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The Wish of These Hands	By : maderine Category: +. to F > Angel Sanctuary Views: 2057 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Anagura
- 2-Sheol
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A/N: This is a story in two parts. The second part takes place later during vol. 11 of Angel Sanctuary when Alexiel temporarily regains control of her own body in Sheol, and confronts Kira/Nanatsusaya. Large hunks of dialogue are stolen directly from the manga, and spoilers, of course, abound.
Speaking of which, Angel Sanctuary is the property of Kaori Yuki, Hakuensha, and more recently, Tokyopop.

The world was a swirl of darkness in which there was no up or down. Setsuna floated in it, dazed and disoriented, and wondered if it was possible to die twice. It seemed hardly possible that he could have survived the chaos of the Demon Lord�s failed wedding.
Setsuna�.
The voice startled him, indistinct and seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. �Who�s there?� he called out, or thought he did. He felt as if he were muffled by a thick blanket of fog, and he could not be sure of his own body. �Who�s calling me?� He thought first of Kira, but thoughts of his friend sent an unpleasant jolt of memory through him of a cold and handsome face, shrouded in darkness and entirely too familiar.
Why did the Demon Lord look exactly like Kira-sempai?
Why? You ought to know�
No. Now that he heard it again, it couldn�t be Kira. It was low and husky, but clearly a woman�s voice. �Who are you?�
It�s all right� The time for you to wake is almost at hand, so just rest for now� This is the river Lethe. Its waters are the waters of oblivion� I will borrow its power for a little while�
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When a woman�s body rose from the river, Kira experienced a relief so profound, he nearly buckled with it, but he stood on the bank and watched Setsuna wade to shore. For the Messiah to have drowned in hell before even beginning his revolution would have been God�s cruellest joke yet. He only hoped that the body of an angel as powerful as Alexiel had protected Setsuna from the Lethe�s insidious effects. Drenched from head to toe, Alexiel�s long hair was streaming, and her gown clung to her wet skin. Hiking up the dripping hems that wanted to stick to Alexiel�s legs, Setsuna stepped onto the sandy bank, but the measuring gaze he gave Kira then was strange. �What is it?� he said. �Don�t tell me that you fail to recognise me� As cold as ever, I see, Nanatsusaya.�
At Kira�s look of shock, Setsuna gave him a smile that was uncharacteristically hard-edged. �No� by now you should have begun to gradually remember� And so, lusting for the truth, you came down to this land. To discover the truth of your identity, who your soul belonged to before you were reborn as Nanatsusaya?�
Kira�s eyes narrowed. He took a step back, and his hand strayed unconsciously to the hilt of Shiranui. This wasn�t Setsuna, easygoing and straightforward, and so unalienably human even in angelic form. This woman� was something else entirely.
Setsuna uttered a throaty woman�s laugh which, coming from Alexiel�s lips, made Kira shiver. �What�s the matter? Didn�t you always want to touch my hair?�
If had a body of my own, if I had arms I would hold you with them� I would touch your beautiful hair.
Kira�s mouth opened to reply, but no sound came out. The sight of this woman, the sound of her struck him utterly dumb. It couldn�t be� Alexiel!
She stalked towards him one slow step at a time, her small feet leaving deep and precise imprints in the damp sand of the riverbank. �Well, you have it now, don�t you? Your own body� a pair of hands to embrace me with�� She was all but embracing him now. Scant inches separated them. Her delicate hands curled around the collar of his coat, and tightened into fists. �Or would you still have me live my life as a goddess of war like in the olden days? Even though I would have been perfectly happy just to be an ordinary woman��

Kira thought: you could never be that. When he spoke, his voice was a shadow of itself. �Whatever you�re talking about, I don�t understand any of it� I�m just a lost soul living in a sword.� And it was truer than he liked to think. After eleven years, his time as Kira Sakuya was coming to an end, and he feared he�d been too changed by that gentle human boy. Too many things now made no sense to him. There was too much he didn�t know or remember about himself, and too many people who did. And Alexiel was too good at making him feel lost.
She pressed her wet body against him, and Kira felt the cold water of the Lethe seep into his clothing and touch his skin with the chill of hell, and a moment later, felt her warmth spreading through him. �What?� she whispered. �Would you not even warm a poor, wet, shivering woman?� Her lips brushed the underside of his jaw. �You really are a cold man� Lucifer.�
What is that name to me? � I don�t know it.
Kira took hold of her shoulders, meaning to push her away, but her skin was smooth and cool under his hands, and her damp hair so soft against his fingers, and her found that he could not do it. He knew, too, that she had known he would not. He bore her down onto the sand, covering her body with his own, and she let him do it. His hands pushed the flimsy straps of her gown down her arms, and bared her white breasts while she watched him. A dark and ruinous brand marred that perfect skin so that no one would ever forget what she was. Fallen angel. Kira ran his fingers over it, tracing the lines burned into her flesh, and then he bent his lips to her, laving his hot tongue over a nipple peaked with cold.
Alexiel pressed up to him, arching languorously into his touch, and she pulled her arms free from her dress so that Kira could push it down to her waist, baring more skin to his ministrations. Her cool hands crept under his coat, and she pulled the buttons from their holes. And then, just as Kira had lavished the mark of her sin, her wandering fingers touched the crimson stain on his chest, the sign of their covenant sealed in her brother�s blood. Never forget that he too was marked. I own you, that touch told him wordlessly, and Kira pushed back, pressing her into the sand under him.
