Disclaimer: I do not own YYH or it's characters. I do own Angela, Star, and the twins. I own the Darkness, the shadow creatures, and the zombie queen.

AN: Sorry I pushed you off another cliff...No I'm not! Hehe Evil Evil.. ; As in another chap in WA this is going to be done oddly. You might just want to ignore half of the legend. I know babies shouldn't be able to smile or open their eyes when they are first born but we are talking about babies that aren't human here people...And to tell the diff between male and female Angels is the ending of the name. Male names end with 'r' and females end with 'a'. This is gonna be a long chap, sit back and relax.

REVISED AN: Okay, I just realized something...I know Genkai's shrine is out in the middle of fuckin' nowhere but let's just say there's a small town with a certain building nearby enough that they don't need the stupid train to go to the big city. Oly Shi! I hate TENSES! Dammit! I'm going through this stupid chap and have found that I kept switching back and forth between past and present tenses. I hadn't even realized it! Sooo Sorry!

Legend:

-Thought-

-Telepathy-

/Flashbacks/

/Dream/Visions/

Noise

Empathy/feelings

Chapter Nine

Pounding footseps. Loud voices, shouts and cries. Questions, hurried answers. Hands. Hands touching, pressing, shaking. More pounding footsteps, away this time. Cried pleas and shaking. Movement. Carrying. Pounding footsteps and cries. Light and air. More shaking and cries. Pounding footsteps and bumping. Rumbling sound. Slaming doors. Movement. Settling. Slaming doors. Screeching tires. Sharp jerks. Left, right, right, left. Sirens. Screeching tires, sudden jerk foreward. Loud voices, question, answer, shout. Sirens. Screeching tires, jerk backwards. More left and right jerks. Screeching halt. Slamming doors, movement. Carrying. Pounding footsteps from everywhere. Shouts. Pounding feet. Laid down. Pushed. Bright light. Bright light. Bright light. Bright light. Shouts, banging doors, stopping, hands pressing, touching, shaking. Pleas. A bright light...Everything fades...

Angela looks through double doors into a room. There are doctors everywhere, surrounding a bloody body of a pale haired woman. Shouts are passed to each other and the nurses as the doctors start to work on the woman. Angela looks on, confused. -What's going on? And why am I in a hospital?- she thinks as she watches a nurse put an oxygen mask on the dying woman. Angela's curious as to why no one is yelling at her to leave the ER. She looks up and down the crowded hall, but no one seems to be paying her any attention. -Odd...Why don't they notice me?- She looks around again and sees her friends Yusuke and Kurama. She starts to wave at them and shout but she stops. She sees blood all over the shirtless Kurama. She gasps -What the?- She panics. She starts to run over, wondering what had happened to cover Kurama in so much blood and why she can't remember why she is here. She starts to shout, but words won't come out. She grabs her throat. -What the?- she asks again. She runs to Kurama, wondering why he hasn't even looks at her. She grabs his shoulder...only to find her hand go right through him. She stares incredulously at her hand. Not just because it went through him but because it was bloody too. -What happened? Why can't they see me? Why can't I talk? Why does my hand go right through him, like I was a ghost...- Her eyes widen as memory comes back to her.

/A feeling of death and murder. Botan with a knife raised. Pain. Botan laughing, escaping from Kurama and disappearing. Kurama's worried and panicky eyes. Blackness./

She looks down at her chest. There's blood everywhere. She turns back to the room full of doctors and the bloody woman. She walks in without anyone saying anything to her. She comes close to the table and let's out an inaudible cry. It's her that's lying on the steel table-bed.

Angela starts to cry when she hears a voice from behind her. "Angela, Angela," it says. She turns around to find a tall pale man with large silver wings and long silver hair. "Don't cry," the man says gently. He holds out a hand for her. "Come with me. I have something to show you." Angela takes one final look at her dying self then turns back to the man. She takes his hand, unsure of what will happen, unsure if she'll come back, unsure if she will live or die. The man smiles gently, clasping her little hand in his large one. "Don't worry dear one. I promise everything will be fine." As he finishes his sentence they're engulfed in a blinding light.

