A/N – Oh, boy… I could tell there's a lot of questions plus yelling at me about this one…. There's nothing much to say except I've been so lazy to care about this fic but thanks to a review I receive from Jebli, who gave me the much needed for a kick in the ass, I've finally decide to update this story! Now I don't want to much but this is very important that regards this story:

IF I DON'T HAVE MANY REVIEWS UNLIKE FOR BLACK FALL PARADISE, I WILL ENTIRELY STOP THIS STORY!

No… I'm not forcing you guys for a bunch of reviews…. It's just that ever since KHR is over, I lost all the determination to continue this fic…. I couldn't accept the ending to be honest but when I reread all your kind reviews and how much you guys said that my story is interesting even though it's completely AU, none of you gave me a flame! And for that I'm greatly grateful! So since I don't want to leave you guys hanging, I decide to made this my last chapter but if I receive some reviews, I will try my very best to continue on with this story!

Oh also, since I no longer have a Beta Reader, my story is full or grammar errors as ever! So sorry about that!

Anyway, enjoy this chapter!

ShyTyrant does not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Once upon a time, a Fallen Angel
Left her wings and her life in the hands of the devil
The Secret Black vow she made for her love
Would turn into something that she'd never dreamed of

CHAPTER 32

Many thousand years before….

Somewhere in deep in a thick forest beyond any infiltration of men where wild animals roams free and trees were so high up that it was arduous for the sunshine to bask the ground due to the large, canopy-like leaves, an unearthly entity disturbed the calmness of the forest. The entity's presence was weak but it fiercely radiates fear and malign; making all the animals wandered far away from the entity. Not to mention the stench of blood was so strong that it one could imagine that a giant beast was slain somewhere in the forest. The mysterious entity was actually a lonely woman that was sitting listlessly on a tall and fairly ancient tree. Nearly all her bones were broken or crushed, her clothes were very badly torn apart as if she had just stumbled out of a war (Consider who her opponent was, it might as well be), her injuries were beyond healing and if one would approach her, you could see her ribcage from underneath her left breast due to how deep the bloodied gush is. Her appearance weren't any better; her once luscious, jet black hair was disheveled, there were various cuts and visible purple bruises decorate her face and her entire body was caked with her own blood. Moving her body was beyond impossible in her pitiful condition. The only thing she could was blinking her cold black eyes and tilted her head a tiny bit – even that small feat gave her a powerful and painful jolt throughout her entire body. Pure agony raked her limp frame. The woman could feel her heart began to beat slowly as she panted heavily while one word occupies her hazy mind – death.

She is a being who believe that pain symbolize not only death but also life. After all, one couldn't truly meant being so healthy and alive without feeling a little pain. She also believe that once one felt nothing after being in so much pain means that the individual is ready to receive life's final benediction – death's sweet embrace. Mortals view that gift as curse but being an entity that was created by the bane of the world, death means nothing to her. The rules of universe had stated that death cannot touch any immortals which mean that those special creatures are trap in a limbo of their own – unable to die or live like normal creatures. Which is why death never fazes her or to the other immortals.

Her ethereal battle against Rozalin – one of her fierce enemies – had taken a deadly toll on not just her body but her weary soul as well. The fight was more savage than her last one against Dawn where the incarnation of time had managed to escape just as she was about to ripped the spine from her back. It was degradation to think that she had been fatally wounded now. The pale woman console herself with the fact that neither of them had won in the end. Rozalin had teleported away when she viciously broke the blonde left arm. Feeling neither proud or disappointed from the result of the battle, the fallen queen miraculously managed to dragged herself into the forest; searching for a suitable place to breathe her last breath… for now.

She will undoubtedly return to this world in another century or so anyway; just like the rest of her enemies. The woman blink her vivacious onyx eyes once, she had been staring at the blood stained ground for several hours now, unmoving. Feeling nothing but emptiness and deep apathy over everything, even herself. Somewhere between those lies a faint longing for salvation and acceptance. She hated feeling those meaningless emotions – it always happen whenever she was about to sleep again. What a pathetic joke. She was born as the most vile and cruelest monster that had ever cursed this world and will forever be one. Why does she feel the need to be accepted? Her once sleek, black leather wings were now to heavy and broken to fly and lay paralyze behind her. So here she is, broken, weak, and ready to meet her end yet again. 'At least this time I'm at a much better place to sleep than before…' She thought without humour. At that time her mind was getting heavier and she let out a small yawn. She felt a thick blanket of sleepiness is about to overwhelm and she had prepared to welcome it with open arms but…. Alas, something suddenly prevents the woman from doing so.

