To Kill An Angel: A Fanfic by Gyppy
Timeline: Based 2 years after "Rising Shadow"
Summary: After Nebilim's shadow was sealed away once more, Lloyd thought that they could all finally enjoy peace. However, he could not have been more wrong...
Two old servants of Nebilim, half-elven females who had once worked for the treacherous Dark Lord, set out to stop Lloyd and his allies. Their first target: the Eternal Swordsman's father himself.
Pairings: LloydxColette and SheenaxZelos primarily, with hints at GenisxPresea, SelesxOC and minor KratosxRaine. There will also be some PronymaxYggdrasill.
Author's Note: This is my sequel to Rising Shadow. It's gonna be quite a bit different from my usual fanfiction, though.
First of all, in case you're too lazy to go back and read Rising Shadow or if you just forgot the details, Abyssion was the main character in my previous fanfic, and Nebilim (the form you fight in the game) is his arch-rival. Abyssion has a younger brother, Leviathan, who falls for Seles (hence the SelesxOC). This fanfic focuses more around Lloyd, however. Colloyd and Sheelos will be the primary pairings.
And now, for the warnings. As with most T-rated fanfics on this site, there will be swearing, violence and some references to sex. However, there's a bit of a deeper warning involved with this fic: two of the OCs which I am pairing up are female, which will add a shoujo-ai warning to the fic. There won't be any real yuri in the fic, but there will be references to shoujo-ai. The rating may go up later if I decide to pull a Lifelong Promises later on in the fic.
Also, as a side note, those of you who have read Difficult Journey (Rising Shadow's Kraine sidestory) will know that Kratos and Raine are officially a pairing in this storyline. However, there will be very few references to the pairing in the actual storyline. There may be a few Kraine moments, but I understand that there are many people who would hurt or even kill me for making Kraine references in a supposedly canon fic. I personally enjoy the pairing, and if you hate it, so be it. Don't be reading a Kraine supporter's fanfiction if you dislike the pairing. Got it?
As a side note, text like 'this' is in a flashback/dream or a voice in someone's head. Got it?
Thank you very much for the review(s).
Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of Symphonia, Namco, Final Fantasy or Square-Enix.
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Chapter 5: Lost in a Storm of Memories
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Her wings were most peculiar; long and thin feathers of mana streamed out behind her, branching at the very tips. But what set these wings apart from most is that they were pure black... they bore the color of shadow, waving back and forth and distributing dark mana everywhere they went.
She was very young, perhaps only six years old. Her midnight blue hair, down to her waist, was tied back in a long ponytail, and in the front, there were two stray locks held forward by mysterious, golden hairpins. Her eyes, which seemed to glow in the dark, were of a brilliant sapphire. At her waist was a scabbard, and within that scabbard was a simple shortsword.
She had seen her mother die at the hands of the Desians... she had never seen her father, and assumed he was dead. But she would not give up hope, and continued to traverse the landscape, searching for that half-elven mana signature.
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Abyssion blocked the strike of a night raid, causing the wolf-like creature to fall back. He retaliated by launching a Demon Fang at the opposing canine, which knocked it out.
Raine, who was the only one really paying attention to anything around her, could sense a peculiar mana signature. It was dark, definitely evil, but at the same time it seemed almost harmless.
Another night raid lunged after Lloyd, who managed to jump back in time to avoid the wolf's attack. He returned the attack with a Sonic Thrust, followed by Demon Fang. The foe was knocked back, but it didn't seem to be too badly hurt.
Zelos loosed his Judgment spell, sending prismatic beams of light falling down on the battlefield. One or two struck the night raid that had been attacking Lloyd, taking it out.
However, by this time Abyssion had picked up on the mana signature. He could clearly feel there was something wrong about the area, that something else was going to be attacking soon...
But by the time he looked up, it was already too late.
