Sins of an Angel
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Ryo Angel
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He watched them with fascination, flexing his angel wings as his opaque eyes zoomed in on one girl in particular.
Long silver hair with the palest of eyes; her complexion was very fair, almost like the whiteness of the clouds. She
herself could be an angel in disguise. He smiled, watching her every comings and goings, growling when a man
approached her. A king. Brat. He snorted, watching as he asked for her hand. She is too pure for the man. His hands
were stained with blood! He had killed hundreds in human wars! An emotion that he couldn't identify soar up with
indignation when she nodded her consent. No... her parent's gave her hand away. The choice was never hers... that
made him felt slightly better.
He continued to watch as they married, his eyes blazed with open anger when he broke her maidenhead. He
couldn't bear this any more. Her tears of grief continued nightly as he tore into her, pounding and spilling his seed
inside her, in hopes of impregnation.
Nay! He will not stand for this! He looked at his angel wings. He was the first in his Father's line. But he would give
up all for her. Closing his eyes, he took the first step, his face contorted with pain as the feathers ripped themselves
out of him with each step he took. One by one, they fell, blood dripping down onto the mortals, causing death and
decay. When angels fall, the world will suffer.
"You have fallen for her..." The voice whispered inside his head, "Was it worth it?" It asked.
Yes... Mamoru answered as the darkness once again consumed him. She was suffering.
"Thou shalt not commit adultery..."
"Fuck!" Mamoru's eyes open as he curled up tightly into a ball, rolling onto his knees. The pain in his shoulder blades
grew more insistent and his knuckles were white as he clenched onto the white sheets. They were slowly being
stained a dark color when he felt his shoulder blades being ripped apart. Something was growing from there! He
arched his back in agony as his wings spread, splattering blood all around. Exhausted, he collapsed; his newly
grown wings laid spread out on the floor, still glistening with blood.
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"It's not like him to be late for our tutorial sessions..." Usagi peered out the window worriedly, before turning to her
mother, "You don't think he's lying somewhere in a ditch, knocked unconscious and bleeding, do you??"
Her mother hid a small smile and continued cooking. She thought it was sweet how Usagi fawned over Mamoru
these days... when he wasn't looking, of course. Her attitude really has changed over the months of tutorial. And the
best thing was - Usagi's grades are vastly improved! The phone rang and picked it up, "Hello?"
"Hi Mrs. Tsukino... is Usagi there?"
"Of course, Mamoru, hold on for..." Ikuko blinked and took a step back, "Here she is!" She said brightly as Usagi
eagerly snatched it up and ran upstairs with it.
"Where are you??" She demanded.
"Heh..." Mamoru tried to keep his tone light, "There's a test coming up on Friday and I need to study for it..." He
covered the phone as he groaned, his breathing labored, "I'll try and be there Saturday..." I hope... he thought, "In
the meantime, you can study by yourself. Keep it up."
Usagi frowned, "Are you okay, Mamo... ru?" Baka! She cursed herself.
"Yeah. I'm fine, I'll talk to you later." He replaced his phone and groaned, crawling away from the patch of moonlight.
He felt stronger than before. Flexing his newly acquired wings, he braced against the wall, staggering, but righted
himself. He can do this. He can do this.
"Yes, my precious..." A dark shadow appeared in front of him. The voice had a musical lithe to it. "My precious dark
angel... my own fallen one..."
"Who are you?" He asked hoarsely, narrowing his eyes.
The figure stepped into the moonlight and lifted her head. Black curls shimmered down her slim waist and her blood
red lips were slightly parted, her pink tongue showing. She was pale, far paler than the sun that illuminated her.
"You forget me, my dark angel?" She asked in a wounded voice, taking a step forward.
"Stay back!" He demanded, backing away, flinching when his wings pressed against the wall. He couldn't see her,
but he could smell her, feel her. She was all around him, surrounding him. Trapping him. Flesh against flesh. He could
feel his cock pulsating with want for her.
