Not yet AlexJP but now I am doing ShoichiAya...
anyway, have some backstory.
Alex closed the door to his room. Yes, death gods do live in a room. His apartment was comfortable if not cold. The abandoned hotel provides enough comfort for a death being to sleep in. Everyone needs rest and death gods are not exempted of exhaustion. He turned on the broken tap and brushed his hair. Old habits die hard they said. He remember not how he became a death god but he remembered a mission to do so. He took a glance at his wrist where the name "Erebus" was tattooed on. It was solid proof he was a death god.
"I needed explanation." a voice came to him.
Alex smiled.
"I am quite sure you knew why I took that feather from you. I needed to see it myself." he said.
JP scoffed. "Of course." Alex always prioritize his missions over him. This was a part of him that JP both likes and hates so much.
"I will make it up to you." he said wrapping his arms around the small child.
JP looked up to give him a kiss. "Promise?"
"Yes."
Shoichi drove far. Away from the residential and the city he came to the lighthouse which he remembered very clearly. This is where he first decided to end his life. It took him several weeks to actually hang himself in his own house, but here was the place that paused him from doing so. This is the place he met Aya.
What are you doing ?
Uhm.. I was just...uhh…
You need to go back to the office. Your work is not yet done young man!
But I-It will not matter…
Then there is a phone call from Azuko's school.
Daddy ? Are you picking me up soon ? Are you late ?
Y-yes… s-sorry sweetheart. I will be a bit late. Can you wait for me ?
Yes daddy. I got a good score today.
That is great! I am so proud of you!
Shoichi turned around to see the lady dissapear from his eyes. When he finally killed himself, he met her again. She was dissapointed.
I chose you… but now I cannot turn back on my words. I believed you were kind and gentle. You were stronger than this...but…
He remembered meeting his wife then. She was screaming in anger at him. He was beaten up that instant and tears were flowing through her face.
She. Is. Sick. How can you leave her parentless and alone ?!
...but I missed you...so much…
Shoichi would never look at his wife's face again. Not when he took the angel's trial test and became an angel, not when he was accused of murder of a fellow angel and not especially when he fell deeper and became what he is now.
"You know what you were doing is wrong and criminals shall be executed." An angel flew through him and materialized herself. It was archangel Aya.
"Aya. I need your help." he said.
Aya pulled out her gun and aimed them to his chest. "There will be no assistance offered to the likes of you."
"Aya…" he begged.
"Shoichi what became of you now has no connection to the past. The angel I knew as my apprentice is dead." She fired her gun inches away from his neck. Shoichi took a step closer to her, unafraid.
"Aya my daughter is dying. I need to get angel's wings before she dies. I cannot lose her. I do not want to kill you...please." he begged once more.
Aya flew to his side. She sighed. "If I gave you both of my wings, will you stop killing the angels for a while ? I will buy time for you until I can take this case to the court."
"I promise." he said.
"You will come to court when I asked you." Aya reinstated.
"Yes…" he said impatently.
"I will take your words in the law of the death gods!" Alex chuckled. "You cannot break your promise now."
Shoichi growled. He materialized his lance and readied himself to kill him.
"Shoichi. Stop." Aya said softly. She thanked Alex and he went off.
"Now, Shoichi. Please be gentle." She whispered.
Shoichi took Aya back to his house. They said no word on the way home. He instructed her to go inside his room.
She knew where his room was. It has never changed. She watched over him even before he was an angel. She chose him for his kindness and dedication. She saw when he hanged himself in his own room and unable to do anything about it. His soul was dark when it was reaped, but hope grows so fast inside him.
She was wrong to assume it was hope. He was driven by despair more than anything. He wanted something to anchor his life to. He needed a reason to still be what he is. The demons took advantage of this weakness and poisoned his mind.
If you give some of your wings to her, she will live longer…
You cannot give your wings all the time. You will be weakened… and she will eventually die… you need more wings…
Ahahaha. You just killed your own kin. For what ? Your precious little daughter. Let me tell you a secret, you can be one of us instead! All you need to do is to consume a human soul…
"Aya?" Shoichi snapped her from her trance. She was looking at a sleeping Azuko.
