So, my dabbling with the crazy in my brain reminded me of something id been working on since i was 16. Recently went back to take a look on it and started fixing it up a little. I feel much better working on this than that…boredom concuction. And working on this again means i can go back doing character art
Some chapters will be pretty long Apologies for the…text walls…tried to make it as easy to read as possible…
Prologue - Luneth’s POV
I sat casually on the wing of the plane, idly playing with the chain of my pocket watch. I barely even noticed the icy gale force winds that crashed into me as I stretched out my leathery black wings. My mind was elsewhere. In truth, I should have been thinking about the job I was about to pull off, but I got these sort of jobs so often they were like second nature to me, instead, my mind was drifting to the pool of hatred that was my blackened soul. No matter how many jobs I did, no matter how many planes I crashed, I couldn’t seem to shake the anger and spite I held within me. The hatred I felt for my own kind, the hatred I felt for my own mother for bringing me into this dark existence. I hated that most of the time I was no better than the living dead, but hated even more that I had no choice but to resign myself to the fate of being used and thrown away.
There were many realms in this world that humans, for the most part, were unaware of. The main three, who controlled the balance of all things, were Heaven; which was ruled by God and his army of Seraphim. They kept life flowing and had the final say on all things. Then there was The Underworld; always involved in some power struggle with the realm of Heaven and forever stuck doing God’s dirty work. Finally there was the unseen realm of the ‘Shinigami’, or ‘The Reapers’, who were the neutral mediators of the two and whose mission in life were to collect the souls of the dead, and deliver them to either side. I was a demon from The Underworld, my mother was the soul ruler of that cursed land, meaning she was the strongest of them all, however, that didn’t mean I was a prince, or next in line for the throne. Blood wasn’t what decided the hierarchy, it was strength. Down there the strong picked on the weak and all fights were duels to the death. All demons were born with three hearts, which was the source of our magic, the more hearts we gain from those we defeat, the stronger we become. To lose hearts is to lose strength, and the only way to kill a demon is to remove all of them, or behead him.
I sighed, and ran my hand through my silver hair as I checked the time, beginning to sense the arrival of the Shinigami. Fifteen minutes to go. I slowly got to my feet and teleported myself inside the plane, my invisibility preventing the humans from noticing me. This was merely routine, examining the faces of my victims and etching them into my soul, a punishment I inflict on myself for ending their miserable lives. It was beginning to lose its meaning however, since I no longer felt guilt from killing them. During my five hundred short years of existing, I learnt that humans were all the same. They would act all loving and caring towards each other but in their last moments humans were no better than demons: their ugly emotions spilled forth and they prioritised their saving their own lives at the expense of others. With this thought in mind, I slowly strolled through the narrow aisle, watching as the passengers patiently waited for time to pass, completely oblivious to the fact that these moments would be their last. No one was to survive, Fate’s List had been clear on that, it was a documentation of every human life ever brought into existence, and its word was, in a sense, law. As I continued down the aisle, I noticed that almost everyone was in their twenties or older, which made me sigh in relief. Children were still entirely innocent; such a fate for them would be too cruel. Then I stopped dead at row ‘J’, feeling my blood go cold. All were in their twenties or older, all except one. She couldn’t have been more than a few months old. She sat wrapped in a pale blue blanket in the arms of a young woman with flaming red hair, who was pointing out of the window excitedly and laughing at the baby’s murmurs, every now and then trying to involve the well-dressed looking man next to her, who smiled softly as he watched over them. The three were the perfect picture of a happy family. The thought that I was going to crush their futures together almost saddened me, but I shook it off, ‘ the girl will be the last one they save, they’ll be just like everyone else in the end,’ I told myself, as I started to force myself to move on. Just at that moment the child turned its tiny head around and fixed her gaze on me, forcing me to freeze. She had large beautiful brown eyes that shone with intelligence beyond her years, and a small star shaped birthmark sat next to her left eye, which I found very unusual. The few strands of red hair that stuck up on her head suggested that she was going to take after her mother. She couldn’t have been looking at me, could she? I glanced around, no one else had seemed to notice me, and the old couple behind me were fast asleep. There was nothing that could have captured this child’s attention in such a way.