/Angela shades her eyes from the light, only to reopen them to a different landscape when the light dies. She and the Angel beside her are floating above a beautiful silver castle with many turrets and large windows. She looks to the man with a question in her eyes. "This is our home, dear one," he says, always in a gentle voice. He points to a tall turret with a large balcony that leads into a large chamber. In a blink of an eye they are standing on the balcony, looking in.

Inside is a female Angel giving birth on a large bed with several other female Angels swarming around her in outfits that resemble a nurse's outfit fitted for people with wings. "Push Rianda!" one of the nurses says at the woman's spread legs. "Push!" Rianda clenches her teeth against the pain as she pushes. "One more time! Real hard!" the nurse commands. Rianda again clenches her teeth as she pushes with all of her might. She is rewarded for her effort with a loud squall. The head nurse sighs and laughs. "It's a girl, a lovely baby girl!" she says, taking a swaddling cloth from a nurse at her elbow. She wraps the baby and hands her to her mother.

Rianda laughs and smiles as she holds her new baby. "She is so wonderful," she whispers, caressing the face of her daughter. The baby quits crying at the sound of her mother's voice and touch. She opens her eyes, showing bright emerald eyes and after a second, smiles just as brightly as her eyes. All the women coo.

The head nurse sighs, "What is her name Rianda?" she asks gently, smiling.

Rianda never takes her eyes away from her daughter. "Angela." She pauses for a second before speaking again. "Elsina has had a vision of her being the greatest Angel that has ever been born." Her smile saddens. "But she bears a heavy destiny, one I wish I could take from her tiny shoulders." She strokes her daughter's smiling face. "Oh my beautiful daughter, my beautiful Angela."

Angela turns to the man. She opens her mouth to say something, but words won't come out. The man smiles, knowing her question. "Elsina was the most powerful seer among us at the time of your birth and the official seer for the royal family. Your mother was the second child to King Aer and Queen Serisha, the first being prince Dier." He looks back to the mother and daughter, and if possible, his smile gets even more gentle.

Angela turns back to her mother with her infant self then she turns again to the man. He hadn't fully ansared her question. He sighs and laughs. "You always are head strong, especially when it came to answering your questions." He takes her hand, and again the light flashes.

When she opens her eyes they are in a circular room with windows along the wall every foot. There is no door. She looks around and then sees an opening on the floor that led to a stair case. She looks around the room again to only notice pillows of every color strewn across the floor and in the middle is an old female Angel with snowy white hair and against the wall is a very young male Angel with a peice of parchment, a quill and ink bottle. The old woman seems to be in deep concentration. As Angela looks on the old lady's eyes fly open to reveal opaque irisis. In a cryptic voice the seer chants, "The green eyed grandchild of King Aer shall one day lead the Angels to their greatest era, banishing those that would do evil to the worlds, but at a high price. Thrice she shall do this before her body is slain by traitorous hands should the one with crimson eyes fall. High her spirit shall soar to uncover what was lost and gain entrance to the stars to join her kith and kin. Under the night sky will she rise to shine hope on the worlds. However the eleven stars of the fallen shall chase her into darkness. Without aid the stars will vanish from the skies in the wake of the Bleeding Angel and leave no one to ponder their loss. Should aid come from twice born, twice dead, a shining star, good hearts, once evil hearts, the backing of a child-god and the power of the lost bloodline, the star of hope will once again shine to find what was lost by her hands and the Bleeding Angel shall be healed." The young Angel scribes the prophecy down on the parchment as the seer speaks.

The man turns to Angela, a sad look in his eyes. "That is the prophecy of The Bleeding Angel. Your mother knew it was you the prophecy spoke of. Prince Dier was unable to have children, and the Queen had ordered your mother to only have one child. Your grandmother was also a seer and had had a vision when your mother was born that Rianda would only be able to bear one child successfully. She was unsure if it meant that only one child of your mother would survive or if your mother would survive only one birth," he says ever gentle, the sad look deepening. "However, your mother was just as headstrong as you. When you are four, she decided to take the risk and have another child." He looks away. "She died during child birth along with the babe."

Tears spring to Angela's eyes as she feels the ancient ache from her past. She shakes her head and the feeling away, then she looks back to the seer, going over the prophecy in her head. Again she turns questioning eyes to the man.