"Yes, my dark one." She whispered into his ear, her hand trailing downwards to grip his throbbing dick. He gasped
as she gently pumped him, licking his ear. "Your body remembers me well." She peppered his face with kisses,
trailing kisses down to his neck. "It remembers me well." He closed his eyes and opened his body to the assault of
touches.
Gravity no longer ruled him. He floated outwards, away from his constraining apartment. He could see the city below
him, shrouded in darkness. This was his world. His kingdom. He was the Prince of Darkness and all shall bow down
to him. Eyes opened, he stared at the dark goddess in his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist as he
penetrated her, groaning at her tightness. "Yes, Akuma..." She whimpered when he crushed her between the
building walls and took her like the whore she was. "Yes!" She cried when he bit down, tasting her cold life,
consuming her, draining her. In return, he spurted his cold seed into her dead womb, rocking in and out of her, the
sticky cum slid out of her and dripped down onto the ground below. She clawed at him, drawing blood. He grew hard
again when she dipped her head down and licked away the blood.
He turned her around and shoved her naked body roughly against the jagged walls, running his hand down her
buttocks; he spread them wide. She gave a shriek when he plunged deep into her core. He didn't move, relishing the
tightness. With gentle hands, he stroked her wings. A flick of his hands and she was chained to the wall. Her eyes
grew wide, the beginnings of fear started to appear, this wasn't the way it was suppose to be. He began moving in
and out of her slowly, still stroking her dark wings. Fear mixed in with pleasure, she growled with frustration, when a
stab of pain stricken her when he pulled out one feather.
"No, Akuma!" She begged as another followed. And another. And another. Each time he pulled out a feather, he
thrust into her. Each time he let it fall, he pulled out. Blood ran down his wrist and he continued onwards.
"Do I not please you, milady?" Mamoru asked nonchalantly, grabbing at handfuls of feathers, groaning as he sank
back into her tight ass.
"Please..." She begged, tears appearing. "Do not be so cruel..." She cried out as he pulled out another handful. She
started to struggle, but the chains that held her were firm. They wouldn't let her go. "Please, Akuma!" She cried out
again.
Blood ran down her back and disappeared where he was still joined to her. Only a handful of feathers remained on
her beautiful back.
"You were the one that ripped away her angel wings, my precious one. You were the one that destroyed her." With
one last thrust, he emptied himself in her, ripping out the last of her wings. "You should be the one that suffers." He
pulled out of her and pumped his wings. Shadows ran over his body until he was fully clothed, "Be the wretched
mortal that you made her to be." The chains released, she fell onto the cold ground with a slump, a pool of blood
gathered around her as pure white snow began to fall.
He flew high above the city of Tokyo. He remembered. The world was his playground. Hell was his domain. And
Serenity was his everything. They took her away from him. They all did. Now they will all pay.
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This was the way the world spins. She sat by the fountain, a few fingers dipped into the icy water. Like water...
where is he? He was never this late... she rose and walked to the gates, turning around when she felt a hand on
her shoulder. It was a reflex. No one was behind her. There never was. "What is it, Father?"
"He will not come." A voice boomed around her, inside her head.
"Yes he will." She refused to believe otherwise. "He promised me that he would."
"He fell from grace to be with another." Her Father was relentless. In truth, He was in pain. His first had fallen,
ensnared by Lucifer. The cycle began anew.
She turned back towards the gate, "He didn't fall. 'Twas You who pushed him off." She said bitterly. " 'Twas You who
tempted him. 'Twas You who painted my likeness on that wretched mortal." With each accusation her voice grew
louder, "'Twas You who played with with his mind. 'Twas You who condemned him!" She shrieked.
He replied calmly, "If he had loved you, then he would not have fallen for a false image."
"Thou shalt make false idols..." She thought bitterly. "Enough!" She shrieked. "I am ready to be reborn."
"Serenity..."
"There is no good or evil, Father. There is only power. Was that not what You had said once? He came here with me,
but You drove him out once more, because You couldn't bear to see your failure. Your weak link." She crossed
through the gates and gasped with surprise. It didn't hurt like she had thought it would...
