You might remember this as the alternate version of Eternal Souls. But I decided to delete Reverie and remake it. Why and for purpose? You may be asking, and you may be yelling at the screen. However, there is a good reason. I decided, upon much consideration, to restart this story from the beginning of Choices Of An Angel, and run through Eternal Souls. That being said, you will be seeing much more Kratos and how much his relationship develops. And you may be wondering when you'll be seeing the installments of Eternal Souls? They'll be in the tens or twenty series of chapters. So hang tight, in the end you'll appreciate me making this so long. And as before, this is Kratos' POV.

Reverie
Chapter One: Devastation Begins

She was a queen
Lost within a dream
Misconceived that he was fit to reign
Lies take victims
Separate them at the seams
Cause them to fall apart
Then move along to better things now

She
Wants to fall in love again
Don't you know that
He's
Satisfied to own her

No time permits to open up
When you've been hiding thoughts so strong
She's been holding out for an angel to come along
No reply from the sky
But she just keeps looking up
She just keeps looking up now

She'll never know love's true potential
Lost in the open wind
To his impatience
Never feeling they would fall apart
She let her feelings grow
To tears she'll never show now

You know he couldn't see
That she could be his everything
Bringing light to everything now
Oh
She just wants to
Fall in love again
She's broken like an angel

"They... killed her."

I starred at the weeping Yuan who sat on a bed beside me. We were in the heart of Slyvarant, in a Inn. The current time was eleven o'clock, and the Kharlan War had finally ended. But it came as a high price, Martel was slain. Mithos went to the wholly planet, Derris Kharlan, to plan his revenge. I agreed to help him in the hopes to create a vessel for Martel. But of the three of us, I was starting to think Yuan was taking it the hardest. You see, Martel was his fiancé, and more importantly, his best friend. They shared everything with one another, and to see his true love die right in front of his eyes, and being able to do nothing about it, must have torn the half elf. I myself did find some despair in watching one of the Yggdrasill siblings be murdered, but I had no connection. Mithos was her brother, and like I said before, Yuan was in love with her. And that left me nowhere. I was the humble mercenary who was hired up to join the three when they decided to seek aid in a town across the sea. Martel was sick, and they had to get a cure. And what made matters worse was that they were exiled from Heimdall for being half elves. And that started everything, a simple journey became a world changing experience. And so at the end of the war, Mithos separated the worlds, in hopes to accomplish many goals.

Extending a hand, I placed it sheepishly on my friend's shoulder, reassuringly. I was unsure if it had any effect whatsoever, but I watched as he rose his blue laced head and stared at me with tear-sticken eyes. Those large emerald eyes were filled with depression and fear, but in the depths of them bore a burning anger. To kill, possibly.

"They killed my Martel." He whimpered, starring me straight in the eyes. At first he was strong with his answer, but he snapped his eyes shut and shook his head violently, as if he did not believe what he was saying. Fixing my expression, I pat him on the shoulder and withdrew my hand.

I wasn't really one to feel that many emotions towards others. Money was what made my world go around, but now I realized this life would be a lot more than money. You see, Mithos had deemed us an eternal damnation, as Cruxis Angels, or so he called us. Of course, this was against Yuan's volition, but I had given openly. The idea to be ageless, and reign supreme was a good thing. Or so I was thinking.

"I want to die, just let me die!" Yuan suddenly rung out, throwing his fist in the air, attempting to push me out of the way to reach the door. Suddenly turning to my alarmed stage, I grabbed his wrists and starred defiantly in the half elves eyes. Biting down on my bottom lip, I pushed his body easily back onto the bed, while keeping my standing position.

"This is the thanks I get for dragging your lifeless body out of Welgaia?" Asking in a serious voice, I crossed my arms. I felt my cheeks turn feverish from becoming so angry. As you probably have guessed, I don't have that good of a temper. And Yuan, a friend I called him, knew that better than anyone.

"You should have just left me there, damnit! Now I'm-... Now I'm-.." It was him, Yuan Hero of the recent Kharlan, who was now stuttering. Furrowing my eyebrows, I cocked my chin and tried to make reason of his request. Or perhaps his statement.

"You may be cursed with an eternal life, but without my help, you'd be a lifeless angel." Remarking cruelly, my voice remained the same. What I meant by that is that my hair is never changing. It always sounds like I am being harsh, or cruel. But the only way to make your point is to be bitter and stern, right?

"Is that what we are-" choking on his own words, Yuan's eyes bulged out. "we're... angels?"

"Correct." I replied, extending my luxurious cyan wings. Flapping them casually, I watched as the half elf felt his hand painfully. Blood was still present in his hands, and the wound on his side was still weeping blood. Withdrawing my wings, seeing no use for them at the moment, I took a step over to him and sat down on the bed, cautiously.

The pupil of his left ear followed my movement. For a hero, a savior of this world, which are now worlds, he didn't look the part. His hair was ruffled, and bruises appeared on the skin he bore, that wasn't covered by clothing that is. My body however wasn't as beaten us. It's true, I was skilled fighter, one that wasn't swayed by emotion. And I preferred to stay that way.

"Screw this. I don't want to live forever, I want to die and be with Martel." He suddenly snapped once more and tried to make a run for it. I grabbed him and pushed him backwards, eyeing him angrily.

"That will solve nothing. Get over it." I growled.

"Since when did you care so much?" Yuan snapped, pushing me off him and looking away. His expression was filled with so many mixed emotions.

"I don't. But we're in the same boat. So don't go doing anything stupid." I retorted. Unexpectedly, his mood changed once more as he quieted and sat back down.

