eyes from its glare as it grounded itself a short distance from where she was stood. In it's light was a shadow and as the lightning faded the shadow took shape. The sky parted for an instant, it's light washing across the desert and falling on the figure, bathing him in a rosy glow and glinting off the intricate planes of his armour.
Through hungry eyes the goddess of death took her first look at heavens champion, the tatakai no tenshi, as Heero Yui turned to look upon the demon he'd come to destroy.
Cobalt and violet locked, each daring the other to look away, to break the spell. This was what they had been born for and they now felt on the edge of the abyss, neither one daring to speak, both knowing that with the first word spoken it would start the begging of the end, a rapid spiralling fall downward until only one was left alive. No quarter given and none asked.
But as the succubus's gaze began to roam the angel's body the tension and excitement she felt gave way to surprise, Heero spread his wings and his body was suddenly framed in a mass of high arched black velvet.
" He not what I expected at all" she breathed, her pale pink tongue darting out and licking her crimson lips." Not at all and his wings are black…like mine…father lied he's….not white or pure or weak. He's …" she smiled playfully to herself " he's quite appetising" with a small smirk flicking at the corner of her mouth she noticed also that like her he was clad in leather, she was intrigued, he was a walking contradiction of light and dark.
Dark wings, intense piercing gaze, leather-clad limbs yet shining in the light of heavens crest, emblazoned across his chest and the burnished gold armour, which was wrapped snugly over what she clearly saw to be hardened muscle.
This was not an angel this was a warrior like her, he'd seen dark things and done violent deeds, she could see it within that enticing glare that he knew what it was to bathe in the blood of his enemies. She was going to enjoy this little interlude, she only wished she could play with him longer, burry her hands in those rich dark wings, drag her nails through those firm muscles, and to then lick the blood from the wounds. She itched to rings screams from that velvet mouth, wipe the glare from his face and see those pretty blue eyes wide with pain. But her musing was interrupted by a deep monotone as Heero spoke.
" Hn…you are the succubus?" he growled, his eyes narrowed as he sized up his prey in the weak light. Oh she was pretty he could see that, with the face of an innocent child, not the cheap naked whore he'd expected. Maybe this girl was not Shinigami's sister; she couldn't be she was too frail, too small, what challenge could she be?
Celestia smiled wickedly, flashing her fangs as she did so,
" How sweet you've heard of me" she purred " Celestia Maxwell very pleased to meet you" she mock bowed before straightening up and levelling her gaze on him once more.
" Though tonight you might call me death, because that's what I'll be angel boy, your death"
She then stretched slowly, enjoying the feel of her wings breaking through the surface of her skin with the ease of a blade though water. Heero watched as the " child" turned into the demon she was, her eyes took on an inhuman glow almost luminescent like that of a cats as sharp talons eased themselves out from beneath her nails, and from her back now arched delicate dark butterfly wings. She flapped them once pumping blood into the spidery veins that threaded their way over the leathery surface and padded over to the tenshi.
The angel of war watched her coolly as she came closer, walking with almost feline grace, every muscle taught, head up and alert. As her chilled fingers connected with his warm cheek he jerked his head away, his lip curling in disgust. The goddess laughed
" Poor baby are you scared? All this way just to die…." She brought her lips close to his ear, her breath feather light against the exposed skin of his neck
" Don't worry I'll make it nice for you, you might even enjoy it" she whispered
He glared back venom at her from beneath dark bangs, unaffected by her attempt to bring him under her power and angry at her underhanded attack. With an iron grip he grabbed her arm roughly and forced the surprised demon back away from him. Her pale slender arm blossomed into a patchwork of blues and yellows as a bruise took form beneath where his fingers had been. Celestia hesitantly reached up and traced the colour now imprinted on her flesh. She then smirked and looked up at Heero her eyes twinkling with demonic glee
" So be it …I like it rough…hurt me more……. if you can" she mocked then she drew her hands together and closed her eyes, her lips moved quickly chanting silently as Blue black eldritch gathered within her slender fingers. It cast an unholy light across the body of its mistress, the dancing shadows painting her face in an eerie glow till it receded and left within her grasp her father's sword, "the reaper".
A black blade that hummed within the air, older than time, and sharpened on the bodies of thousands angels. Heero's eyes went wide for a second this blade had slain his master Loki, gutted the dragon king Li long and carved out the continents of the earth, the succubus now intended to once more use that unnatural thing?…. she was insane.
