A/N: First fanfiction... no promises that this will even be finished, I'm a finicky person- although reviews might encourage me to continue...(; hahaa~ but I feel inspired, and my fingers want to write these words, so I might as well start. Begin:

Paradise Lost: Preface

"Kisshu,"

Hrist breathed out, her chest heaving heavy- her nose was enveloped in the stench of gritty copper. How could he do this to her?

"Hrist," golden eyes maimed her battered face, "I didn't mean for it to go this far."

Moving her arm- feeling like it wasn't even attached anymore- Hrist's hand reached to stroke Kisshu's face. Her expression was soft but her demeanor was tattered.

"I know." she blinked slowly, baring the threat that her eyes may not open again.

Kisshu sobbed without tears, leaning in to nuzzle Hrist's face. With stop motion stagger, Hrist's hand moved to bury itself within the green hair residing above her cheek.

"I never should've came to this planet." Kisshu grumbled into her skin, "-Not if it meant the death of my little angel."

"Kisshu." Hrist choked, "Don't trivialize the happiness of your people for the life of one sad little girl." And she stroked his hair.

"None of it matters anymore!" Kisshu screamed, his head shooting up from Hrist's face- slowly contorting into the demonic beast that put her in this condition- "I don't care about the restoration, or the fucking Mew Mew's, or Deep Blue! None of it matters if you can't be mine!" his fists slammed into the ground, bringing up dust.

Hrist coughed.

The world was silent save for Kisshu's labored breathing.

"I'm afraid to die, Kisshu." Please. Her eyes raided him. Wracked him for sense; tried to get him the hell out of that distorted place his mind retreated to. "Save me."

"I wish I could, little angel." The voice was still slurred and cracking. Bad sign. "But an alien to one planet is the God from another- and God provides no miracles to failures like yourself."

One last lick of oil fueled Hrist's fire- "You're so fucking bipolar." her head lolled to the side, her eyes closing. Because failures are good at giving up. "I never asked for any of this; my lord Kisshu."

Kisshu growled. "I hate humans." he slammed his fist into the ground again; dangerously close to Hrist's head this time. She didn't spare him a flinch.

"So do I." Hrist spoke softly as Kisshu lowered himself to her eyes, "We used to bond on that hatred, remember?"

Kisshu smirked wildly, his eyes flitting around all the marks on Hrist's face. "I remember." he glared, "And I'm starting to remember something else."

Hrist continued to smile. Bloodied angel. "What do you remember?"

"That you're a human too." he spat the words like venom- then summoned his dragon swords and ended it all in a fit of rage.

No one was there to hear Hrist scream.

Just Kisshu and his bleating soul.