"But what is there left to do.." He whispered, closing his eyes weakly.

I knew what there was left to do, to be honest. My job would be to aid Mithos in his conquest to revive Martel. But, however, Yuan had no idea of this plan. I'm sure if he knew of it, he'd either be eager to join, or refuse and start some commotion. That was the last thing we needed right now. True, he was my friend, but my loyalties didn't run that deep. Betrayal was nothing knew to me.

"You need rest, I'll leave you be." I retorted, arising from the bed and trailing across the room the exit. However, I heard a small whimper arise from the injured half elf. Turning my head to peer over my shoulder, I watched him clutching his left arm in severe pain, it seemed. Taking the hint, I walked back over and awaited him to make the request. I didn't' heal openly.

"Can you at least heal me before you leave?" His question was filled with sympathy or feeling. His voice was beginning to sound as space less as mine. eyes widening, I just stood there and looked at him before me. He was always full of energy, bright and loving towards Martel. But now, without her being there, he was a wreck. The next me..

"I-" I began but stood there, frozen to the ground. Was I really that... cold and unfeeling. Heart slowing down, my breaths slowed and I just stood there, in examination.

"What? Now that your job is done, and you've got your pay, you feel no connection to anyone. Just like you humans..." He glared, and looked back down at his wounds. He took his hand off it and peered at the blood on it. Just by the site he winced and placed the hand back against it, as if it served as a bandage.

True... I had no reason to remain in contact with either him or Mithos. Mithos wasn't paying me to do his bidding now was he? Then again, I could just leave Yuan here, and forget about everything. That made the most logic. Yet, I just stood there, starring at him.

"If you're just going to stand there, then go!" He hissed.

"Yuan..." I began. He opened his eyes once more and looked at me, as if I had spoken something wrong. Opening his mouth to protest, I reached out and placed a hand on his side, sending a shiver of cold through his body. This sensation was known as first aid. But I'd never say the words out loud. Hell, I was a human, someone who shouldn't even be associating with half elves.

"..." Yuan looked away, as the bleeding stopped.

"I see it's beyond your power to say thank you." I turned my back to leave the room. I was stopped once more by a hand on my shoulder. Blood turning as thick as mud, I glanced over at he who extended out to me.

"Where are you going?" He asked vaguely, with no sarcasm left in his voice. I was sure the pain of everything happening so quickly had taken it's effect on him.

"It does not matter to you." I whispered. And yet the truth shone inside me. Lately, ever since the night before the last fight, I was feeling something strange towards this half elf. I couldn't do any harm to him, and trust me, I had plentiful times. Something was different. Shrugging it off, I began to walk forward to leave once more, but his grasp tightened and I could feel his nails digging into my shoulders.

"An angel can't leave amongst humans... you'll blow your cover. Wait until the shock of the war has blown down." Yuan more so commanded than asked. Furrowing my brow, I chuckled to myself and sat down on the chair that was nearest to me.

"It seems to me you are stopping me from leaving. Why so?" I asked, placing a hand on my chin curiously.

"I don't give a rat's ass about you. I just don't want another war starting because of what Mithos has done!" he threw back at me. As he yelled, I watched him take a step back, clutching his side from pain. it seemed that the more he pushed himself, the more it hurt. And yet it bothered me to see him in pain, how odd.

"I'm not going to spend my earnings on a hotel room." I replied, showing no hint of emotion towards him. Even when he yelled I did not change my tone, even though the wheels of my head were slowly turning.

"So you agree that you should remain in hiding for the time being?" Yuan asked, sitting back down, and exhaling deeply.

"Perhaps. Why?" I asked, taking my hand off my chin and crossing my arms. Rocking back and forth in the chair from boredom, I scanned Yuan's face. Confusion spread across the new seraphim as he closed his eyes for a few moments, seeming to be tired.

"Before this war started, I bought a house on the outskirts of Heimdall." Yuan began. my calm expression turned startled as I widened my eyes and coughed.

"Are you implying that I stay at your house?" I asked, trying to slide back into causality.

"You're making it sound like I want you to stay." Yuan snapped back, trying to keep a coolheaded. My was he doing such a horrid job at that task. Any ways, I straightened up and weighed my options. If I stayed with Yuan, perhaps I could find out why I felt this odd connection to him. Then again, if I stayed, he wouldn't rise up any concerns or suspicious about I and Mithos' plans, seeing I would be at his house the most. And I could still freely help Mithos. Yes, this could work perfectly. Then again, there had to be a catch. Why was he opening this offer so... openly.

"As long as you don't as far as restricting to the house, I accept your offer."

It seemed I stunned him from my reply, because he shrunk backwards and sat down. Blinking a few times, Yuan smirked casually and nodded sharply. He was still weak, but the worry of what I would do with unlimited power seemed to be lifted off his shoulders.

"Agreed."

It was another long moment before Yuan glanced over at the lavender wings on his back. Up until this point, he hadn't noticed his own wings, flapped on his back. Depression loomed back into his site as he grimaced at them. Shaking overcame the seraphim as he stood up and walked towards the door.

"Follow me and I'll lead us to the house." His cheerful and almost happy expression from a few moments ago seemed to be crushed by the realization that he truly was an angel, like myself. Shrugging it off, I got up and followed him.

Why should I be so concerned about how he was feeling anyhow? I was lying to him after all, and was helping Mithos be rid this world of discrimination. So there was no place left in my mind for an old acquaints. That belief was so strong in my head. But to my suprisement, that grip on my future would slowly melt and be replaced by a new sort of feeling. And that soul reason would be that certain blue haired angel.

AN:

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