The creature was positively massive, with grotesquely twisted horns on its head and a long, snakelike neck. At the base of this neck was the body of a full-grown winged dragon, each wing probably able to cover twice the area of a normal dragon. Its long, thick tail was lined at the top with the sharp teeth that were characteristic of such dragons, and its talons were like massive, curved lances of solid steel.
It was amazing how such a creature could fly, but it did indeed fly if it wished to; and using this flight ability, it stalked the group, loosing massive gusts of wind that felt like the blasts from a hurricane.
As the dragon attacked, the group felt helpless. Though attack after attack would pummel it, it barely seemed affected by the attacks. It would respond occasionally with a massive wind attack, which would blow back the humans and half-elves, sending them flying.
Abyssion was not ready to give up yet. Calling upon the power of his angelic form, he summoned forth Dark Judgment, which took the monster by surprise, tearing into its skin. Its wings were torn apart and bloodied, and its scales were ripped clean off in places. These left openings for the others to attack; however, they could not reach the monster, no matter how hard they tried. It would flail far too much for them to access the skin.
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She felt the mana signatures of five half-elves; two of them appeared dark, while the rest of them were light. Her wings twitched in anticipation as she grasped the hilt of her sword, unsheathing it slowly and steadily.
As she looked up, the sky suddenly turned blood red; beams of dark judgment fell upon a massive dragon, removing some of its scales and tearing its wings apart.
Classic Dark Judgment, she thought to herself. It's like these blades. From what I've heard, it isn't anything like the pure Judgment of seraphim... more like just blades of darkness, falling from the sky and tearing their foes apart.
She continued to approach, being sure to remain silent. She wrapped her wings around her body, as if to further conceal herself.
Then, she noted something oddly familiar. She had never felt it before, but for some reason, it seemed... familiar, almost as if she'd actually felt the mana signature like that. It was a half-elf, it bore the signature of darkness... and it also bore her own aura.
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Abyssion's Hurricane Thrust had done little but flinch the opponent; the dragon soon swung its massive tail at the swordsman, who dodged with agility unmatched. Using his wings, he rose into the air and delivered the attack known as Gravity Blade, his version of Rising Falcon. The attack struck true, knocking back the dragon and causing it to flinch. Abyssion utilized this time to deliver Raging Beast, which further knocked back the foe.
Kratos charged in and attacked mercilessly with Fierce Demon Fang and Light Spear Cannon. The attacks connected hard, causing the dragon to flinch again, but it quickly recovered, and charged in to attack.
Genis loosed Explosion, but it seemed to have little effect on the dragon. The foe reared up and prepared to slam itself down on the ground, an attack that would flatten Abyssion.
When suddenly, black and red mana missiles soared through the air, slicing deep into the dragon's flesh and causing it to spray blood all over the battlefield.
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As she approached the scene of battle, she felt an odd sense of triumph flow through her veins. Her wings fluttered joyously as she saw that the death of this half-elf had been prevented.
She knew what to do next. She watched the dragon's every move, and could feel the mana flowing through her body. She raised her sword up into the air with her right hand and held her left over her heart.
In that brief moment, her wings ceased to move. They just stood still, their feathers stiff and cold. The sparkling shadow that radiated from those wings was amazingly beautiful.
She closed her eyes and began whispering in the language of the elves. They were words only seraphim could hear, and that only elves could understand.
The mana flow around her seemed to change. The black aura of a shadow angel surrounded her, and the red Cruxis Crystal upon her chest began glowing. The blood-red feathers of shadow rose around her, shimmering despite their darkness. And all the time, she was quiet, except for the silent whisperings of her incantation.
All at once, she lowered the sword and let her hand fly out, seemingly directing the spell. The sky turned to blood again as Dark Judgment rained upon the dragon for the second time that day...
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Abyssion noticed the discoloration first. The sky had turned red, just like with his own Dark Judgment. The beams of shadow soon fell, tearing apart the foe with merciless strength. The dragon reared back and breathed its last as it fell to the ground, radiating an earthquake.