"Poor Serenity..." A voice tsked, "Your lover left you and you, yourself, are cast forth from Heaven..."
"He didn't leave me!" Anger welled up inside, "Show yourself!" Pain slowly attacked her and she realized that her
feathers were falling... no! They were being plucked! "No!" She dropped down to one knee as the pain consumed
her, feather after feather fell. She tried to move away from the invisible force that was torturing her, but she
couldn't. All she could do was watch as her feathers fall. "Why?" She asked hoarsely, slowly losing consciousness.
"Because he chose you."
Usagi woke up with an odd ache on her shoulder blades. "Damn dreams." She muttered, rubbing her shoulders to
alleviate the pain. It was still night. She had fallen asleep doing her homework, "Damn homework!" She growled,
stretching. Getting up, she started to go and get a drink of water when she stumbled upon a black cat. "Hey!" She
exclaimed, bending down, "You're the little kitty I saved. How'd you get here?" She scratched its chin, "Aren't you
just precious?" She grinned when it rubbed its head towards her, purring, "Betcha' want some milk." Usagi laughed,
"Come along then." She led the way to the kitchen and poured a saucer of milk for the black cat. "You're so pretty..."
She cooed, watching as the cat lapped it up. When it finished, she scooped it up and stroked its fur, "So soft too... I
think I'll keep you..."
Walking upstairs, she deposited the cat on her bed and sat near the window, "Everything's changing..." She sighed,
then looked over to the cat purring on her bed and laughed, "But what do you know? You're just a cat." She reached
over to scoop it into her arms when a bright light blinded her, "What in the world...?" Her eyes widened as she
scrambled back on her bed. A blue creature stood in front of her, "What are you?" She asked, her eyes darting over
to the door, trying to figure out the best way to escape.
"Energy..." It hissed, orange vine-like things appeared from its back and made its way to Usagi who managed to
dodge it.
"Leap through the window!" A voice screamed to her. Without looking who yelled to her, Usagi did as she was told,
jumping out her window and landed on one knee, wincing when she stood. "Follow me!" Usagi looked around and
grew hysteric when she saw the cat hissing at her, its mouth moving, "Follow me!" It said again, this time running
towards the park. Usagi took one look back and started running, she'll figure this out later. The creature, by this
time, had stopped following and Usagi slumped down against a tree. The black cat stood in front of her, "I didn't
want to do this..." It cursed, "But it seemed like I have no choice..."
Usagi gasped as an onslaught of memories ripped through her. She was the Moon Princess of the Silver Millennium,
daughter of Queen Serenity... and... her father... an obscure person... Her eyes closed and she groaned, pain
ripping through her as she tried to remember her father. Her eyes flew open and her breathing grew labored.
Pounding at her head, she looked at the cat before her. "I didn't want to remember, Luna." She whispered, "But it
seemed that I never have any choice." She called to her brooch, "Moon Crystal Power! Make-up!"
There was no fight. She ran to the creature and with all her contempt, she destroyed it. No burst of light. No strange
splattering. No dust. Just total annihilation.
They went back to the house and Usagi unhooked the brooch from her bow, transforming back to her regular self
before collapsing onto her bed. "I'm sorry..." Luna whispered to the crying Usagi. "I had no choice..."
"There never was a choice, Luna." Usagi sobbed, there were memories in her mind. Memories that Luna knew
nothing about. "This is my destiny..." A fresh wave of tears soared over her, "My FATE." She spat the word out,
"Nothing was ever my choice!" She curled up into a small ball before continuing, "The world is mine to protect. Mine
to rule. Mine to... to..." Tears rendered her speechless and Luna could do nothing but look on, her own eyes
glistening with tears. 'Mine to keep alive.'
"I'm sorry..."
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Whoo! Well, I'm trying not to confuse you guys too much and school is coming in two weeks! Can you believe it?? I'm
going to be a Senior! Go Class of 2004! We ROCK! '^_^'
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this story and if you don't... oh well. I'm writing this for myself. Not for you... not
that your opinion doesn't matter. It does. I'm just not going to let it get to me like before. Review or not, up to you.
