City of Angels
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t3h bl00
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Story
Title: City of Angels
Began: April 27,
2005
Characters: All main and frequent characters on
the show.
Couplings: Sango x Miroku More will
reveal themselves as I move on throughout this story.
Rating:
PG-13/R T or M
Estimated Finish Date: Sometime
early 2006
Author: t3h bl00
Summary:
Full He was assigned, to destroy her. Instead, he watches
her, and yearns for her, a hunger that can never be satisfied. The
son of the devil…wants his own angel, he is…in love with an
angel.
Well here we go with my first fic. I came up
with this strange idea in Philosophy class, and I began making it
into a fic VERY SLOWLY. I only started typing the first draft/idea on
Monday 25th 2005, and then slowly started transforming it
and moving it into my main computer.
ENJOY!
t3h bl00
((OO))
Disclaimer: I own didly squat…; o;
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There is good and there is evil. There are diseases, wars, killings, shootings, murders, rapists that roam, and everything imaginable. Evil cannot exist without goodness. That's why we have hope, love, faith and belief.
We have a supposed God above, Satan below; they both keep the balance between good and evil in our world, surrounded by an invisible aura of spiritual essence.
There are many stories of Lucifer, once known as Satanel, he was God's right hand man, everything God wanted or needed, he was there. Better than Gabrielle, Michael, Urriel and the list goes on. He was supposedly one of the most beautiful men ever; our imaginations can frolic throughout the recesses of our mind, wondering what this lustful beauty looked like.
If you know the story fellow readers, Satanel rebelled against God, and he was banished to his own heaven, now named hell, with 1/3 of Heaven's angels choosing to follow him, not longer becoming angels, but becoming demons. They all represented the Devil's number. 666.
So now my friends, my readers, my seekers of the truth, wouldn't you like to know if this delicate, mystifying, deceitful one is really there? Well, I am about to show you, about to take you, on the true highway to hell.
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Past the gates of rust metal and jagged spikes that would puncture the flesh, and stain the purest soul, farther and farther down into the blissful heat of flames that will never stop burning, no matter how cold it gets on our own earth, it's impossible for them to cool.
We travel to the castle of the dark prince; only true evil ones can touch the smoldering tar that has constructed this tower, this priceless palace made of jewels containing fire, and torrents of heated metal. Be careful what you touch, it might leave you with a permanent burn in your hand, in your bone and flesh, deep into your blood so that the satanic powers will course through your veins.
Sitting on the throne made of polished bones, there he sits with long waves of black smoke, tendrils of onyx, that softly rest on his chiseled chest, down to his slim waist. Pale skin, with the look of softness that would out do even the most beauteous Angel, his lips, softer flesh that perks up, and with two scars from his fangs that sliced into those lips of lush pink.
His eyes are pointed up, his eyebrows raised right below his horns that stick out along his brow; a long billowing cape hangs at his feet, brushing against his lean figure that bends down atop his palm, his arm's elbow atop his knee.
The claws extending from his hand would scratch across his perfect face, soothing his worked nerves from ruling over the sinful dead. Red eyes were slits of gashes, his iris' deep crescents of crimson, like droplets of blood dying to trickle down his not so innocent cheek and down his strict jaw line.
"Jaken, my little imp, bring me my son, I have a new exhilarating job for him…" He murmured in a husky tone, which would send shivers up any women or men's spine, a trickle of pleasure cascaded by fear.
"As you wish…" the imp hopped across the ground of coals, beginning his flight, arching his bony wings, the skin stretched out, and he flew.
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"You called for me, father?" The equally husky tone of Lucifer's son rang through the stone walls; equal shivers were brought down spines.
"Yes…" he hissed, fingering the delicate wine glass, red marks of the sinful drink had already stained his lips. "Apparently my foe has put some of his angels on earth…pitiful creatures, he probably ran out of room…anyway, he has put a selected number of these holy creatures, disguised as pure humans, and hopes for them to bring more hope and shit to those moronic creatures who inhabit the world…"
His son sighed.
"So…I want you to…disguise yourself as a human also, and try and lure these angels back to heaven…or hell…I don't want that fool winning, and turning those mortals into zombies of hope and love…"
"Whatever…" His glistening eyes of midnight blue, like the nighttime sky, with stars parading about, his hair like his fathers, only reaching his collarbone, that sensitive spot that when nipped, caused bolts of pleasure to the marrow.
Lucifer arched a brow, "Well then…you shall go…now…"
The son sighed again, his black shards of hair cascading down his face and cheekbones, "Fine…" he grew bored of his father making him do all his biddings, he felt like rebelling himself and giving his father a good fucking kick in the devilish ass.
"You don't seem to care about destroying the souls of these mortals…I need to see some enjoyment in what you do with your duties…"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm exhilarated…" Murmuring, he scanned through his mind again. 'It doesn't matter…just another 5,000 years and I will rule, I shall ban my father and make him walk with the damned for my 10,000 year rule…
Scowling, his eyes like dagger, jutted slits of flesh.
"Have fun…"
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. ; Well I hope that was good for a first chapter. This is my first time writing a fic and actually posting it on well, comments and suggestions are definitely appreciated, opinions not too harsh! also.
Any ideas, just tell me. I will humbly accept all ideas with open arms.
Much love, Read and Review, good for the soul. nn
t3h bl00 ((OO))
