Long ago, there was a meeting between immortals to decide the fate of two young children. It was a somber occasion. For the children were dead.
"So where does this little beauty go?" asks a black-winged female.
"His heart is troubled with fear and guilt. He is quite sad," says an old man dressed in white.
"We cannot accept guilt in our ranks," says a gold-crowned specter. "Whatever guilt he feels he must suffer through himself."
"His guilt is not deserved!" retorts a young maiden.
"Still," replies the specter, "Until he frees himself, our hands are tied."
"Oh, but that's so mean!" mocks a red-eyed ghost.
"Then into the pits of hell he shall go," decrees the scribe, inking in a single name in black: Fai.
"And what of this other? He is so angry. Surely he is ours!" says a black-winged female.
"No, anger is not a sin. His heart is pure," says the old man.
"Then up into heaven he shall soar," decrees the scribe, inking in a single name in gold: Kurogane.
But none of the immortals in attendance could ever have foreseen what happened next… except maybe a child who merely stood and said nothing, only waited.
It is said that those who die at the same time and are judged together, develop an inexplicable bond. Perhaps because their souls were so raw and fresh, they clung to each other desperately.
As many children often did, the two would visit the fabled Bridge and marvel at what was on the other side. Through their kindred bond they found a way to meet and talk and play, as mortal children would.
Even as they grew into a demon and an angel, still they met and talked and fell in love.
It was the fiercest of loves imaginable. Each proving time and again how far they would go for the other. So the council of immortals met again.
"They seek the promised day," says the old man.
"How foolish! It's only a day!" mocks the red-eyed ghost.
"We cannot have them in our ranks if all they care about is each other!" asserts the fiery warrior.
"I'd hate to agree, but they do not care about their duties," says the maiden shyly.
"Preposterous, if that were true it would have been impossible for them to advance!" shouts the gold-crowned specter.
"It is not impossible. Such is the strength of their Love," says the black-winged female.
"What should we do?"
"How do we proceed?"
"What is the just course of action?"
"Imprison them!"
"Deny them!"
"Erase them!"
There was confusion in the court the likes of which had never been witnessed since the dawn of the First Divide.
The child stood calmly and all were quieted by the child's mere presence. "They shall have their day on earth and a thousand days hereafter. They will walk the earth as mortals and fulfill their love as they wish."
"But what of their souls? One is still riddled with guilt and the other is lost in silent fury," wonders the old man.
"They shall have their mortal time to resolve their differences, alone or together. A thousand times they will live and a thousand times they will die, until they are at peace."
The black-winged female grins suggestively, "I do not think it will take that long!"
They all laugh softly with genuine mirth. How long it had been since they'd all experienced something so new and curious!
The child smiles and continues. "Once they are free they shall join us here forever, as stars entwined together."
And so was the story of the wondrous love between an angel and a demon. Love proving time and again the unity of existence.
Thus, the lives of Kurogane and Fai began.
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A/N: I chose to go with something completely different with this ending. I hope you enjoyed it :) Please tell me what you think!
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