R
Ryo Angel
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He watched them with fascination, flexing his angel wings as his opaque eyes zoomed in on one girl in particular.
Long silver hair with the palest of eyes; her complexion was very fair, almost like the whiteness of the clouds. She
herself could be an angel in disguise. He smiled, watching her every comings and goings, growling when a man
approached her. A king. Brat. He snorted, watching as he asked for her hand. She is too pure for the man. His hands
were stained with blood! He had killed hundreds in human wars! An emotion that he couldn't identify soar up with
indignation when she nodded her consent. No... her parent's gave her hand away. The choice was never hers... that
made him felt slightly better.
He continued to watch as they married, his eyes blazed with open anger when he broke her maidenhead. He
couldn't bear this any more. Her tears of grief continued nightly as he tore into her, pounding and spilling his seed
inside her, in hopes of impregnation.
Nay! He will not stand for this! He looked at his angel wings. He was the first in his Father's line. But he would give
up all for her. Closing his eyes, he took the first step, his face contorted with pain as the feathers ripped themselves
out of him with each step he took. One by one, they fell, blood dripping down onto the mortals, causing death and
decay. When angels fall, the world will suffer.
"You have fallen for her..." The voice whispered inside his head, "Was it worth it?" It asked.
Yes... Mamoru answered as the darkness once again consumed him. She was suffering.
"Thou shalt not commit adultery..."
"Fuck!" Mamoru's eyes open as he curled up tightly into a ball, rolling onto his knees. The pain in his shoulder blades
grew more insistent and his knuckles were white as he clenched onto the white sheets. They were slowly being
stained a dark color when he felt his shoulder blades being ripped apart. Something was growing from there! He
arched his back in agony as his wings spread, splattering blood all around. Exhausted, he collapsed; his newly
grown wings laid spread out on the floor, still glistening with blood.
*************************************************************************
"It's not like him to be late for our tutorial sessions..." Usagi peered out the window worriedly, before turning to her
mother, "You don't think he's lying somewhere in a ditch, knocked unconscious and bleeding, do you??"
Her mother hid a small smile and continued cooking. She thought it was sweet how Usagi fawned over Mamoru
these days... when he wasn't looking, of course. Her attitude really has changed over the months of tutorial. And the
best thing was - Usagi's grades are vastly improved! The phone rang and picked it up, "Hello?"
"Hi Mrs. Tsukino... is Usagi there?"
"Of course, Mamoru, hold on for..." Ikuko blinked and took a step back, "Here she is!" She said brightly as Usagi
eagerly snatched it up and ran upstairs with it.
"Where are you??" She demanded.
"Heh..." Mamoru tried to keep his tone light, "There's a test coming up on Friday and I need to study for it..." He
covered the phone as he groaned, his breathing labored, "I'll try and be there Saturday..." I hope... he thought, "In
the meantime, you can study by yourself. Keep it up."
Usagi frowned, "Are you okay, Mamo... ru?" Baka! She cursed herself.
"Yeah. I'm fine, I'll talk to you later." He replaced his phone and groaned, crawling away from the patch of moonlight.
He felt stronger than before. Flexing his newly acquired wings, he braced against the wall, staggering, but righted
himself. He can do this. He can do this.
"Yes, my precious..." A dark shadow appeared in front of him. The voice had a musical lithe to it. "My precious dark
angel... my own fallen one..."
"Who are you?" He asked hoarsely, narrowing his eyes.
The figure stepped into the moonlight and lifted her head. Black curls shimmered down her slim waist and her blood
red lips were slightly parted, her pink tongue showing. She was pale, far paler than the sun that illuminated her.
"You forget me, my dark angel?" She asked in a wounded voice, taking a step forward.
"Stay back!" He demanded, backing away, flinching when his wings pressed against the wall. He couldn't see her,
but he could smell her, feel her. She was all around him, surrounding him. Trapping him. Flesh against flesh. He could
feel his cock pulsating with want for her.
