Fan Fiction ❯ The Last Tear ❯ Part Seven ( Chapter 7 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
Author: Antoinette Robins
Date: Monday, May 12, 2003
Warnings: CONFUSION!!!! MAJOR CONFUSION!!!!! I start to uhh...explain everything in this chapter. However the way it is explained makes no sense, at least not right now. All will be more clearly noted in upcoming chapters. Thanks for bearing with me! Read and Review!!
Disclaimer: THEY'RE ALL MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALL OF THEM!!!!!!!!!!! sorry...my first time having bothered to write a disclaimer in an original fic. All characters, places, ideas, and affiliated things such as STORYLINE and PLOT are hereby the copyrighted property of ME. However I would like to make a note that NO I DID NOT get any of the ideas for my storyline and plot from "Angel Sanctuary".
And now, on with the show!
(PS~ I live for reviews, and I'm not kidding. I review my own fics if no one else does, I'm that sad. So please take pity on me and leave a review of your own! I love knowing what the audience thinks.)
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Mondicos paced the cold, echoing floor of the Seeing Chamber. After the twins had entered the cathedral, he has lost all sight of them. This was to be expected, of course. It was a Holy place after all.
"What's taking them so long?!" Mondicos roared to the empty chamber.
A small chuckle attracted his attention to the door. "Gee, I would have though that our absence would bring you joy, Mondicos," Sin sneered.
"Where is the girl? And what about your brother?" replied the fuming scholar-priest.
"The girl is fine. Syth is tending to her. Apparently, she's never seen a griffin before," Sin explained, slipping away from the doorframe and into the dark corridor behind him. Mondicos followed, restraining himself from strangling the disrespectful little demon prince in front of him.
"You still haven't explained where they are," Mondicos growled at the boy's back.
"Calm down. They're safe, that's all that matters. I came back to give you an update," Sin stated, turning to the now-calming scholar-priest. "The Guardian is deeply involved."
Mondicos paused. "I though that might be," he said quietly. "Did he try to kill her?" Sinthellocius nodded solemnly. "What the Hell are you doing here then?" Mondicos asked.
"Hn?" Sin was confused. Mondicos loathed not knowing what goes on at all times. Now he was telling Sin to go away when he was playing messenger-boy for his benefit?
"Sythonelle is a strong adversary, but alone your brother can be defeated," Mondicos began to explain. "For the girl's protection, both of you must be there. If the Guardian should find her again, it will take the both of you to stop him." Mondicos turned to look at Sinthellocius, but found the room empty.
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Amarette lay still, very relaxed and breathing deeply. Her eyes were closed, and it appeared that she was in a deep sleep. Truthfully, she was wide-awake. Amarette lay, listening and thinking, attempting to disclose anything that might clue her in on her surroundings.
She knew whom she was with. At least one of the boys was in the room at all times. Was it even a room though? And what was that soft sighing sound that made it so easy to appear relaxed and asleep?
Her thoughts were interrupted as finally Amarette heard what she had been waiting for.
The boy in the room groaned as he stood up and stretched. "What's taking Aniki so long?" he whined to himself as he left.
Waiting a few moments, Amarette's eyes snapped open. It was a room indeed, not a cave or cell. Actually, the room had a rather pleasant feeling to it.
Wood walls that had been covered in nursery wallpaper, picturing cute little dragons and unicorns. The floor was of a soft, rich, white carpet that was comfortable to stand, walk, or lay on. Amarette herself was in a small bed with soft, warm blankets and pillows.
She sat up quickly. All of these pastels were making her sick, reminding her of what had once been her home. Thankfully, she noticed an open window, through which bright sunlight and a soft breeze were emanating.
Going over to the window and breathing deeply, Amarette was refreshed by the salty breeze. Looking through the window, she wasn't surprised to see the ocean right outside. She was surprised, however, to find that she was on the second story.
Turning away from the window, she listened intently for any sound that the boy was coming back. Judging it was safe to continue, Amarette left the room. Treading lightly on the soft carpet, she silently made her way down the hall, around a few corners, and to the head of the stairs.
Hovering at the height of the stairway, she listened again. Nothing. Looking to make sure all was safe, she took off her shoes and picked them up so they wouldn't make noise on the hardwood downstairs. For some reason or another, Amarette wasn't really afraid. She wasn't worried about being caught. Her heart wasn't racing. Nothing.
Damn the sweet tranquility of clean air and sunlight, she thought as she padded swiftly across the widespread floor.
