D. N. Angel Fan Fiction / Demon Diary Fan Fiction ❯ Angelic Reverie ❯ Prologue : Beginnings ( Prologue )

~Where it all began~

The cold concrete; he saw it drawing nearer through those pale violet eyes. That brisk, ever-chilling night air whipped across his cheeks as he hurled closer to what he figured to be inevitable. All the while, that taunting laugh reigned through his ears. Was this it? He didn't want to die yet. His wings…. They were useless. Were they broken? Or was the thought of his nearing death frightening him to the point where his limbs were immobile?

How had this began? Ah, now he remembered…

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It was a cold night, as followed most autumn evenings. A threat… that's what had lured him out of his ever-dreaming state. Dark had long since been separated from that young boy's mind. He'd been freed from his curse. The Hikari artworks were becoming more and more scarce by the year, and now his missions to capture them came only about two or three times a year. So he slept, he dreamed, and he crept about only for the sole purpose of entertainment. A few nights back, he'd captured one of those rare artworks, taking it to the Niwa household, par usual. After finally escaping their loving arms, a single note had literally sparked in front of his eyes. A piece of parchment. It was similar to the old warning he'd sent out himself on many occasion. Only… was that glitter falling off of it? No… fairy dust? Impossible. Still, the minute twinkles of silver and gold fell, continuously off of the note, disintegrating before the made contact with the stone step outside of Niwa Daisuke's house.

"Come, come and play. Then we'll have a test of skill, tomorrow night!"

~Lord Krayon III of Egae~

It was a challenge. No doubt from someone who'd been curious of his absences. The police force, perhaps? No… this was, a Lord? And where in all the Hell's was Egae? It might have been a trap, but he was going to take the challenge, none the less.

Obsidian black feathers had nearly blended in with the diamond-speckled sky that very next night. His suitor hadn't placed any location or whereabouts on the note, so he was a bit uncertain as to where he was to go.

"I see the Phantom Thief has come out to play. Good evening, mate!"

A flick of his wingtip and Dark turned to the voice the broke that endless, anxious silence.

"Who are you? Are you the one who called me out?"

"Possibly. If I wasn't then would I be hovering here, awaiting the pleasures of your dear bittersweet company?"

Those iridescent amethyst orbs glowed, rivaling the light of the moon, which was in full that night. It was at that very second, that Dark realized his opponent was hovering in midair. He wasn't even making an effort, either. If anything, he appeared relaxed.

"Who are you…?"

A twinkling laughed rang through the night as the other being smiled in amusement. A few of those golden blonde curls blew across his face, skin fair and delicate-looking as a porcelain doll.

"Are you illiterate? I was quite sure I'd stated my alias rather clearly. I am Lord Krayon, the third. And your dreams, Dark Mousy, have inspired me…"

No, this was definitely not a position Dark was wanting to be caught in the midst of.

"My dreams…?" He shook his head as if to bring himself back to his senses. "Of course I can read you blonde fop! I just want to know what the hell you want with me!"

"You should show respect for your elders!"

The Demon Lord hardly seemed interested in Dark's demand for an answer, but much rather by his fingernails, which he began staring at after he'd adjusted one of the many silver and gold rings that adorned his fingers.

Elders…? This man seemed hardly older than Dark himself. One of the things that irritated Dark the most was being flat-out ignored, and that was exactly what this illustrious demon was doing.

"Why you ignorant son-of-a-"

He hadn't even finished that insult when an amber, glowing orb soared by his ear. Eyes wide, his attention turned to it as it soared away. Magick? Was that demon throwing magick at him? He twirled back to face his challenger.

"I dare you to try that again…"

And their fight proceeded into the night. Feathers flew and fell through the air as they preformed that rivaling dance above the houses of the still-slumbering town below.

Then it hit him. A pained yell rang through the air as one of those brutal orbs came in contact with Dark's shoulder. He felt the burning pain singe through his muscles, all the way into his wing. He'd never felt pain like that before. White flickered in front of his eyes as he felt his wings collapsing, along with his body…

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That's how it had started… just a simple fight. He'd never have assumed it was meant to be a fight to the death.

The sidewalk... there it was... inches away. He closed his eyes, waiting for that head on collision. The air was cold... his body hurt... there was something holding him...

Holding him?

Dark felt arms wrap around his waist, jerking him upward, painfully. Something, or someone, had saved him from his doom. He was hiked up into a pair of strong, warm, comforting arms. Ones that he gratefully let himself fall limp into.

Who had been his saviour?

"You didn't think I was about to let you crash to smithereens on the pavement, did you, mate?"

Those groggy, worn, eyes opened, halfway. He saw blonde… curls. Had his opponent rescued him? By the way the air was still whipping across his rose-tinted cheeks; he could tell they were still flying. He debated on questioning where he was being taken, but he didn't. Something about Lord Krayon, he couldn't pin-point it, but something, whatever it might be, made him feel at comfort.

Amethyst eyes closed as those violet bangs flicked around him. Dark was dizzy. Perhaps it was from blood loss. Whatever the reason might by, he rested his head against Krayon's chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating as he lost consciousness.

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[[ Ok, I know its odd, but these two have always been one of my absolute favourite pairings! Thanks to my friend Morgan and our insane role-playing obsession. I don't own these characters, nor am I claiming to! I hope you enjoy! R&R! :3 ]]

~Chrysty