He sighs and takes a hold of Angela's hand again and the bright light surrounds them. This time the light takes them into a large place that reminds Angela of the roman Colosseum. Angels fill the seats, looking on an assembled group of Angels on the ground. Angela looks at the man but he only points to the assembled group of Angels. Angela looks close and is shocked to see herself, only with long silver hair, silver wings and dressed in an emerald green roman styled dress. Behind her are four Angels, two male and two female, dressed in light purple togas with a green sash clasped to the left shoulder where it falls evenly on the front and back to the waist. In front of her are twelve Angels, seven male and five female, dressed in simple white togas. Angela looks closely at the twelve Angels. For some reason, something about them is different from all of the other Angels.

She turns to the man. He shakes his head. "Watch. Listen," he says. Angela turns back and watches the scene unfold before her.

"Seir, Tirra, Lar, Guer, Urra and Uar, Yira, Mor, Asila, Jrina, Cler, and Inar," the other Angela says loudly and clearly. "You have commited heinous acts that go against all of our principles and morals. You have indulged in the most horrible things: drank blood, inflicted pain and suffering on others for pleasure, plundered, raped, and worse, you have taken the lives of others and desecrated their bodies. And now you admit to planning to overtake the leadership of the Angels and overtake all of the worlds by way of war. Do you deny any of this?"

A tall Angel with short silver hair steps forward, he stands errect and spreads his wings and arms wide, turning to everyone. Angela gasps. She sees now why they look different, their hair and wings are tinged black and red while all of their eyes glow slightly red. "I, Seir, speak for my brothers and sisters who join me in this quest," he says loudly and proudly. "This quest to lead the Angels to a new height in glory. A height in which we rule over all of the worlds, as is our right. And indulge in the things that we have been denied while the other worlds have enjoyed. Why do we, the supreme race of them all, be restricted in what we do, what we say, how we live? I, and my brothers and sisters, have discovered new ways of living, and we have unanimously decided to enlighten the rest of our people, to bring to you the wonders of the other worlds. Too long have our lives been restricted by pointless principles and senseless morals. Too long have we been ruled over by the Star Key line. We say it is time for a revolution. Are you with me?" He shouts the last four sentences, turning to look at all of the Angels.

Loud cries of 'traitors', 'defielers', 'heretics', and other such phrases rocks through the coliseum. The former Angela waits calmly for the cries to die down before she says loudly, "It seems as though no one is with you, Seir." A hard look comes into her eyes. "As much as it pains me to do this, you must be punished for your crimes and the threat you pose to the peace of the worlds." She brings her hands up over her head and shouts in some strange tongue. Light flashes around each of the twelve, with the exception of the twin male and female which are enveloped in one big one. After several seconds the light cacoons dim to show eleven smooth red oblong pods encasing the twelve Angels. "By the power of the Star Key line and the power of all of the Angels, I banish you to the far reaches of space where you can harm no one." She brings her hands together in a loud clap that resounds through the large open amphitheater like a thunder clap. Suddenly the red pods shoot into the atmosphere and blast away into deep space.

Despite the twelve fallen Angels having been banished so they could not do any more harm, the Angels feel no rejoice; it pains them all to see twelve of their comrades to fall into such disgrace and to be banished. Slowly the coliseum empties, leaving only the former Angela.

The man turns to Angel. "You were only 1000 yrs old and had only been on the throne for a short 100 years when you were forced to banish the Twelve Fallen Angels. Even though it was a heavy burden for you to carry, you takes it onto yourself to carry their guilt, feeling that you should have sensed that they would eventually succumb to the desire of power and 'Earthly' enjoyments, whether good or bad, that went against the very natures of the Angels," he says softly. "It wasn't your fault, however you refused to think that." He looks back to the former Angela, who is now on her knees, crying into her hands. He turns back to the present Angela and takes her hand. "I'm afraid that I must show you more terrible things, but they are important."

The light flashes around them again. When it fades they again are in the coliseum where all of the Angels are crowded in the seats of the large amphitheater. This time on the floor is Queen Angela and over a dozen Angels with the green sash and several wearing deep purple roman styled dresses.

