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Cecidit Angelus	By : Kimmimaru Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 2013 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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And they worshipped the dragon which gave power unto the beast: and they worshipped the beast, saying, Who is like unto the beast? who is able to make war with him?

(Revelation 13:4)

“Sebastian...I have a question...” The young master asked softly, I smiled at him, disguising the pain of the memories.

“Anything, My Lord.”

He paused thoughtfully a moment before a small frown creased his brow. “Why did Gabriel greet you as little one?”

I cocked my head to the side. “Because in comparison to many of the others I am young, created after the others, I am one of the youngest.”

After a brief pause he nodded slowly. “What was heaven like?” he asked suddenly, I looked into those twin pools of azure for a moment before smiling.

“It is...indescribable, my Lord.” I muttered. “Words do not have the power to describe the magnificence of the gardens, they cannot fully convey the grand scale of the palaces, of the beauty of the eternal music, full of wondrous joy. There is not a language on this rotten earth that can describe the glowing colours that leap from the earth in the form of everlasting flowers, there is no green that can match that of the trees or grasses.” I let slip a bitter sigh and my eyes drifted to the grand windows as I remembered standing before the gates of Eden beside my comrade and friend, Gabriel while we watched a long line of souls being judged. I had always had a smile upon my face during those days, sadness, grief, anger, humiliation and hatred all came later. I was unaccustomed to such crass emotion. Outside the windows it had grown dark and I could barely see the stars for all the smog from nearby London. Vile. Vile, twisted creatures...humanity seemed intent on destroying everything that God had so kindly given them! They had taken his gifts and, as Adam and Eve with the Apple of knowledge, had thrown it back in his face. Worse than animals. Creatures who deserved the punishments awaiting them at the base of Lucifer’s crimson throne. Images flashed rapidly through my head, massive pits of everlasting fire, the cloying scent of sulphur, the horrific noises of never ending torture and the two piercing blue eyes that watched over it all. Again, all the old resentment and feelings of betrayal filled me until I was convinced I would drown in them, that flash of brilliant, searing hot fury when I saw His hand reaching for me, only to watch it withdraw into the Holy Light. I let out a low, animalistic hiss as I stared at the window and there was a sudden bang as the glass cracked.

My young Master jumped up from his seat and spun around to see the gaping wound as it allowed the cool night time breeze drift into the room. His eyes met mine and he blinked at me. “Did you break the window?”

“I apologise, my Lord...I shall send for someone to fix it as soon as may be...I am...not feeling like myself.” I muttered and stood slowly. “Maybe, it is time for us to retire...” I was annoyed at my sudden loss of control, so unlike me...being forced to relive these painful things had left me feeling as if I had been burned, I did not enjoy the feeling of weak helplessness that they forced upon me. Even less so as my young master seemed to enjoy my evident discomfort and anger.

“No.” The boy said firmly. He did not look tired, in fact he looked fascinated. He always seemed to enjoy asserting his power over me. “I will hear this to the end, Sebastian.”

I clenched my hands into fists and resumed my seat. “As you wish.” I said softly, hiding the annoyance with smooth smiles and soft looks. He seemed to calm, thinking me easily tamed. I had always found him adorable, but when I looked at him, I had more and more difficulty in fighting the ravenous hunger that he conjured within me. One look from that visible blue eye and I could be turned into a mad beast with as little control as a child, he was...an amazing creature. A thing of perfection created from porcelain with painted cheeks and precious jewels for eyes, his hair the purest silk the colour of blue tinged ash. His girly features added to the angelic innocence that seeped into my immortal heart making it ache with intense desire, I wanted nothing more than to lift him on to the desk and take him, drag him forcefully into my own hellish world so he could experience true agony. If only...

Maybe the contract had been a mistake? Maybe I should have torn his delicate little soul right from him when I saw him lying upon the bloodied alter. Maybe I should have shown him what Hell really looked like...maybe...maybe I should have allowed the cults ministrations to continue just so I could watch him writhe in agony. Ah, such pointless regrets...when I finally met him face to face I had only one desire, to make his soul mine in whatever way possible. So, I made a deal. I had exchanged my own freedom for his life, so that I could devour him when his revenge had been taken care of.

So, I continued my story, of course there were certain things the boy had no need to know. I never lied. Not once had an un-truth left my lips, however, I did avoid the truth. If he did not ask specifically I had no reason to tell.

And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.

--Matthew 10:28

I was surrounded by barren soil, the only thing that seemed to grow were rocks which towered above me making me feel small and insignificant. Fire erupted from massive fissures in the dead earth and the heat was oppressive. The sky was eternally yellow from the amount of sulphur in the atmosphere, I was in another dimension, I was in Hell. In the distance I could see a massive black tower that stretched up toward the sky, clouds of poison encased it’s pinnacle and a river of lava ran around its base acting as a mockery of a moat. Every now and again I saw a flash of jet black sweep through the air, I knew what it was. My familiar, my pet. A large Raven, her black eyes reminding me of jet stones polished to perfection. She flew around me before turning and slicing through the thick air and landing on my arm, she cawed loudly into the silence and cocked her head to one side. “It has been too long, Keaira. I will feed you when I have reached the tower...”

She cawed again and her talons, red tipped, as if dipped in blood, clenched on my arm. She watched me reproachfully, her beak snapping at my fingers as I tried to touch her feathery head.

The flesh of the damned is as appetizing as rotten fruit, I desire fresh meat.

“I understand my sweet, but I can only give you what is readily available...”

