My Little Damned Angel

:*:My Little Damned Angel:*:

.:Prologue:.

What would it be like to run my fingers through your hair?
Not those friendly pats I\'d give you as your \'big bro\', but really running them. Absorbing every curve of your skull, feeling the tiny veins just under the skin pumping that red, red blood all over...

I still don\'t know how you suddenly erupted into the, for lack of better words, prodigially problematic adolescent that you are now. The adolescent that makes me feel the weight of my years, the weight of my so-called sins, and the weight of the fact that I could never really feel true guilt nor anguish over them.

Setsuna started out simply enough.
Another reborn of the one angel I could never get enough of.

Born into a crumbling family, with a tragic, sinful love that was, ironically enough, designed beforehand by the very heavens that was to condemn him for it. Perhaps I should actually thank Sevothtarte for this inconvenience, which, as a \'twist of fate,\' led to the eventual intoxication on my half. The boy who would unwittingly invoke such feelings in me, renown Lord of the Underworld, Spirit of the Terrible Nanatsusaya, was an entity himself, of course, now that I think of it. He was the only reincarnation in centuries to have a totally different soul that was completely independent of Alexiel.

According to my memories before I recovered my identity, this has only occured once before, although even that particular reincarnation had, before her tragic, untimely death, given way to Alexiel who had wanted to express her gratitude to the person that had intervened with \'fate\' for her. Her cryptic words \'... so it is you that had saved me from my designed fate...\' had awoken myself, and the more humane mask I had acquired cracked for the first time. It was then I felt the first pangs of yearning, however slight, towards something that had been denied me from the very beginning.

That lifetime, Alexiel had been in Japan, a low-level geisha who was at the mercy of a young lordling. A young samurai had fallen in love with her. Finally reaching the stage where neither could hold back any more, the two decided to elope. And of course, in accordance with Alexiel\'s punishment, this led to the inevitable.

My first reaction had been puzzlement. I had taken over the young samurai\'s body before his death with the vow to get to Alexiel before the guards they had been fleeing from did. As I set about to carrying out the wishes of her lover, the geisha revealed to me a little of her short, tragic, but unmistakably human life. She was smart enough to understand that whatever they had been trying to do had been futile. That all their secret trysts had been tolerated as something to keep her busy in the lord\'s absence. She had loved the boy to the extent that she would willingly go to her death just to act along with the boy. Perhaps, to the extent that his whims and jealous rages, all caused out of the inexperienced, bumbling love of youth that is all the more intense for it, became her own. I would never know.

But I couldn\'t help but wonder what strength had bound them together so. Even as a blind rage overtook me, even as I killed the pursuers one by one, revelling in their blood as I had always done, even as I held her cold body after it was all finished, I couldn\'t help but wonder at it all. What drove these humans to be so strong? What drove them, in their short, weak existences to hold such strength, such might that would even touch my own heart?

I regained my memories of what I had been before being confined to a sword, before Alexiel had been banished from Heaven.

Then I met you.




Told ya, R/R