#righteousxavenger

[clumsyangel]

The Beginning.

@righteousxavenger

Why... why would they try to kill me? After all these years... why now?

The angel is trying to catch her breath, trying to process exactly... what had happened.

She closes her eyes. The wind rushing through her hair. Water droplets from clouds kiss her cheeks. A gentle light graces the atmosphere. It’s dusk.

This... is nice?

She smiles gently.

Huh... so... this is what Aster feels like. The air. The wind. It’s... warm...

Then, suddenly...

“W-WAIT...”

About time it hit her. She’s... literally falling through the sky like a freaking sky diver... but WORSE.

“I’m... FALLING?!” she yells out into oblivion. “I’M FALLING!!!!!!!”

She flails her arms around in complete distress. 

“Wait a second... I can fly!!!”

She outstretches her wings, flapping them desperately. 

“... Maybe not.”

It’s no surprise, she hasn’t used her wings in years. She just isn’t strong enough.

She sees what she can only assume is... the surface of Aster? A bunch of rocks spread throughout a huge plot of land forming some semblance of what seemed to be a castle... or, was a castle. Wait, the... surface?

Uh oh.

Darkness.

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“Ughh...”

Ouch! Grounds aren’t very comfy. Duly noted...

She feels something wet on her head. Her right wing feels... broken.

She opens her eyes.

[hatredcantsave]

Closed to @righteousxavenger — “Crestfallen Myths”

It was another day in the suburbs of Paris, France for Kirika. Life had been slower for her and Mireille recently, and once they had saved enough money from the usual hits here and there, they finally got their apartment fixed from it being trashed and shot up that day. That day felt like a lifetime away now for Kirika. That day changed everything, but now that everything was back to normal, it was kinda a monument of history — ignored after its erection, it only served as a place for those lost thoughts of hers to perch.

Kirika had told Mireille that she was going out for a bit, since they had a job later that night. Someone’s wife was tired of the abuse she suffered from her husband, so she called Noir. The young teen kind of sympathizes with motives like that. It’s not easy these days for people trapped in these cages. Sometimes unlocking the cage needs a chainsaw to grind the bars open. But, for now, Kirika walked the banks of the River Seine, breathing in the fresh air and enjoying the sights she’s become quite used to by now. However, the young assassin notices that she never becomes less fond of these places. In fact, some of them have grown on her more. As she takes the time to stop and breathe in some more air, she feels a presence nearby. Stopping, Kirika swivels her head over her shoulder to see a rather weirdly dressed person behind her. A trench coat in July on a sunny day in Paris wasn’t exactly comfortable.

The butt of her Beretta M1934 stuck out of the back pocket of her denim jeans as she simply stared at the guy’s outfit. She’s always preferred skirts and her white hoodie, but it was a little too hot today for the hoodie, so she stuck with some new jeans and her sleeveless button up shirt. She had no idea why someone would subject themselves to such torture, wearing a heavy coat like that. Maybe it was this new fad she kept hearing about that resurfaced every year around this time…Cosplay, was it? In any case, it was hard for her to understand why anyone would dress that way. So, she simply kept quiet and kept staring.

[clumsyangel]

@righteousxavenger

“... Dusk?” he utters- his voice soft for once.

He’s a little unsure of how to react at first. Dusk was always a little eccentric, but she had never completely ever forgotten him at any point. Their journey throughout the Holy countryside of Gaustre was turning out to be rather fruitful.

Kaspar smiled slightly- soft to match the tone of his voice. He stuffed the hand that was just poking her into his right pocket and he chuckled.

“Are you alright? We have to get goin’ to the next town, or else those hunters are gonna catch up with us, remember...?“

He kicked the remnants of a fire that they were sleeping by. Their sleeping bags were all wrapped up, ready for transport. Last he checked, they had enough food for another day. They’d have to get supplies at the next town...

Kaspar let out a sigh. What a pain...

Dusk comes to her senses.

Did I... just space out or something? I just... completely forgot where I was. Weird.

She rubs her eyes and looks up at Kaspar quickly packing up their things. He moves so quickly. WE move so quickly. I wish... our journey never had to end.

“U-Um sorry, Mr. Kaspar! I must’ve spaced out or something... haha,” she smiles weakly at Kaspar. He’s not really paying much attention to her as he scurries around packing their things, the smell of firewood, leather, and warm cinnamon being wafted in her direction. She finds herself becoming almost hypnotized. His smell overwhelms her senses. He... he is....

“Uh... oh! I’m sorry Mr. Kaspar! I’ll... help out! I’m sorry!” her wings flutter a bit, barely lifting her up from the warmth of her sleeping bag, her bare feet landing lightly on the cold earth. “We’ve gotta make sure those pesky hunters don’t get in our way! Good thing I made some muffins last night so we have a nice breakfast for the road!” she smiles widely, pulling two large cranberry muffins out of her sleeping bag before proceeding to roll up her sleeping bag.

[clumsyangel]

@righteousxavenger

It's been years... no, months... weeks?

She's not sure.

She's not even sure what time of day it is, or... really, how she got into this situation. It's all cloudy.

All she knows is that she is tired, her eyes crusted with dried blood soaked up by a blindfold. Her body is frail and weak, her wings have gone numb from the burning of silver on her otherworldly flesh. An insatiable thirst has taken her over.

But even still, she still prays and hopes that he will come for her.

Her light and purity has been almost drained completely. She can feel it. She knows the destruction of her light and how it must be completely enveloping Aster and it's people by now. The suffering she has caused. She cries thinking of it, but her body can't even produce one single tear.

"Oh, my sweet Dusk... you've done so well..." a menacing voice pierces through an otherwise silent void.

