X'ed Off Heaven's List
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of MAZICA PARTY.
Pairing: Kezuru x Cratch.
Summary:
Heaven is missing an angel.
Chapter 1
Outside of war, angels don't interact with devils, and devils don't interact with angels. That was a stone-solid rule angels and devils were expected to follow, one that had been upheld since the last great conflict between the flights of light and the legions of darkness.
But Kezuru wasn't your Garden-variety angel. He yawned at Heaven's boring uniformity, and found the white chiton uniform all angels wore severely lacking in character.
For a place claiming to be all about eternal life, Heaven was surprisingly lifeless.
The world down below – WAYYYYYYYY below – might be a flaming death pit, but there, they had free rein to do whatever the hell they pleased.
There, they had parties!
Kezuru ought to know! He defied the ordinances, going down to Hell to explore!
When he arrived, he was promptly harassed by a cacophony of revelling devils. They pushed and shoved one another to reach Kezuru, smelling the pure stuff he was made of, each eager to be the first to steal his divine light.
In Hell, they weren't strict about enforcing the "no interaction" rule. It was only in Heaven they brainwashed you into believing angels and devils could peacefully stay out of each other's affairs.
A rule devils do abide by, however, is every devil for themselves!
That was the first rule of devilry Kezuru learned.
He wasn't afraid of them. That which others would term "fear," energized Kezuru instead.
Coming here was fun.
This is where he met Cratch.
The devil displayed a childlike, impish smirk, even as he wielded magic to banish his fellow devils deeper into the rocky depths of Hell.
An angel? Cratch's pointed ears were piqued.
This was his lucky day.
"I'm Cratch."
"I'm Kezuru," Kezuru introduced himself. "'Cratch,' huh? Why do they call you that?"
"Cuz I scratch!" Cratch grabbed Kezuru's arm and scratched it with his nails. They were polished with black nail polish created from the blackest of souls in Hell's dungeons, an amusing detail Cratch imparted upon Kezuru.
"O-ow! Seriously?"
"Does that make you want to take off screaming?"
"Screaming how awesome that is, maybe! How do you get the souls into such tiny bottles of nail polish?"
"Hm-hm-hm~! You're an interesting one. I've never seen an angel up close before!"
"I know. Disappointing."
"Disappointing?"
"Heaven seriously sucks!"
"Heeeeeh? So that's what an angel is doing down here, so far from Heaven!"
Their fascination was mutual.
Despite Kezuru's low opinion of himself, Cratch was spellbound by Kezuru's feathered wings, more than ten times the size of the wee bat wings wiggling on his own back! Kezuru also had a lopsided halo to go along with the lopsided needle of pink hair floating over his scalp, and a bright set of legs extending into sandals.
Cratch's look was more provocative. He wore a corset over a ruffled shirt with see-through sleeves, black cobweb leggings spun by actual spiders that had the silk fabric ripped under his left leg, and platform boots fashioned from demon crocodile leather. White zigzagging horns formed from the white of his blue-white-yellow hair formed a crown on his head, and his short forked tail danced independently, attracting Kezuru's gaze.
"If you're looking for not boring, you've come to the right place!"
"Yeah?"
"Hell throws some pretty rad parties! I'm on my way to one, if you'd like to be my plus-one!"
"Woo! Thanks for the high-tension invitation!"
Although it'd be a piece of cake to say Heaven = day and Hell = night, the reality is they were neither. Time was meaningless in Heaven and in Hell. If you were inclined, you could delude yourself and measure time in Hell by the number of tortured screams you heard.
Over 666 tortured screams, Cratch cut Kezuru loose. Devils continued to try to poach Kezuru from him, but Cratch zapped them all away as he and Kezuru moshed to the heavy metal of Hell. This was perfectly cool with Kezuru, who drank in the loud anarchy around him to carry him off to the paradise Paradise wasn't.
Heaven was missing an angel. God didn't want him back. That was okay. Because Kezuru, he'd tasted a devil's green apple lip balm.