“Rowan? What’s wrong?” Her mother asked, noticing the baby’s silent stare into nothing and automatically checking for a fever. As a test, I shuffled side to side, her eyes followed me without hesitation and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise up. This kid could see me. We watched each other in silence for a few minutes longer, before finally, as if judging me to be worthy, she slowly reached out her tiny hands to me, beginning to clutch at the air as she broke into the biggest, warmest, most innocent smile I had ever seen. Something in my heart stirred and I was overcome with emotions that a demon should never possess, feelings I never knew I had. I wanted to steal her away and protect that smile of hers.
I forced myself to look away, a horrible knot forming in my stomach, ‘don’t look at me like that, like you genuinely want me, like you would forgive anything I did… not when I’m the one who’s going to…’ I didn’t want to finish my bitter thoughts. I checked the time again. Five more minutes. I turned my back on her and teleported, trying to crush how sick I was starting to feel. Flying alongside the plane, while I used some simple magic to watch and hear everything that went on inside, was easy. My ‘punishment’ this time was going to haunt me forever. With great reluctance, I raised my right hand and clicked my fingers, still fighting with myself over the sorrow that was growing heavy in my chest. The plane started to experience slight turbulence, which didn’t seem to worry the passengers at first. I clicked again, the turbulence got stronger, causing a few worried murmurs as the captain’s voice spoke over the intercom, “We are experiencing a slight bit of turbulence I’m afraid. Nothing to worry about, but for your own safety we ask that you take your seats and put on your seatbelts” This made me smirk a little, he sounded so calm, but a look inside the cockpit told me they were beginning to panic as much as anyone else.
The time had come. Taking a deep breath, I mustered up a vicious storm cloud right in front of the plane. My target started to rock violently like paper in the shifting winds, and its passengers and crew started gripping their seats tightly to prevent themselves being thrown around, eyes wide at the sound of thunder. A flash of lightning narrowly missed hitting the right wing, but it was enough to cause two of the engines to burst into flames. That was when the screaming really started. The plane started spiralling out of control as it succumbed to gravity, causing passengers to be pelted by their own luggage. I watched almost emotionlessly as they screamed, each completely caught up in finding a method to save themselves. Slowly, my eyes drifted to the family that had caused me so much pain just moments ago, and instantly regretted it. Time seemed to slow down as I watched, wide eyed, as the parents abandoned all personal safety to protect that girl, to protect Rowan. They worked together to place her inside a life jacket, hoping to provide a little extra protection to her frail body, before the mother wrapped her own body around her. She was screaming, her voice hoarse, and I struggled to hear her plea,
“Oh god!” she begged, over and over, “I don’t care what happens to me, but please spare Rowan! Please!” The father was protecting the two of them with his own body, his eyes closed in a solemn silent prayer. I felt like someone had just pulled out one of my hearts. God wasn’t going to save them; Fate’s List was his creation. God had wanted this.
All too soon, the plane hurtled into the earth at a terrifying speed, shattering like glass upon impact, instantly silencing the voices. I just stared at the wreckage, feeling a warm liquid trail down my cheeks. Gingerly, I reached up to touch it. Tears. For the first time in my life I had cried, not for myself, but for a family who sacrificed themselves for their loved one, wept for the girl who had something I didn’t. The world was already a much darker place without that warm innocent smile in it. I couldn’t leave it like this. I couldn’t let it end this way. The guilt from crushing what little good existed in world was overwhelming. I had to do something; I couldn’t just sit back and let myself be used anymore. A familiar red hot anger began coursing through my body. If God wasn’t going to save her, then I would. I would grant that woman’s last request. Even if it meant the whole world would become my enemy, even if it meant going against fate. I would save Rowan.
I had little time to act, already the Shinigami were moving in to collect the souls. If they removed Rowan’s I would have no hope of saving her. I folded my wings into my body and rocketed down towards the earth like a bullet, my face full of grim determination, barely giving myself enough time to land as I desperately began to claw through piles of scrap metal like a madman. Perhaps I truly was mad, bewitched even, but I didn’t care. I needed to find her, needed to save her, not just for her parents, but for my own sake. I wanted to protect that smile of hers, wanted to cling onto a reason to exist. She would give my life a purpose. Nothing else mattered anymore.
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