"The process is almost complete. You really are such a good little Angel... just like your Mother. How does it feel to fulfill your purpose as a Chosen of Light?"

Silence.

Then, the sound of hand against flesh radiates the air. He slaps her cheek, but she doesn't even wince.

"ANSWER ME WHEN SPOKEN TO, PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN ANGEL... I know you're helplessly waiting for that pathetic half Blackened Angel, but he's not coming... he doesn't love you. So give it up."

To be frank, she wants to respond just so she doesn't get slapped like that again, but she just... doesn't have the energy to spare.

"Tch..."

She hears him walk away from her, until suddenly... she hears the sound of a door open. The footsteps stop.

"Oh..." the devilish voice rings, a tinge of surprise, "So I guess you did find your way to Heaven's Door after all... "

Dusk raises her head slightly. A familiar presence. It... can't be.

"Kaspar...?"

[clumsyangel]

feathers a kiss upon her forehead, gently cupping the side of her neck with a loving grip. There's a smile on his face. His crimson eyes twinkle so bright you could almost swear that they were glistening pink. "I love you, Dusky," he whispers. "Morning, sleepyhead."

Stirring, the Angelic gradually rises from her sleep, his cooling, gentle touch beckoning her from dreamland. She always found herself sleeping better with him there. But Kaspar was the King of Hell and naturally rose with the moon— his to-do list was neverending and seemingly getting longer by each passing minute. However, thanks to Hell's modern technology, he was able to do most of his work remotely, even if that did require him to yell at Sin over FaceTime. Even still, they were together, and thanks to the technology, they were able to stay in their little apartment together. He couldn't bare to let her be alone, anyway. Not while she was still technically recovering.

"Mmmm..." her eyes flutter open, but only the change in brightness is to be seen. She's better now, the cuts and lacerations that once plastered her body are healed, her body once again nourished and strong, her angelic charm fully restored. It was just her eyes that served as a reminder of what happened. Luckily, she was used to it now, and navigating their little apartment was easy.

"What are you doing up, Mister?? The sun is almost up, you should be asleep!" she slowly sits herself up in bed, erupting from the cocoon of warmth. He was usually asleep by the time she woke, but it was usually only for an hour or two. Being half Devil, he rarely needed to sleep. Dusk, on the other hand, was still technically recovering from passed events, so she found herself sleeping about five hours daily— a lot for an Angelic.

She rubs her eyes of sleepiness, peering up at him. His figure is blurry, but she knows he's there, and she smiles. Her hair is messy and feathers are out of place, but she's charming, and beautiful as ever.

"I love you too, Kaspar... K-Kaspar!!" her eyes shoot open, her face turns to stone.

"W-We... t-today is the day, isn't it???" she stammers, lunging forward to grip at his chest.

"T-The ceremony to make us King and Queen... we're getting married today!"

[clumsyangel]

Hopelessness.

@righteousxavenger

It’s been a week. 

Seven days... possibly?

She’s honestly not sure, nor... does she even care anymore.

It’s cold... the light is so bright she can’t even open her eyes without feeling searing pain throughout her head.

The air tastes like a doctor’s office.

She takes a deep breath. The position her body is in, and has been in for seven days now is excruciating. Her leg hasn’t healed. Her wing hasn’t, either.

Ugh... wings.

She winces at the thought.

Her wings are pinned on to a wall of sorts with two swords. From the way they burn her flesh, she can only assumed they are Holy silvered blades.

Her arms are tied up in some contraption used to siphon her powers. She hasn’t actually seen what they look like since... she hasn’t dared to open her eyes in a week.

I’m... so hungry. So thirsty...

A tear makes it’s way down her cheek, only for it almost instantly evaporate from the light.

Kaspar........ Marvin....... Kaspar................

She starts to cry.

Thinking of their times together give her a combination of solace and soul-crushing heartbreak.

The sound of a door opens, shaking the entire place.

“Hello, Chosen of Light. Good day to you,” a slimy voice pierces the atmosphere.

Father Fate.

“Tsk tsk... crying again? It’s been days, Child. He’s not going to save you. You’re wasting your precious energy. Besides,” he grimaces. “You’re an angel, you know... I know how desperately you want to be a human, but face the facts, little Dusk: you’re NOT.”

Dusk trembles. She can hear his footsteps getting closer.

“You’ll always be a soulless angel, so drop the act,”

He grabs her chin aggressively. Ice cold. Dusk whimpers.

“Tsk, tsk... it looks like your eyes are burning...”

Little did she know, golden blood drops surrounded her eye sockets.

“Here you go,” he says in a condescending tone, tying what felt like a blind fold around her head.

Darkness. For the first time in what felt like an eternity.

“You better be grateful, you know,” he snickers. “Anyway, yeash... you’re looking a bit frail... I’d give you some food, but unfortunately for you, we don’t have any. Good thing you seem to be living without it...” he chuckles, then whispers right into her ear, “Just barely.”

He takes a few steps back from her.

“Alrighty, Chosen... I have much to do, but just wanted to check up on you before we take some more of your special Chosen magic out of you... make sure you can handle it and all,” he walks near the door, then stops abruptly in his tracks.

“Oh... I almost forgot... did you like that little surprise I had for you back on Aster?” he laughs. “I knew saving her corpse would come in handy... seems like that little puppet did quite the trick to make you... vulnerable.”

Dusk gasps.

N-No... it... wasn’t actually her? W-What?

Father Fate laughs maliciously. 

“Oh, dear, you really are so stupid. Anyway, prepare for the next siphon. Thank you for doing your duties as the Chosen so... willingly,” he cackles. 

“Bye for now, Dusky...”

Dusky?

Excruciating pain fills her body. The hall echoes with Dusk’s screams as light is sucked out from her body.

Kaspar... help.