" Pretty isn't it…it'll be prettier skewered through your still beating heart though, shall we begin?" She whispered dreamily hypnotised by the blade in her grasp. The tatakai no tenshi stepped away from her his heart chilled, she had to be stopped, he now understood what evil was, she was the black widow in front of him. Earth could not..Should not be ruled by her or her brother she had to be destroyed, if it took his life to achieve that so be it, Celestia Maxwell was going to die!
From his side Heero drew drew out " the hand of god" his weapon, the two handed broadsword that had driven back the hell lord during the fight of Ingris, the last time heaven and hell had fought, and turned, his guard raised to face the princess of hell.
" Ninmu ryookai" he whispered to himself, "don't think, don't feel just fight" he looked deep into the violet depths of evil and roared
" It is my mission to destroy you" then he raised the blade high above his head; it's radiance illuminating the two and charged.
" You can try,"she hissed , then her eyes shimmered black and she swung.
" This bloody road remains a mystery,
This sudden darkness fills the air,
What are we waiting for?" pat benatar " invincible"
Celestia turned her face towards the sky, closing her eyes, she let the warm rain caress her cool skin, and dribble into her hungry mouth. Overhead lighting flashed, it's brilliant luminescence ripping violent gashes through the churning cauldron of clouds and shooting rainbow colours through the goddess braid that was twisting back and forth like a viper in the warm desert wind.
The current caught a few stray strands and wrapped them round her body in a silken embrace, snaking round her arms and almost binding them, as if the earth wanted the demon in bondage, But she did not seem to notice, her mind was far far away deep in thought, thinking of him.
" Come to me angel" she whispered, almost with longing. She needed him, needed to feel powerful, in control, not in her twins shadow. She hoped with the slaughter of the tenshi the void within her would close. That his cries would be the song that set her free, made her live, woke her from the endless existence of nothingness?…no loneliness. She shook her head these were not the thoughts she should have….were they even hers? She could not remember starting to feel this way, but she could not remember a time she had not felt this way either.
She looked out into the darkness, her eyes probing the blanket of night, something was not right, she felt watched. But that was ridiculous no one was there she was becoming paranoid. She cleared her mind and set herself to wait.
The moon was hidden for now, but it's crimson light still pierced the clouds turning the rain into a shower of blood, red stains on ivory as it continued to splatter upon her alabaster flesh.
The storm was building, nature mimicking in the heavens the clash that was about to occur upon the earth below. And she waits, frozen, catlike, her hair the only outward sign of movement. Her mind now calm and untroubled, the nagging thoughts for the moment silenced. She set herself to waiting and sprawled languidly across a rocky outcrop. It's broken silhouette the only feature in this bleak decimated landscape.
Life had been sapped, drained from this earth, what once may have been a lush countryside, was now the playground of shadows and death. Soon the parched earth would be fed again; soon it would drown in the blood of an angel.
The thunder growled again in the clouds overhead, a great beast roaring it's anguish to the stars, the spirit of earth was angry; Celeste laughed turning her face heaven ward
" Yes Gaia roar, prowl, scream, in the end it matters little your fate rests in these hands not yours," she giggled insanely studying her tiny pale fingers. Deceptively tiny, she was far stronger than her appearance suggested and she could feel that power now threading through her veins, the excitement of battle dancing across her nerves, and sending almost erotic shivers up her spine.
The lightning descended from the sky once more, an arc of raw energy linking heaven to earth in a bridge of light. Celeste shielded her eyes from its glare as it grounded itself a short distance from where she was stood. In it's light was a shadow and as the lightning faded the shadow took shape. The sky parted for an instant, it's light washing across the desert and falling on the figure, bathing him in a rosy glow and glinting off the intricate planes of his armour.
Through hungry eyes the goddess of death took her first look at heavens champion, the tatakai no tenshi, as Heero Yui turned to look upon the demon he'd come to destroy.
Cobalt and violet locked, each daring the other to look away, to break the spell. This was what they had been born for and they now felt on the edge of the abyss, neither one daring to speak, both knowing that with the first word spoken it would start the begging of the end, a rapid spiralling fall downward until only one was left alive. No quarter given and none asked.
But as the succubus's gaze began to roam the angel's body the tension and excitement she felt gave way to surprise, Heero spread his wings and his body was suddenly framed in a mass of high arched black velvet.
