Fan Fiction ❯ Between the Devils' Hearts ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1

I took a glance around me. The world was not as it once was and I was looking at its now barren lands. To think that all of this chaos was caused by a mere cross that was hidden centuries ago by the vampyr Lucass and ever since then the vampyrs' and likens' have been in war against each other. Each striving for the little object and trying to win the immortality that they lost when the cross was hidden.

 

There are those who are into finding out the truth behind all of this, not believing that just a mere immortal cross could be the undoing of us all, they have forged their own little group. Not knowing where to start, or where to look they fight on their own. They are called the death dealers, not by choice at least.

 

Me, I'm on my own, not caring how this world ends up because of the stupidity of others. Likens' know me as the loner; they don't bother me as long as I don't bother them. I do some business with them here and there as long as it doesn't get me involved with the war. The vampyrs' hate me. I've been known to kill them but I only do because they won't leave me to my piece and quiet.

 

I am a Demon; not vampyr nor liken. I am what people call the devil angel. For my attire includes; my black feathered wings, black nails, black cat ears, my black cape with a black tank top, shorts, gloves and boots. I only depend on myself, and I will not follow orders. I may take jobs but I'm in charge of what happens.

 

“Devil Angel is it?” Armand called out. He was the leader of the Likens, I barely talked to him but when I did, it always had to do with joining the war.

 

“What is it Armand? I'm in the middle of packing.” I sneered, getting fairly annoyed with his persistence.

 

“I wanted to ask you something,” his malicious voice answered. I rolled my eyes and turned around to face him. He was a slim man when not in his true form. He had black eyes and hair; he seemed to be a brooding man at first glance but from knowing him for over a century I knew he was far from brooding. In fact he was the kind of man who like to manipulate people into doing what he wanted, which was good for a leader, but I hated that trait most of all. “You see, my likens have been having a hard time trying to kill off the vampyrs . . .” he began.

 

“. . . Look” I interrupted, “I have told you already, I am not fighting your war for you, that is something you're going to have to do by yourself you manipulate freak.” I snapped.

 

“My dear Angel, you have got it all wrong.” He walked towards me, smirking slightly as I narrowed my eyes at him. “I don't want you to fight my war that would take all the fun out of it. I want you to go on a mission to kill Lucian for me, is that so bad?”

 

“Depending on what he did.” I said, I was pretending to give in to his manipulation, the one thing I like about Likens was that they couldn't smell a lie or detect one when it was right in front of their nose. One thing I didn't like about vampyrs.

 

“He has taken what is most valuable to me.”

 

“And what would that be my dear Armand?” Sarcasm dripping from my voice, I was trying to make it aware that I wasn't buying any of the bull shit he was giving me.

 

“You,” He answered, walking up to me. He was dangerously close to me and I didn't like it. The footsteps he created got louder and louder as his brooding figure got closer to me. He was stepping out of line.

 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I whispered so that it sounded like a threat. I did not need him to know I was some what scared of him.

 

“You should know well, Lucian was once a liken, just like me, he was the leader two centuries ago before I came into power. You have been in contact with him recently haven't you?”

 

“Lucian is dead you bastard, or are you that stupid. The only way you could have ever been in power is when Lucian was dead and so you killed him off didn't you!?” I yelled at him, feelings I have never felt before rising, taking over my controlled demeanour. I let myself calm for a moment as my control over my emotions settled back into place, my eyes though showed hatred as I had never felt towards anybody before. “Didn't you?” I said low and darkly towards him.

 

“I did you're right about that but the question is did he really die? To my knowledge he shouldn't have for the day I “killed” him was the week before the Immortal cross disappeared.” That caught my breath. “From what others tell me, Lucian and you my Devil Angel, have had an interesting past together, a dark romantic one, as one might call it.”

 

His manipulation had returned as he tried to get answers from me but all I did was stare at him. I hadn't thought of the cross. Lucian could still be alive and here I was giving my body up to his murderer. If Lucian found out, if my darkness was still alive, he would have seething temper and have killed Armand already. So had he been in hiding all these years? My thoughts kept going on this never ending train when Armand grabbed my dark purple hair and lifter me up from it. I couldn't care less, it wasn't the first time and it never hurt me.

 

“I asked a question bitch!”

 

“I am not answering it am I? I've got better things to do Armand, sorry but your lackeys sent me on a mission and I have to get this done and over with so if you let me go I could go do that.” I answered him with a small smile telling him that I was winning this one, not him.

 

“You evil conniving bitch!”

 

“Yes?” I asked as I felt his hand collide with my cheek, his eyes seething in impossible anger which was quite hilarious in my opinion. I couldn't help it, the look in his eyes made me laugh. The small giggle fits came but ceased quickly as I shook my head and loaded my gun. “Honestly Armand, You need anger management, you should think about it.” I left him there, thinking about everything he had just said, while my thoughts traced back to Lucian.

 

My darkness could be alive, from is blue eyes, messy hair too his nobility. He was everything that made him what I wanted and everything that was the exact opposite to Armand. I loved watching Armand in anger and frustration, it was what I lived for nowadays, and to see him fret over the “love” he supposedly held for me. I saw in his eyes nothing but an obsession over me.

 

I walked along the stone floor; the stone damp stone walls created a nice aroma that filled my senses with a new feeling of readiness.

 

“Devil Angel?” a voice asked looking at me through shadows and the mist of the light fog that had drowned the streets.

 

“Shadows; what a pleasant surprise,” I smirked looking at the figure that could take no real shape. “What's my mission this time around?”

 

“I have heard rumours among the streets,” he began, “it all has something to do with the old leader of the Likens, Lucian. He was your former lover was he not?”

 

“Did you come to lecture me on the past or are you going to give me a mission?” I snapped at Shadows. He knew I hated being reminded of the tragedy that made me from the innocent little Devil Angel I once was to the killer I was now.

 

“No,” he sighed, “I did not.”

 

“Then keep going,” I said, thumping down upon the cold ground.

 

“Rumours say he is alive, since he was not killed when the cross disappeared which would mean that he should be alive. Now Devil Angel, you will need to use your real name in this mission, he will not recognize you if you use your code name. I need you to go find him and bring him back. He will be able to stop this war.” Shadows explained.

 

“I have told you and millions of other people that I am not going to involve myself in your bloody war, can you not understand this?!” I answered heatedly, though I was eager on taking the mission, I wanted nothing to do with the damned war.

 

“I promised you once that I would not involve you in this war but I fear that I will have to break my promise too you. Will you not go search for the thing that you once loved?”

 

“I have changed since then, I am cold, cruel and I have no mercy.” I said looking at the figure, “what makes you think he'll listen to the new me?”

 

“I think during this, the old you will come back quickly.” He said, taking that as an acceptance to the mission as he disappeared into the mist.

 

“Quickly, he says,” I whispered to myself, my head looking up to the sky. “I doubt that will happen.” I got up shaking me head. I grabbed the pack Shadows had left me and looked through it.

 

Inside was a gun with silver bullets, a couple of stakes, a bow and arrow, my favourite gun and the necklace Lucian had given me two centuries ago when I was not but 150 years old. I looked at it, fiddling it about with my fingers, a smile crept onto my face. I was now 360 years old, it had been 199 years since I had seen this necklace and I was wondering to myself if Shadows had kept it from me this whole time, knowing what I had to become in order to survive.

 

“God; am I going to need the luck of the devil.”

 

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“The devils got you Faye.” Shadows whispered behind the alley way close by. “He's got you by the hand and he's leading you to your destination.” He floated swiftly away, leaving no evidence behind that he had been there for that few minutes in which Faye had opened the bag and saw the necklace.