"Yes, my dark one." She whispered into his ear, her hand trailing downwards to grip his throbbing dick. He gasped
as she gently pumped him, licking his ear. "Your body remembers me well." She peppered his face with kisses,
trailing kisses down to his neck. "It remembers me well." He closed his eyes and opened his body to the assault of
touches.
Gravity no longer ruled him. He floated outwards, away from his constraining apartment. He could see the city below
him, shrouded in darkness. This was his world. His kingdom. He was the Prince of Darkness and all shall bow down
to him. Eyes opened, he stared at the dark goddess in his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist as he
penetrated her, groaning at her tightness. "Yes, Akuma..." She whimpered when he crushed her between the
building walls and took her like the whore she was. "Yes!" She cried when he bit down, tasting her cold life,
consuming her, draining her. In return, he spurted his cold seed into her dead womb, rocking in and out of her, the
sticky cum slid out of her and dripped down onto the ground below. She clawed at him, drawing blood. He grew hard
again when she dipped her head down and licked away the blood.
He turned her around and shoved her naked body roughly against the jagged walls, running his hand down her
buttocks; he spread them wide. She gave a shriek when he plunged deep into her core. He didn't move, relishing the
tightness. With gentle hands, he stroked her wings. A flick of his hands and she was chained to the wall. Her eyes
grew wide, the beginnings of fear started to appear, this wasn't the way it was suppose to be. He began moving in
and out of her slowly, still stroking her dark wings. Fear mixed in with pleasure, she growled with frustration, when a
stab of pain stricken her when he pulled out one feather.
"No, Akuma!" She begged as another followed. And another. And another. Each time he pulled out a feather, he
thrust into her. Each time he let it fall, he pulled out. Blood ran down his wrist and he continued onwards.
"Do I not please you, milady?" Mamoru asked nonchalantly, grabbing at handfuls of feathers, groaning as he sank
back into her tight ass.
"Please..." She begged, tears appearing. "Do not be so cruel..." She cried out as he pulled out another handful. She
started to struggle, but the chains that held her were firm. They wouldn't let her go. "Please, Akuma!" She cried out
again.
Blood ran down her back and disappeared where he was still joined to her. Only a handful of feathers remained on
her beautiful back.
"You were the one that ripped away her angel wings, my precious one. You were the one that destroyed her." With
one last thrust, he emptied himself in her, ripping out the last of her wings. "You should be the one that suffers." He
pulled out of her and pumped his wings. Shadows ran over his body until he was fully clothed, "Be the wretched
mortal that you made her to be." The chains released, she fell onto the cold ground with a slump, a pool of blood
gathered around her as pure white snow began to fall.
He flew high above the city of Tokyo. He remembered. The world was his playground. Hell was his domain. And
Serenity was his everything. They took her away from him. They all did. Now they will all pay.
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This was the way the world spins. She sat by the fountain, a few fingers dipped into the icy water. Like water...
where is he? He was never this late... she rose and walked to the gates, turning around when she felt a hand on
her shoulder. It was a reflex. No one was behind her. There never was. "What is it, Father?"
"He will not come." A voice boomed around her, inside her head.
"Yes he will." She refused to believe otherwise. "He promised me that he would."
"He fell from grace to be with another." Her Father was relentless. In truth, He was in pain. His first had fallen,
ensnared by Lucifer. The cycle began anew.
She turned back towards the gate, "He didn't fall. 'Twas You who pushed him off." She said bitterly. " 'Twas You who
tempted him. 'Twas You who painted my likeness on that wretched mortal." With each accusation her voice grew
louder, "'Twas You who played with with his mind. 'Twas You who condemned him!" She shrieked.
He replied calmly, "If he had loved you, then he would not have fallen for a false image."
"Thou shalt make false idols..." She thought bitterly. "Enough!" She shrieked. "I am ready to be reborn."
"Serenity..."
"There is no good or evil, Father. There is only power. Was that not what You had said once? He came here with me,
but You drove him out once more, because You couldn't bear to see your failure. Your weak link." She crossed
through the gates and gasped with surprise. It didn't hurt like she had thought it would...