Eyelids that were too heavy to open any wider, she could hazily see white feathers had suddenly surrounded the woman like delicate snow crystal is falling upon her. An all too familiar presence was standing infront her, that much was obvious to her. She didn't have to look up to know who it is; it was her archenemy. The immortal that was create with a sole purpose to act as her bane. She curse silently; she was hoping to have a gentle death for once but it seems that the world won't even give her the simplest mercy. Straining to ignore the pain screaming at her, the woman struggle to face her archenemy. If she were to die by his hands then so be it. The queen will stare at him straight in the eyes to prove to him that she is not afraid. Though she was feeling bitter now; death by his hands is the most humiliating thing to her. But she has no right to hiss about it now since she could barely lift her hands at him.

Now, her archenemy is actually an angel with six pure white seraph wings that unfurl wide open. He had deep ebony hair that was similar to her but clear violet hues. He stood infront of the weak woman regally and silently. Just by his mere presence causes her even more in agony. She hated this man from the moment their eyes stare at each other which result in their blades crashing against one another. It was simply natural for them to hate each other. Neither of them needed a reason to kill one another. She was always the one to listen to her instinct and her instinct always told her to rip his head off with her bare hands and she was never the one to deny her instinct. She would fight him now if it weren't for her inability to move. After all, she exist to fight, kill, destroy and to corrupt everything. A demon fueled with an undying thirst for blood and violence and the angel infront of her represent everything that she was not.

The duo was having their infamous staring contest again – quietly waiting for a first act but the angel had made the queen completely flabbergasted when the man infront of her suddenly smile. It was a kind and warm smile that sicken her to the core. 'Why the hell is he smiling!? He should just finish her off now!' Unaware of the woman inner turmoil, he slowly lower herself as not to startle the bloodied woman, placed a hand on his knee whilst the other was extended to her, all the while smiling serenely. She couldn't help but tense up. 'What is this? A trap to lower my guard'. The woman was so startle that she went mute and didn't know how to act. The man continues to patiently reach out to her, his smile never faltering. This will be one of those rare moments that she requires to use her brain for once to comprehend the situation that she was in. She couldn't sense any sort of killing intent in him. But then again, he is the only being that she couldn't figure out.

Sad, wounded angel suffering in the dark
Worrying she was alone in that city
Suddenly, someone helped the frightened angel
The most beautiful girl the Angel had seen

"…Don't be afraid…." He whispers softly, deciding that it's best to speak to the dangerous woman in order to receive any sort of reaction from her. "…All will be fine…"

The woman widen her black hues in disbelieve, for once the pain was absent. 'Is this some sort of sick joke!?' A flash of possibility appear in her mind suddenly. 'Impossible… Is he willing to help me? That is absurd! It just… can't' She ponder for a moment upon this quandary – what does she have to lose? He couldn't possibly use his flames to heal her since it's poisonous against her. So she settles the thought that once she have rested and heal enough, she'll just fight him again like they use to. With a firm resolute and a pair of midnight eyes that reflect thousands of broken glass shards, the accursed devil slowly reach out for the angel's warm and comforting hand…..

As soon as she saw the beautiful girl's eyes
A dark fate cast a spell on her heart
But this forbidden fate, one she knew too well about
Would tear the love they had all apart

A/N - So that's it for tonight! Now, I know how much you wanted to read about Angela's battle but I wanted to put some flashback in order to make the plot more thickens~ So anyway, this is a flashback between Solvestress and Dante... Don't worry... I'll uncover more if all goes well...

The song I use is Alluring Secret Black Vow... I highly recommended that you listen this song by a cover from XMaekaxSanxAlmightyX. She sang this song very beautifully and you could totally feel the emotions in them!

I choose this song because it perfectly describe a certain taboo... though the song convey about another type of relationship... I twist the song a little. If you managed to understand my story between Sol and Dante, then you can perfectly comprehend how the song fit into this. Well, I hope you guys do!

That's it for today! Hopefully I'll see you guys soon!

Sorry for the short chapter!