He knew then that the spell had not been cast by a half-elf or quarter-elf, or even a human infused with Aionis. The spell had been cast by one whose blood was mostly elf, but one quarter human, as it bore far more power than a half-elven attack.
He turned around, looking into the forest. And there, he saw the sparkling of shadow wings. They seemed to be infused with a similar energy to his own, and the feathers dangling from his hands waved in anticipation as he moved closer to the target.
Standing there, holding a sword out, was a young, mostly elven child. Her pointed ears stuck out from the mask of her long, midnight-blue hair, which was tied in front and back. Her eyes seemed to be of sapphire, a most beautiful color even for a shadow angel.
Abyssion reached up a hand, which absentmindedly ran through his own hair. The color was exactly the same, and even the length for the most part. He found it most peculiar that this child could so closely resemble him, when clearly...
No, wait, he thought to himself. It can't be... her?
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Abyssion's P.O.V.
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'The night was cold and wrathful, and I could not feel a thing against the harsh wind and blowing snow. Flanoir seemed miles away now, but if only I could arrive there before I was killed by the blizzard...
A hand came from nowhere and brushed my shoulder. I turned to face the one who had touched me; she was an elf, with rather tame blue hair and sapphire eyes. In a silent tone, she offered to carry me to Flanoir... I asked her why, and she replied that she would always help travelers in need, no matter who they were.
I was touched. She was the first elf I'd ever heard of that tolerated half-elves. I told her of my origin, but she seemed to be even more friendly towards me, saying that if she couldn't save a half-elf, she couldn't save a pureblooded elf.
So we went off to Flanoir together, enduring the blizzard. It was a most intense blizzard, but we managed to reach the city, and collapsed in the Olive Village.'
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"What is your name?" the swordsman suddenly demanded of the child, recalling his wings.
"My name is Allurya," the girl replied. "My mother was killed by Desians a few years ago... I managed to survive only by being taken in by people in Sybak. They seemed to accept me, as they did not know of my blood."
"And your origin was?" Abyssion asked.
"My mother was an elf," the girl replied. "She was a pureblooded elf, and I remember distantly that she had eyes just like mine. My father was a half-elf, but I never got to see him... he left my mother before I was born. I'm not sure if he's dead or alive."
"I see," Abyssion stated, turning away. However, he glanced back at her. "Do you have any idea what your father looked like?"
"Sort of," Allurya replied. "I recall hearing my mother say he had the most beautiful midnight blue hair of any half-elf she'd ever seen. And it was long and rugged, that of a swordsman."
Abyssion reached up and touched a strand of his hair again; then, he gasped. Turning to the child, he said to her, "I think I may know where your father might be."
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Abyssion's house was quiet; Leviathan was obviously asleep, and Seles seemed to be elsewhere. But it offered a welcome shelter against the snow and wind of Flanoir, and was constructed in such a way that heavy blizzards and snowfalls would not restrict entry.
Abyssion stared quietly into the eyes of this young girl named Allurya. For some reason, they seemed familiar, in some peculiar way that he couldn't quite place a finger on...
"I felt you were a half-elf, and I just had to save you," Allurya said quietly. "Were those other half-elves and humans your friends?"
"I suppose you could say that," Abyssion replied. "What was a young girl like you doing out in the battlefield? You could've been hurt or killed."
"I was looking for my father," Allurya stated simply. Her eyes shifted away, almost as if Abyssion's gaze seemed uncomfortable to her.
Abyssion looked about the house. Good, he thought silently to himself. No one else is here.
"Why are you acting so strangely?" Allurya asked, genuinely curious. Abyssion couldn't help but chuckle softly at the innocence of this young girl.
"I think I've figured it out," Abyssion said quietly to himself. Then, he spoke up. "Allurya, I may just be your father... you certainly seem similar enough to me."
Allurya's eyes brightened, and she looked up into Abyssion's, quite a bit more joyously this time. "You really think so?"
"I once knew an elf," Abyssion said. "I believe she was perhaps your mother, in fact. My short relationship with that elf could be considered disastrous... teenage childbirth is no small thing."