"My room is on the other side." he said calmly. As if Aya losing her way is a common occurance for him.
Aya promptly followed him.
His room was almost as she remembered years ago. It was as if the demon didn't touch anything from it. As if he had never changed. His desk was still filled with photographs of himself and his daughter. Added new ones now with himself without a trace of smile in his face. There are dirty laundry in the laundry basket and a bag filled with rolled up money.
"You haven't change your lifestyle at all…" she said.
Shoichi scoffed. "My sex toys are under the bed if that is what you are looking for."
Aya frowned. She laid on his bed sighing. How can someone like him turn and fell so bad ? She still cannot see it.
Shoichi pulled out a sword from his bag. It looked like a broadsword with three different edges. It used to belonged to Fiora. Aya noted how he actually took it with him.
"This is.. the sword I used for my first kill." he said softly. "I will use it to cut off your wings."
Aya flinched. She extended her wings, revealing three pair of them. Shoichi looked at them in awe, almost hopeful. "Please don't make it hurt so much…"
Shoichi nodded. "I know how to lessen the pain."
He pulled out bandages from his bag, needles, and ointments. From his pocket, he pulled out a bag of pills which he opened and took into his mouth.
He pulled Aya into a kiss, forcing her to swallow the pills. In a few moments, she felt her thoughts clouded in a thick fog. She felt unbelieavably light, almost happy. She could not help but smile at Shoichi. "Wh..What is this ?" she grinned.
"Something that will take you off the pain." he kissed her neck. Aya gasped and her smile widened. "Shoichi… don't misbehave… okay ?"
Shoichi nodded. "I'm glad you felt fine." he pinned her on the bed, her face facing the pillow. He pulled his sword towards the first wing before she moaned.
"Shoichi naughty…"
"Aya please." he muttered. Even though he was good at self control, Aya was making it really hard for him to concentrate.
"Shoichi gives me weird stuff…"
"Aya...this will hurt." He said.
In a swift clean movement, he cut off one of her wings. She let out a blood curling scream which Shoichi quickly choke the life out of her. Then a second one, a third. Blood splashed allover his face and he welcomed them in euphoria. He could just taste her in his lips. He wanted more of her fear.
No… no. Focus Shoichi.
He pulled out a needle and stabbed it where the blood was pooling the most. Another needle on a different wing. He stabbed them repeatedly until it stopped. He bandaged her quickly with trained fingers. He used his bedsheets to wipe off the excess of bleeding. His hands were shaking. Not knowing whether it is from excitement or fear when he saw his own bloody hands. He couldn't stop himself from licking the blood off his hands.
Shoichi's red eyed glowed. He felt an unusual thirst and not the usual bodily lust he felt. He wanted to take more of her blood. Shoichi crawled to her neck and kissed them gently. He could hear her low breathing and her pulse. She seemes very human for an angel at this moment.
He opened his mouth to bite her neck but he felt his stomach curled in disgust. He ran quickly outside towards the bathroom and emptied his stomach on the sink. It was blood. Everything was blood. He knew half of those blood was not what he ate.
"...Dad?"
Shoichi eyes widened
He turned around to see Azuko, pale and white. She too was shocked by his father's appearance.
Not being able to form proper words, he stared at Azuko with his glowing eyes. "...Azuko…"
His daughter was unable to move for some reason. Whatever was in front of her, she was under that thing's mercy. It spoke in a deep and low voice as it touched her face. "Is… Is everything...okay ?"
Tears were welling from her eyes. She was afraid.
Shoichi seemed to be awakened from his trance. Although his form did nor change, his voice turned back to those Azuko recognize.
"It was… a dream...Azuko. Go back to… sleep…" he said.
She fainted.
Shoichi came back to his room after tucking Azuko back to her bed. He ignored the blood hand print he made when he pulled the covers. Now, he had to finish his job.
He came back to Aya to see her cut off her fourth wing on her own. It was a sloppy job but she was smiling.
Shoichi began to think he gave her too much drugs.