Fallen Angel

Summary: AU Ragnarok, the war that destroyed much of the world, and an uneasy peace was forged by those that remained. Now, one thousand years later, upon the land Riviera descends a stranger with no memories of his past, who is he? Where is he going? And why does he have such horrific memories of ancient battles past? The answers to these questions may cost more than you know…


Chapter 2: Tainted purity

Dream…

Am I dreaming?

Where am I?

Why am I so tired?

So tired…

I want to sleep…

To be released from this pain…


Release…

He stood upon the edge of the cliff that over looked an ancient castle, that stood tall and proud amongst the roaring fire that have consume much of the land. His cloak whipped about wildly in the roaring wind, dancing and twisting. His shadow, cast by the fire light, danced as well, like some savage beast, or demons from hell, thrashing, and clawing.

His eyes, dark and emotionless, shone in the emptiness of the night; there were no pity in them, or hatred, or joy. There is only hollowness.

The dream shifted.

He sat upon a dark throne, made from the bones of bygone creatures and black obsidian. Before him lay countless corpses, piled upon one another, massive mountains of the dead. A wild fire raged about him, powerful and unrestrained. The fire soon spread, until it consumed everything in sight.

He was laughing as the fire engulfed him.


Again, the dreamed changed.

He smiled as he watched the armies surrounded him, their weapons means so little to him. They were nothing, only insects to be squashed. Yet, these mere bugs dared to oppose him?

They have committed the ultimate sin, and now, all of them are going to die. For they have angered their God.

A God…

The darkness will make you a God…

A God…


Slowly, he opened his eyes and regarded his surrounding.

He appeared be suspended in mid-air, bound by huge iron chains that clanked loudly as he moved. Below him, lay an enormous cauldron, boiling with an ugly brownish content that he did not care to guess. But what really unsettling about this whole scene is the fact that around the boiling cauldron several ugly and powerful demons gathered.

One of them, a lizard man, looked up and grinned hungrily at Ein, its fork like tongue sliding over its scaled lips.

"Double double, toil and trouble, fire burnsss and cauldron bubble…" It hissed gleefully.

Immediately, another creature, a huge wolf like thing took up the chant. "Fillet of a fenny snake, in the caldron boil and bake; Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog," Finishing it, it barked out a short laugh.

The third demon, a massive bear creature boomed out. "Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,— for a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble." As it finished, all three demon laughed aloud cruelly.

"Well well," The lizard said as he looked at the other two. "Itsss almossst ready…"

The bear growled. "Good…'s been long 'ime since I got ta taste 'umans."

"Hurry it up." The wolf barked. "I am hungry."

Ein, on the other hand, is simply annoyed. He did not know why he didn't feel panicky. But something inside of him made him as calm as can be, it was a feeling he had, a feeling that he could easily crush the foolish creatures below him. But not yet, he finds the trio rather amusing.

By now, the trio seems to be overpowered by hunger, no longer did they speak intelligently, instead, from their mouth issued a series of snorts and grunts.

Foamy drools appeared over the edge of their mouth, they are salivating uncontrollably by now, completely caught in their hunger. No longer do any reason, any logic exists in their minds now, and they have truly degraded to wild beasts.

Ein frowned. The trio did not seem so entraining now, and he is getting bored of this.

"I am getting tired." He said coldly as he gazed down at the three, the chain, the shackle that bound him snapped apart, broken as easily as if it's made from straw. "So die."

Ein raised his left hand, and a ball of pure black flame rose from his palm. His body begins to emit a dark aura, mana flew savagely around him, and tendrils of darkness rose and fell.

The trio looked up with horror, there was something wrong, a strange change over their former prisoner, a change that drew to surface a feeling that was alien to the three demons, a feeling that mortals called fear.

"Creatures of evil, be purified in the dark flames of Niflheim(1), rise up and consume the sins of the world. Come! Hellfire!"

That was the last world the three creatures heard before their world is consumed by darkness.


Ein looked at his hand, what did he do? What was that power he had summoned? It felt strange, dark and powerful, but even more frightening, is the fact that this mysterious power felt so familiar…

Embrace the power of the night…

No… It can't be… Ein thought furiously. He couldn't have summoned the power of the darkness, one of the two forbidden elements. That power was sealed away by the Gods them selves, not even the magis could have hoped to tame that power… He couldn't possibly have channeled darkness… its ridiculous…

Give your self to the darkness…

It was an absurd notion. But what ever that power was, it's unnatural. Ein felt that power invading him, changing him… his emotions… his thoughts. When he wielded that power, he had become another person, colder, darker, and far more powerful. When he wielded that power, he had became a God… a God of destruction.

Ein looked about him, he seemed to be some sort of court yard; strange plants grew from the cracks of the stone walls and floor, burning lamps hung from the ceiling, casting dark shadows on the walls.

Why was he here? Ein wondered as he gazed in awe at the place. There were damages all over the place, but it must have been one magnificent building before disasters fell. After all, there are demons wondering about.

But his train of thoughts was interrupted as a piercing scream sounded above the night sky, shattering the silence.

"Fia!" A girl's voice called out.


Ein rushed towards the source of the sound, any person at this moment is good news. When he reached his destination, he saw to his amazement what appeared to be the aftermath of a fierce battle; two young girls are barely standing, supported only by their weapon, a slim rapier and a long bow. They were very pretty, even beautiful, one girl had long flowing green hair and a face full of grace and dignity, while the other had a somewhat more childish face, with bright orange hair tied into long pigtails. Besides the two lay a third girl, unconscious, the girl had short black hair and a face just as pretty, but she also had two small bats like wings that grew out of her back.

Facing the three is another woman, a woman of a different kind of beauty, a savage, violent beauty like a fire storm, beautiful and enchanting, but just as deadly. Two enormous wings of brownish black spread behind the woman, in her hand held an icy blue axe that had seemed so familiar to Ein.

Skadi, the axe of ice…

How did he know this? Why does the woman seem so familiar…?

She is an Angel… an Angel of Death…


The woman looked up and smiled. Her axe suddenly glowed bright, and the room temperature begins to drop. Ein sensed a powerful battle aura rising from the woman, he have no choice but to fight.

"Your soul is much more powerful than these fool's, I wonder how strong it is." The woman whispered as she raised her axe high.

Ein nodded grimly, the sight of a powerful adversary awoke in him the primal desire of battle, a desire long embedded in his blood.

Every muscle in his body tensed at the thought of combat, his breathing became faster as excitement grew in his soul. This is his purpose, this is his destiny…

You cannot escape your destiny…

The great sword Einherjar appeared in his hands as Ein rushed towards his opponent, a ferocious grin appeared on his face.

"Let's find out."

Then there came the clash of weapons.


AN: Third chapter, phew! Anyway, thanks for all of the reviewer's support! And please, if you enjoyed this story, let me know by reviewing, if you have an idea, let me know as well. Review!

P.S.: About the three demon's chant, that was actually from Macbeth by Shakespeare I don't know why I added it in, oh well.

(1) Nilfheim-The lowest of the worlds in Norse Mythology,the land of the dead. The modern equivlent of that would be the Underworld, or Hell.