While the upstairs had appeared to be the peaceful home of some Brady Bunch functional family, the downstairs looked like a rich man's summerhouse. With highly polished hardwood floors that covered the entire downstairs, leading to a black and white marble kitchen behind the stairwell, and old fashioned looking library to the right, and an open floor with a grand piano in the corner to the left. Large double doors were open in all directions, letting sunlight and air bathe the seemingly empty house, and making it blend with the picturesque beach outside.
Taking the path of least resistance, Amarette headed left through the music room, and without another thought, straight out the door. Once outside Amarette was almost disappointed to find the beach empty. Shaking off that feeling quickly, Amarette crept around the porch to see if she could find a paved route away from the house, so as to avoid leaving tracks in the sand.
They probably wouldn't need tracks to find me, the creepy little demons, she thought to herself, and then stopped.
Demons? Isn't that what they were? But demons didn't exist! Did they?
"Malcolm was a flipped-out angel," Amarette reminded herself softly. "And he tried to kill me..." But those boys saved me, she added silently. Amarette shook her head. You're losing your mind Ami-chan. Demons and angels! You're weird, but you're not special or important.
"I beg to differ," a boy's voice intruded upon Amarette's thoughts, making her jump.
Damn, she hadn't been paying attention. Turning around, Amarette actually had no intention of running. Looking at the boy and remembering the chase/fight in the cathedral, she judged that she would be lucky to make it two feet before the boy stopped her.
In addition, she just didn't have the inspiration to want to run. The stupid, relaxing setting was disabling her ability to be afraid of the cute little boy before her. So she just stood there calmly and frowned.
"You beg to differ? On what?" Amarette asked the boy.
"You are special, and important," he replied and then turned around. "Follow me and I'll explain!" he invited happily.
Dumbfounded, Amarette stood where she was. "You can read minds?" she asked, wondering if she should be much more careful in the future.
The boy in front of her laughed and shook his head. "'Course I can't," he said as he rounded a corner of the porch. "Ydrib can."
"Ya-dri-b-what?" Amarette asked, horribly stumbling over the extremely strange word.
The boy laughed at her again. "Ydrib!" he exclaimed as he pointed at the giant bird-like creature that was sun bathing in front of the house.
Amarette's eyes widened and she struggled not to yelp in surprise. "Oh yay," she breathed to herself sarcastically. "I wasn't hallucinating the big bird!"
At the remark "bird", Ydrib looked up sharply, taking offense. The boy turned to her, frowning. "He's a griffin, not a bird. That was disrespectful."
Bowing, half in earnest, half in mock politeness, Amarette said, "Forgive me, griffin. I won't make that mistake again." She paused a moment and turned to the blue-silver haired boy. "Can I call him...her...it something else? I can't pronounce his name." Oh my God! She thought to herself as the words escaped her lips. I'm in the middle of a psychotic episode! I'm standing here with a griffin and (what I think is) a demon, and I'm worried about the pronunciation of his...its name!
Laughing cheerfully yet again, the boy said, "You can call him Birdy. It's t same thing. He thinks you're funny. You keep calling yourself names."
The thought to turn around and threaten the large creature quickly passed through Amarette's mind, but was dismissed when she remembered all of the myths and legends she had heard as a child. Griffins had short tempers and long talons, and were very fast, especially when angered. `Twould not be an extremely clever move to get ripped apart by an eight foot tall feather duster.... nope.
"How do you know what he thinks?" she wondered as the boy went over to the beast. He wasn't afraid of the long talons, sharp beak, or fierce eyes at all.
"He tells me. I can understand when he speaks. Sometimes it will be shrieks or some sort of noise, but sometimes I just know. He talks to me, I talk to him, we're friends," the little kid giggled when the giant head bent and ran soft feathers over his head and face.
"Who are you?" Amarette asked as she watched in wonder.
"We're the good guys, I suppose," came a voice from behind her that sounded similar, if not identical, to that of the boy in front of her.
"Aniki!" cried the boy with the griffin, excitedly leaving the creature's side and running to his twin, who stood directly behind Amarette.
The girl turned in surprise and confusion. She had almost forgotten that there were two of them...almost.
"'Good guys'?" Amarette asked. "As opposed to `bad guys'? Now I'm really confused..."
"Come with us!" chimed, what appeared to be, the younger of the two.
"We'll explain," finished his brother as the boys headed back into the house.
Amarette stood a moment, watching them. "I must be out of my mind," she muttered as she finally followed.