Alexiel smiled her predatory smile again, and she raised her hips to him, crooking her legs as they parted for him as if she had always done it. Kira ran his hand up her leg from knee to thigh, brushing away water-stained skirts and clinging sand. Her skin was chilled, but the secret place between her legs was warm, and Kira covered it with his hand. Alexiel exhaled softly when his fingers moved, sliding wetly over sensitive, fever-hot flesh, and her fingers bit into his shoulder. His thumb described slow circles that Alexiel�s hips matched, and her dark lashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks. I own you, he said with his touch, and Alexiel moaned.
She didn�t ask � Alexiel never did � but her nails raked down Kira�s chest, and she pulled at the waistband of his jeans, tugging open the button and fumbling blindly with the zipper. Her small hand cupped the hard length of him through the heavy fabric. It was all Kira could do to push her hands aside so that he could free himself, and when he did, she took him in hand again, her sword-callused fingers rough on his sensitive skin, but indescribably good. Slowly, she guided him inside her, and he sank in deeply with a breathless moan.
Alexiel wrapped her arms about Kira�s shoulders. Her hands fisted in the material of his coat, and she rose up to meet him as he began to move. Kira dug his fingers into the damp sand as if to ground himself� because this was not the whore as he had known her before, but Alexiel, the Great Angel herself, whose only lover was War. Her body arched under his, strung tightly as a bow, and there was nothing yielding about her. They struggled with and against each other, reaching towards a release that neither had ever, in all their many lives, quite grasped.
It�s always the same. Whichever eon it may be, we always just pass each other by� just barely miss each other. Strive as we might for a moment of tranquility, it is always the same. We are no more than dolls sculpted by God, and all that awaits us at the end of the road is to kill each other until the remaining one draws their last breath� our destiny.
Kira never took his eyes from Alexiel�s face, but he caught the hand that held the astral blade before it plunged into his unprotected back. He forced her arm down and pinned it to the sand. She bucked underneath him, and the movement sent a shudder of pleasure through him � he was still inside her � but she could not throw him, and he restrained her with an arm across her vulnerable throat, threatening breath and life.
Neither of them moved.
�You haven�t changed a bit since the old days, have you? Cruel woman. What is it, Alexiel? No longer have any use for me?�
Her smile was pitiless and unrepentant. �Seems like you�ve started to remember all sorts of things��
Kira withdrew. He sat back on his heels, and allowed Alexiel to slide out from under him. �Indeed,� he said coolly. �Such as the fact that from the very start, the only thing on your mind was to use me� and that all those eons ago, when I lived as that black-hearted sword, my true self sealed� when you helped me back then� you did it knowing that, originally, I was the soul of the Lord of Hell, didn�t you? And that�s why now, when I began to awaken, you tried to kill me, using your own body as bait.� He looked up at her, calmly combing out her damp hair with his fingers, clothing already put straight. His own was still in disarray. �Why? Why do you risk your life? Why do you degrade yourself so?�
Alexiel regarded him coldly, the Great Angel again, callous and aloof. �To lift the Creator�s curse, the curse that was placed on Rosiel and I when we were born. Neither he nor I shall ever escape this hunger� unless we destroy the Creator. All my incarnations on earth� I have been watching over every single one of them, waiting, and Setsuna is the one. He is the Organic Angel I have been waiting for, the true Messiah.� For the first time, a soft note crept into her voice. Even Alexiel, it seemed, was not untouched by Setsuna�s charm. �He is still very young and inexperienced� and so I thought to remove a man who, in the very near future, will stand in his way.� Her eyes met Kira�s. �For you will undoubtedly awaken as the Lord of Hell, and when you do, you will stand before Setsuna as his mightiest enemy.�
�You understand, don�t you?� Alexiel said as though she were addressing a child, and she caressed his cheek with mocking tenderness. �I am not the goddess of victory that people are waiting for� just a marionette struggling to sever the strings from which she is dangling. And what amasses beneath my feet is a mountain of corpses. I am the Angel of Death� Now,� she whispered, �demon lord in the making� can you hear it? This pulse� it is the sound of Setsuna�s heart. He is coming back to life. It�s time to say goodbye, Lucifer� or perhaps Nanatsusaya.� Her lips ghosted over his skin. �Love me as you will� but it has no meaning. None at all.�
Kira caught her body as it sagged, her eyes empty and her limbs once again slack in death. Her soul� Setsuna�s soul� had fled. He cradled her in his lap, her limp form feeling strangely light as though the greater essence of her was gone.
He sensed the presence before he saw it; a splash of brilliant colour in the murky, poisonous air, a creature whose delicate beauty had no place in hell. But beauty, as he could attest, was deceptive. The Madhatter had sent her emissary, and the butterfly conveyed her androgynous voice, �Seems like the Messiah�s true body has successfully come back to life, and Alexiel is once again no more than a beautiful corpse.� The mocking edge was there even as the jester addressed the man she claimed was her lord. �Up on the surface, one has prepared a magic circle leading straight to Anagura. May this please your majesty.�
Kira was finished with hell and its malicious angels. He stood, holding the body of his mistress in his arms. He kissed the soft lips that still held the ghost of warmth, but he could not breath life into them.
Alexiel�
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