My Little Damned Angel

Warning: This is going to be a long fic. With lots of everything (or at least what the author can imagine up at the definition), lots of bad twists and turns (result of being posted according to the author\'s whims). I won\'t be able to promise anything besides the fact that, I do guarantee a good read (eventually) to all lovers of Kira, Setsuna, and their Wondrous Maker, Yuki Kaori\'s dark theme.

Disclaimer: I do not own Angel Sanctuary.

:*:My Little Damned Angel:*:


Since when did I start to feel?
Since when have I cared?

This, feeling, is so distracting...
and far too addictive.

I watch over the boy, once again. After staging my \'escapade\' from Hell, my rightful kingdom, I had been enjoying myself. If you could call my own, slightly twisted views on pleasure enjoyable.

Until this, infuriating BOY came into view.
The epitome of youthful energy, of life, or as much as you can expect of a high-school boy with a family that\'s breaking apart. Who is, by the way, in love with his little sister.

Until I accidently \'met\' this boy in Japan, Tokyo, where I was living as a certain Kira Sakuya, I had been ignoring all the signs that pointed to the beginning of a change, that would in turn bring about the Grand-Cross. Why should it matter, to me of all people?
I, who had given up all claim on Heaven, on everything that I might have cared for, had no need of such information.

So, I had steadfastedly ignored the tell-tale signs of a ceremony that would certainly be illegal in God\'s reign (bless him, why not?) because of all the beautiful innocent blood that had to be sacrificed, just to resurrect one person. Ignored the signs of certan demons, or imps, whichever way you like, coming to find the Angel of Organic, Alexiel\'s reborn.

Until I found who was in the centre of this all.

Setsuna.





R/R guys, though I will admit that there\'s not much to RR about...
Hang on a while longer, and I *think* you\'ll be satisfied.