" He not what I expected at all" she breathed, her pale pink tongue darting out and licking her crimson lips." Not at all and his wings are black…like mine…father lied he's….not white or pure or weak. He's …" she smiled playfully to herself " he's quite appetising" with a small smirk flicking at the corner of her mouth she noticed also that like her he was clad in leather, she was intrigued, he was a walking contradiction of light and dark.
Dark wings, intense piercing gaze, leather-clad limbs yet shining in the light of heavens crest, emblazoned across his chest and the burnished gold armour, which was wrapped snugly over what she clearly saw to be hardened muscle.
This was not an angel this was a warrior like her, he'd seen dark things and done violent deeds, she could see it within that enticing glare that he knew what it was to bathe in the blood of his enemies. She was going to enjoy this little interlude, she only wished she could play with him longer, burry her hands in those rich dark wings, drag her nails through those firm muscles, and to then lick the blood from the wounds. She itched to rings screams from that velvet mouth, wipe the glare from his face and see those pretty blue eyes wide with pain. But her musing was interrupted by a deep monotone as Heero spoke.
" Hn…you are the succubus?" he growled, his eyes narrowed as he sized up his prey in the weak light. Oh she was pretty he could see that, with the face of an innocent child, not the cheap naked whore he'd expected. Maybe this girl was not Shinigami's sister; she couldn't be she was too frail, too small, what challenge could she be?
Celestia smiled wickedly, flashing her fangs as she did so,
" How sweet you've heard of me" she purred " Celestia Maxwell very pleased to meet you" she mock bowed before straightening up and levelling her gaze on him once more.
" Though tonight you might call me death, because that's what I'll be angel boy, your death"
She then stretched slowly, enjoying the feel of her wings breaking through the surface of her skin with the ease of a blade though water. Heero watched as the " child" turned into the demon she was, her eyes took on an inhuman glow almost luminescent like that of a cats as sharp talons eased themselves out from beneath her nails, and from her back now arched delicate dark butterfly wings. She flapped them once pumping blood into the spidery veins that threaded their way over the leathery surface and padded over to the tenshi.
The angel of war watched her coolly as she came closer, walking with almost feline grace, every muscle taught, head up and alert. As her chilled fingers connected with his warm cheek he jerked his head away, his lip curling in disgust. The goddess laughed
" Poor baby are you scared? All this way just to die…." She brought her lips close to his ear, her breath feather light against the exposed skin of his neck
" Don't worry I'll make it nice for you, you might even enjoy it" she whispered
He glared back venom at her from beneath dark bangs, unaffected by her attempt to bring him under her power and angry at her underhanded attack. With an iron grip he grabbed her arm roughly and forced the surprised demon back away from him. Her pale slender arm blossomed into a patchwork of blues and yellows as a bruise took form beneath where his fingers had been. Celestia hesitantly reached up and traced the colour now imprinted on her flesh. She then smirked and looked up at Heero her eyes twinkling with demonic glee
" So be it …I like it rough…hurt me more……. if you can" she mocked then she drew her hands together and closed her eyes, her lips moved quickly chanting silently as Blue black eldritch gathered within her slender fingers. It cast an unholy light across the body of its mistress, the dancing shadows painting her face in an eerie glow till it receded and left within her grasp her father's sword, "the reaper".
A black blade that hummed within the air, older than time, and sharpened on the bodies of thousands angels. Heero's eyes went wide for a second this blade had slain his master Loki, gutted the dragon king Li long and carved out the continents of the earth, the succubus now intended to once more use that unnatural thing?…. she was insane.
" Pretty isn't it…it'll be prettier skewered through your still beating heart though, shall we begin?" She whispered dreamily hypnotised by the blade in her grasp. The tatakai no tenshi stepped away from her his heart chilled, she had to be stopped, he now understood what evil was, she was the black widow in front of him. Earth could not..Should not be ruled by her or her brother she had to be destroyed, if it took his life to achieve that so be it, Celestia Maxwell was going to die!
From his side Heero drew drew out " the hand of god" his weapon, the two handed broadsword that had driven back the hell lord during the fight of Ingris, the last time heaven and hell had fought, and turned, his guard raised to face the princess of hell.
" Ninmu ryookai" he whispered to himself, "don't think, don't feel just fight" he looked deep into the violet depths of evil and roared
" It is my mission to destroy you" then he raised the blade high above his head; it's radiance illuminating the two and charged.
" You can try,"she hissed , then her eyes shimmered black and she swung.