Take me to the surface, this barren wasteland bores me and I grow tired of the endless nothingness. Azriel...

She shimmied up my arm and shoved her head beneath my chin before suddenly taking flight and batting me over the head affectionately with her wing. I smiled as she glided up into the yellow clouds.

When next you go, call me, my heart.

“I shall.” I muttered as I watched her disappear into the sky. I smiled softly and walked on. I could have flown to the castle, but I needed time to think on my situation before I reached Lucifer’s tower. My black robes swept up the reddish dirt and my boots crunched across old bones turned to dust by millennia. My long braided hair hung with ribbons that flowed behind me in the breeze and my massive, jet black wings shed feathers with each step. My familiar was a part of me, a bit that had separated from me after my fall, we shared all our thoughts and feelings and were never usually far away from each other. I rarely brought her with me when I visited the surface as her size and innate aggressiveness would frighten away my prey and, although she accepted this she was a little jealous that she never got to go with me.

I reached the tower and saw the two guards, a pair of three headed dog’s. Each had a huge metal collar on and massive chains that gave them enough room to move if necessary, six pairs of glowing red eyes landed on me as I approached the huge gate. The dog’s stood slowly, heaving their impressive bulk from the stone floor. A deep growl emanated from their throats making the ground tremble. I took a step back as one moved its lip away from its humungous canine teeth, I held up my hands, palm outward to show I meant no harm but, as usual, they didn’t seem to believe me. I hated dogs.

One of them took a lurching step forward, its head lowered and that growl sending shivers of apprehension through my spine. Then, just as the dog crouched ready to spring there was a noise...the soft sound of a harp. My eyes shot to the sky as the dog’s growls faded and their eyes drooped, a moment later they were asleep lying one on top of the other like puppies. I lifted my own lip in disgust, horrible creatures, dogs.

“Having trouble with the puppies?”

I knew that annoying light hearted tone. “Samael.” I muttered irritably. He was a strange one, an angel of debateable loyalty and one who enjoyed mischief more than most. He took the form of a woman or man depending on what he planned to do, for now he was male.

“Oh, how far His Holiness’s Angel of Death has fallen!” he said in an overly dramatic voice. “Afraid of a pair of little puppies who sleep when played music!” He giggled and he dropped a few feet lower, his robes of golden silk rustled and his sandal clad feet brushed the arid earth. “What happened to the vengeful spirit who was mentored by Uriel? What happened to the one who was filled with such utter devotion to our lord that he used his great sword in His name? Such a disgrace!” He moved closer, his fingers reaching out and touching my face, he smiled, his deep emerald eyes shone with glee as he taunted me. He captured my chin and lifted my face to his. “Ah, that fire still burns deeply but it is...different. I can see an undying fury in those beautiful crimson eyes of yours Azriel! I spoke to Gabriel...”

I jerked away from his touch as if he had burnt me and I batted away his hand. There was the soft sound of jangling bracelet’s as his many bangles clinked. His face crinkled into a smirk and he began to chuckle, I watched as his sandals touched the floor and he came to rest, his massive white wings lifted off the ground as if they were unwilling to touch it. “Why are you here, Samael?” I snapped.

His laughter died away and he looked at me, a smile plastered across his face. “I came to see if what Gabriel said was true...did He really reject you?!” Curiosity burned in his eyes and I couldn’t help but look away. “Hmm...!” he swayed back and forth for a moment in gleeful thought before chuckling. “So it is. Because you are unable to lie, Azriel....I cannot believe that he would hold out his hand and then reject you! That is...almost cruel.”

“Does it really matter?” I murmured and looked up at him. “He claims to love all he created...but seeing him turn away from me...was just too painful! I...can no longer hold on to the hope of ever returning to his grace, so I have turned from him. I will show him what happens when he toys with me!” I hissed and spread my wings, crimson dust swirled around my feet and a few small, impish demons, alike to the rats and other vermin of earth, scurried away. I watched Samael’s eyes widen briefly and he jumped into the air to hover above me. He rested his hand upon his fiery blade. I looked up at him, the wind lifted my hair and swept errant strands whirling around my face. “You should not have come here, this is the domain of Lucifer! The one who will overthrow Heaven!” I said clearly. Another imp like demon ran toward me but it didn’t get very far...it fell to the floor smoking and black before it even reached my legs. I had been an Angel of death, my job had been to smite any who went against God’s will in His name! But now...now, my lord was Lucifer. I answered to no one else. My own sword had been taken from me when I had been cast out however, I still looked as I did before except my Wings were now blackened from the eternal Hell fires and my nails resembled talons, my eyes had taken on the demonic glow of the flames and my skin was chalk white. My teeth were razor sharp and I bared them at Samael. “Do you not yet understand?” I said and leapt into the air. “Here I am more powerful than you, because I have the will of my Lord and master behind me whereas you...have nothing.”

Samael’s eyes widened even further. “You would not dare!” He said quickly as his fingers tightened on his sword. “You truly have become a Demon! You no longer have the light of heaven in your eyes, little one...” He suddenly smiled. “Instead I can see nothing but the fires of fury...it suits you. Now, I really must take my leave, I shall report what I have seen to Michael and see how he reacts...Fare well, little Ezriel.”

I hissed and made to make chase but something tugged at the back of my mind. My master beckoned. I watched Samael laugh as he flew higher and higher until his form was encased in cloud, then I let out another small hiss of annoyance before flying toward the tower and alighting upon a carved stone balcony, my wings folded neatly back from my shoulders and I stepped into the building.
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