"I have grave news," Queen Angela says loudly and clearly, her voice carrying to every ear. "There is a Great Darkness overtaking the worlds and no one can stop it. I am sorry to say, but the Great Darkness was created by our own hands. The Fallen Twelve, in secret, created this being using the blood, pain and fear of the victims that they tortured. They were going to use this Darkness to fulfil their plans of ruling all of the worlds." She pauses as the horrified gasps and muttering, which had started from the moment she had stated that the darkness was created by thier hands, grow louder. After several seconds, she holds up her hands. "Please, let me finish," she says. Everyone quiets down. "As I have said, no one has been able to stop it or even put up a defense against it. It has been growing these past 4000 years. I fear no one in the other worlds can face it. But..." she pauses. "But I believe we can. It was made by our own people, by our own powers, surely it can be destroyed by our powers. But this means we must fight, put away our principle of peace and non fighting, just for the moment, for the sake of the worlds. I ask you, will you fight? Will you stand in the defense of our precious worlds?" she asks quietly, though her voice reaches every ear. There is murmering, muttering, and out right small debates throughout the amphitheater. This goes on for hours before people start to stand up. Suddenly the air is filled with shouts of 'aye's, 'yes's, and other affirmatives. The queen smiles sadly. "Thank you. I am sorry that I bring you into battle. If any of you would want me to step down for this action, I will." In a split second the air is rent with negatives.

The man turns to Angela and speaks, the noise from the past dying down to a whisper. "As you heard, the Darkness was created by the Fallen Ones. No one knew about it, so it grew in power silently. With all of the atrocities the denizens of the rest of the worlds made, wars, violence and the like, the Darkness was able to feed off of the pain, fear and blood of the victims. The Fallen Twelve had originally planned to feed the Darkness them selves and speed along it's growth, but then they were found out. Before they were arrested, which it was a first, never before has anyone been arrested and never again, Seir cast a spell on the Darkness so that it could grow on it's own with it's own mind and the orders that once it was powerful enough it was to emerge and start taking over the worlds." He shakes his head. "Again, you blamed yourself. Your mother was right, you did have a heavy destiny on your tiny shoulders and you just kept adding to the weight with the sins of others."

He holds out his hand to her. She takes it and is ready for the blinding light. Again they are in the coliseum, but there are fewer Angels, about half. Queen Angela stands in the middle of the amphitheater, her dress tattered and worn, looking like every other Angel, worn down. "My people, the battle with the Darkness is not going very well. We've lost so many of our brothers and sisters, yet we aren't even making any impact on the Darkness." She pauses. "I...I have an idea...but...I want you to make the desicion." She takes a breath. "I believe there is one way to defeat the Darkness. I think we need to seal it. To seal it with all of the power of the Angels, to seal it with our lives, to willingly sacrifice ourselves for the sake of the worlds. With all of our power, with all of our being, we can make the strongest seal. I don't want this for my people, but I can see no other way. I plead to the gods that any of you can see another way. Please, tell me, give me another plan." All of the Angels are quiet. Queen Angela sighs. "I want to know what you think of my idea. I won't make the desicion. Everyone must sacrifice themselves willingly."

A few minutes go by, then one by one the Angels fly to the ground to stand with their queen. One by one the go up to the queen, telling her that they will gladly do it. After they all have talked with her they fly back to their seats. The queen smiles that same sad smile. "I'm proud of you, my people. I'm proud to have known you, to have been your queen, to know how selflessly you are giving your selves to protect the other four worlds."

She's quiet for a few seconds. "I also have an idea for our race to continue. I am thinking of a ritual that will enable our bloodline to continue in the blood of Humans..." She waits for everyone's reaction, but they are quiet, waiting for her to continue. "The ritual would envolve some of our powerful enchanters and one of our men and a female human."

She then proceeds to explain to them about the ritual, but her voice and the voices of the rest of the Angels die out as the man turns to the present Angela. "The Angels also agreed to your plan for the continuation of the Angel bloodline in the Humans. Unanimously they wanted someone from the Star Key line. The only males of that bloodline was your son, Ker." He smiled, as if remembering something. "He was named after his grandfather."