"Poor Serenity..." A voice tsked, "Your lover left you and you, yourself, are cast forth from Heaven..."
"He didn't leave me!" Anger welled up inside, "Show yourself!" Pain slowly attacked her and she realized that her
feathers were falling... no! They were being plucked! "No!" She dropped down to one knee as the pain consumed
her, feather after feather fell. She tried to move away from the invisible force that was torturing her, but she
couldn't. All she could do was watch as her feathers fall. "Why?" She asked hoarsely, slowly losing consciousness.
"Because he chose you."
Usagi woke up with an odd ache on her shoulder blades. "Damn dreams." She muttered, rubbing her shoulders to
alleviate the pain. It was still night. She had fallen asleep doing her homework, "Damn homework!" She growled,
stretching. Getting up, she started to go and get a drink of water when she stumbled upon a black cat. "Hey!" She
exclaimed, bending down, "You're the little kitty I saved. How'd you get here?" She scratched its chin, "Aren't you
just precious?" She grinned when it rubbed its head towards her, purring, "Betcha' want some milk." Usagi laughed,
"Come along then." She led the way to the kitchen and poured a saucer of milk for the black cat. "You're so pretty..."
She cooed, watching as the cat lapped it up. When it finished, she scooped it up and stroked its fur, "So soft too... I
think I'll keep you..."
Walking upstairs, she deposited the cat on her bed and sat near the window, "Everything's changing..." She sighed,
then looked over to the cat purring on her bed and laughed, "But what do you know? You're just a cat." She reached
over to scoop it into her arms when a bright light blinded her, "What in the world...?" Her eyes widened as she
scrambled back on her bed. A blue creature stood in front of her, "What are you?" She asked, her eyes darting over
to the door, trying to figure out the best way to escape.
"Energy..." It hissed, orange vine-like things appeared from its back and made its way to Usagi who managed to
dodge it.
"Leap through the window!" A voice screamed to her. Without looking who yelled to her, Usagi did as she was told,
jumping out her window and landed on one knee, wincing when she stood. "Follow me!" Usagi looked around and
grew hysteric when she saw the cat hissing at her, its mouth moving, "Follow me!" It said again, this time running
towards the park. Usagi took one look back and started running, she'll figure this out later. The creature, by this
time, had stopped following and Usagi slumped down against a tree. The black cat stood in front of her, "I didn't
want to do this..." It cursed, "But it seemed like I have no choice..."
Usagi gasped as an onslaught of memories ripped through her. She was the Moon Princess of the Silver Millennium,
daughter of Queen Serenity... and... her father... an obscure person... Her eyes closed and she groaned, pain
ripping through her as she tried to remember her father. Her eyes flew open and her breathing grew labored.
Pounding at her head, she looked at the cat before her. "I didn't want to remember, Luna." She whispered, "But it
seemed that I never have any choice." She called to her brooch, "Moon Crystal Power! Make-up!"
There was no fight. She ran to the creature and with all her contempt, she destroyed it. No burst of light. No strange
splattering. No dust. Just total annihilation.
They went back to the house and Usagi unhooked the brooch from her bow, transforming back to her regular self
before collapsing onto her bed. "I'm sorry..." Luna whispered to the crying Usagi. "I had no choice..."
"There never was a choice, Luna." Usagi sobbed, there were memories in her mind. Memories that Luna knew
nothing about. "This is my destiny..." A fresh wave of tears soared over her, "My FATE." She spat the word out,
"Nothing was ever my choice!" She curled up into a small ball before continuing, "The world is mine to protect. Mine
to rule. Mine to... to..." Tears rendered her speechless and Luna could do nothing but look on, her own eyes
glistening with tears. 'Mine to keep alive.'
"I'm sorry..."
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Whoo! Well, I'm trying not to confuse you guys too much and school is coming in two weeks! Can you believe it?? I'm
going to be a Senior! Go Class of 2004! We ROCK! '^_^'
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this story and if you don't... oh well. I'm writing this for myself. Not for you... not
that your opinion doesn't matter. It does. I'm just not going to let it get to me like before. Review or not, up to you.