"My mother was quite young," Allurya said. "And you don't seem to be very old yourself. Are you sure you might be my father?"
"I'm fairly certain," Abyssion replied. "You seem to bear a similar aura to my own. And yet another thing that ties me to you is... your hair." He reached forward, noticing as Allurya flinched at his touch; however, he gently caressed one of the free locks that hung down on either side of her neck, holding it up so he could see the design on the hairpin.
After staring at the hairpin for a few short seconds, he finally figured it out. The family crest of that elf he had known so long ago was carved into the hairpin, proudly emblazoned on a round, flat surface. And she bore the same innocent eyes as that elf...
"I'm certain of it now," Abyssion said. "You... are my long-lost child."
Allurya seemed to be filled with various emotions: fear, confusion, anger and happiness, all at the same time. It seemed peculiar that one's eyes could bear that many expressions, but hers did, glowing with a peculiar radiance that brought back a storm of memories in Abyssion's mind.
However, the swordsman quickly turned away. "Unfortunately for both you and me, you... were a mistake. My entire life has been torn apart because of your existence, and I have never been able to find love again... to this day. I have lived out here in Flanoir for a number of years... six or so, perhaps. The only family I have left is my brother, Leviathan... and even he has been able to find love more readily than I."
Allurya's eyes filled with tears once more; would she be abandoned again? Would she be killed like her mother was?
Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, Abyssion turned back to Allurya. "However, I shall accept you. It is my duty as your father to keep you safe from harm. Even though your existence was never wanted, I have always desired a family of my own... and now I have it, in a sense." He reached forward and took her hair again, gazing at the hairpin. "I will always protect you for as long as I live, for my sake as well as for my brother's." Silently he concluded to himself, "This bloodline must carry on."
"So the rumors were true..." Allurya whispered. "My real name really is Allurya Reterian-Lerevi..."
Abyssion smiled warmly as he heard her full name spoken. He had remembered his former love's last name was Lerevi, and now his child could live to bear the name... even if this Lerevi was a cruel person, she was still sentient, and deserved her memory to be cherished as well as possible.
And, of course, Abyssion never expected Levi to carry on. He was constantly plagued by illness, and seemed rather shy even around Seles. Abyssion knew his brother would have to wait... perhaps a few more years before that side could carry on.
But so many memories were still intact. Though lost in a storm of memories, Abyssion also felt love arise in his heart once more... love for someone besides Levi.
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Author's Note: This to make up for the ridiculously short chapters you've been seeing lately. A piece about Abyssion's 'family', and the uncovering of his first and only descendant.
Sorry about the rapid updates. I just got randomly inspired here.
For those of you who haven't read Rising Shadow (I hope you have by now), Abyssion mentions his 'family' once in "Fireside Discussions and Fears". And for those of you who read the chapter "Truths of Leviathan" and the author's note at the end, 19 is still -technically- a teenager. Abyssion was around 19 when Allurya was born, but he left the elf (whose last name was Lerevi) about three months beforehand.
And trust me, this isn't some cruel prank of Abyssion's. He knows that Allurya is his daughter, as she seems to have every single trait of both himself and the elf he loved as well as bearing the last names of both. The image on the hairpin was proof enough that Allurya was truly the child he'd been seeking the entire time.
Allurya started training in the field of swords around 5. Since she's 6 in this story, that means she was 4 at the time Rising Shadow is based, and was probably still living in Sybak. She also got the Cruxis Crystal in Sybak, from Mithos himself. However, she didn't realize until afterwards that the crystal bore the spirit of a servant of Nebilim.
The reason her Dark Judgment is more powerful than Abyssion's is, as was stated, she is only one-quarter human, and the rest of her is elf. She's like the reverse of Seles, in a sense. My theory is that elven magic is more powerful than half-elven magic, and the more of the individual's ancestry is elf, the more powerful the magic.
And the reason I chose to explain this in the author's note is that I don't plan on incorporating any of this useless crap into my story. Got it?