The look in his eyes saddened again, as he holds out his hand for her. Soon they are in the clouds above all of the Angels as they hover over what Angela recognizes as an extremely larger version of the Darkness. The queen is in the middle of the Angels. Angela watches as the Angels form rings around the queen holding hands. Queen Angela puts her hands over her head, palms facing upwards. "By the power and lives of all of the Angels, past and present, and by the power of the Star Key line, I summon the elements of the Stars to take our offering of our powers, lives and world to seal this evil from the other four worlds!" she shouts. The stars flare and a great prismatic energy shoots from the heavens to engulf the Angels and the Darkness.

"NO!" the Darkness screeches. "I WILL COME BACK!" it booms, starting to laugh. "WITH THE BLOOD OF ANGELS I SHALL RETURN! YOUR SACRIFICE WILL BE YOUR UNDOING!" Angela closes her eyes, having already had a vision of the pain the Angels had felt when they had died.

The man looks at her as tears stream down her face, his eyes even sadder. "There is still more I'm afraid," he says as he takes her hand.

When the light dies they are standing in an abandoned plantation that Angela recognizes as the plantation where the Darkness had reemerged. He points to the sky. Angela gasps as she sees a falling star streak towards them. It lands in the middle of the plantation, exactly where the Darkness had been or would be in the future. Angela looks at him. "This is sometime during what the Humans had called the Civil War for America," he explains. He points in the direction of the meteorite and they zoom to where it had landed. She watches as a rectangular opening appeares in the red pod, letting out a gruesom figure. If Angela could have, she would have screamed. The figure looks no where like the Angels that had been banished, even though the pod clearly identifies it as one of the Fallen Twelve. Out comes a naked human like bloody figure with melting and burned skin. On it's back are bloody and burned wings. It's face reminds her of Freddie Kruger's face, only ten times worse with eyes that are blood red where the white should have been and the irises are glowing red, like burning coals. It grins at them, as if it can see them.

Angela huddles against the Angel, who puts a protective arm around her shoulders. "Shh," he says soothingly. "Lar can't hurt you, not yet."

Time seems to fast forward around them and then stops on an important scene in that time period. Angela sees the fallen Angel Lar stand over a nondescript mound of dirt, a hasty grave, and thrusts his hand into the grave, pulling out a familiar figure. It is the zombie queen that had plagued Angela for almost a year now in life and in her dreams.

"This is where and how the zombie queen was created. Lar created her to start building an army for him and his brethren," the man says quietly. "I'm sure you have had visions of them coming." Angela nods, she now knows what that meteorite in the Forest of Fools and those meteoroids she had dreamed of are. "Another reason for the zombie queen was to help the Darkness to grow again and to start to break free of the seal. Seir had also given it some magic so that when it had told of that prophecy about coming back, it had put power behind it to weaken the sealing of the Angels, to ensure that it would eventually break free."

He takes her hand again, and they flash onto a familiar scene. They watch from above as Angela, the present Angela, Hiei, Mukuro and Kuwabara fight and defeat the zombie queen. They witness the rest of the Spirit detectives and over fifty demon fighters fight the budding Darkness. They watch Angela repeat the sealing process that her former self had done four thousand years earlier, calling on the stars and her dead family. The only difference is that she traps it in another dimension. They watch as she lays dying in Hiei's lap about to seal herself and soul with the Darkness, something the Angels had not done. They watch as Sensui and Itsuki give their lives willingly in place of hers. Angela smiles as she again watches Hiei propose to her. The man beside her smiles too, but soon it turns sad.

He takes her hand and they flash to where the meteorite had fallen in the Forest of Fools. Out of this pod come two bloody winged beings. "They are the twins Urra and Uar. They too began to create a zombie queen each," the man says. The twins walk into the forest and the scene around them becomes cloudy with a blood red fog.

The man takes her hand and they flash back to the hospital where they had started./

The man looks on as the doctors continue to work on Angela's body. It was almost as if they hadn't left. He sighs. "Do you remember the prophecy?" he asks. Angela nods, but she really only remembers bits and peices. "Part of it has been fulfiled. Thrice have you banished evil, and now you lay slain by traitorous hands." He turns to her. "The question is, has the one with crimson eyes fallen?" Angela starts to cry, knowing the prophecy was talking about Hiei. She nods. Once again the man seems to be able to read thoughts, for he smiles and says, "No dear one. Not by your hands he hasn't."