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The three settled in the library. Amarette sank down into a plush reading chair, while the boy in the khaki shorts scaled a book ladder and chose a perch atop one on the towering bookcases, and the boy with the ice blue shirt stood, leaning against a bookcase by the open outside doors.
After a time, Amarette said, "Uneasy silences aren't really my thing. So do you wanna start, or should I?"
"You can if you want to," said the boy from on top of the bookcase.
"Okay then, who the," Amarette paused a moment, unsure whether or not to use curse words in front of the boys. Deciding against if, she began again, "Who are you guys? And I mean names, not occupations."
"I," the boy in the ice blue began with a deep and formal bow. "Am Sinthellocius, the 13th prince and child of the king of Zah Rin, Kingdom-City of the East."
"And I am his younger brother, Sythonelle!" The boy in khakis and sneakers called as he did a summersault from his perch to land smoothly on the ground. "14th prince and youngest child of the king of Zah Rin, Kingdom-City of the East," he smiled at Amarette. "But everyone calls us Syth and Sin, so you may do the same."
"Good to know," was the incoherently quiet reply that escaped the wide-eyed and mind-numbingly confused Amarette. "I think I can remember Syth and Sin," she cleared her throat. "Uh, next question: what are you? Because I certainly don't know many, what? Ten-year-olds? Who would jump out of a shattered window with a grin on his devilish little face," Amarette directed this last comment at Sin, who had been the one to save her from her plummeting descent to the pavement below the cathedral face.
"That's a funny way of saying `Thank you'," Sin sneered, ignoring the girl's question.
"I'm not ten," Syth pouted (not a very convincing action to accompany his statement, huh?).
Frowning, Amarette narrowed her eyes on Syth. He seemed like the easiest one to get information from. Noticing the calculating gleam in her eye, Sin's temper began to rise.
"We're demons. Both of us," Sin answered coolly, but with a tone that bit like a blade of ice.
"And we're both over 600,000 years old, little girl," the once again cheerful Syth stuck his tongue out at Amarette.
Amarette's eyebrows shot up as she looked the boys up and down. "600,000 huh? Boy did you guys miss a few growth spurts," she chuckled sarcastically.
"I don't fucking believe this," Sin rolled his eyes as he stepped out the double doors he was standing by.
"Aniki," Syth whined in concern as he quickly followed.
Amarette sat where she was, not sure whether to follow or not.... and did that kid just say `fuck'?
Sin didn't go anywhere but the porch, letting the cool salt air calm his temper. Looking to his left he saw his brother standing there, glaring at him.
"I know!" Sin sighed in exasperation. "This was my idea. I have to be patient," he sighed again. Syth nodded and headed back indoors. Sin paused before reentering. "Did the cosmos's last hope have to be a smart-ass?" he asked no one in particular, and followed his brother.
"Next question?" Amarette asked, receiving a nod from each of the twins. "What in the Hell beneath Earth do you want with me? What is so special about me? Why are guardian angels trying to kill me? Why are demon princes stalking me?" Sinthellocius sucked in a large breath of air and let it out slowly, making the small lock of blue-silver hair dance across his forehead.
"The world, as many see it, is just an illusion that blankets the Demon World, the real world. Few, if any, travel from one world to the other, preferring their lives as they are, especially in comparison with what the opposite world has to offer.
"This illusionary blanket was cast upon the Earth for the protection of both man and demon by God. Protection from what exactly? Themselves and each other of course, but also one greater, common enemy: The Archangels," Sin stopped.
"Before the illusionary blanket," Syth continued. "All was war and chaos. The Humans fought along side of the holy and righteous Archangels to rid themselves of the Demon's evil and sinful tyranny, only to be turned upon and used as slaves in God's name by the Archangels."
"Now," Sin took over the story once more. "Demons, although we do not love God by any means, do respect him. The Demons found the Archangels' vile actions a disgraceful form of sacrilege, and, for the first time before or since, took up arms against the Archangels in God's name.
"Battles raged on and on, putting the numbers of dead beyond count. When the time came for the deciding battle, it was evident that this would be the last. It wouldn't matter who would win or lose, everything would be gone. And so it was during this Final Battle that God began to weep," Sinthellocius stopped in the history again.
As if waiting for the cue, Sythonelle started up again. "In a last attempt to stop the destruction of all in creation, God himself froze the armies upon the field of battle. He pulled back His angels to Heaven and then looked at the world.
"Humans and Demons could never coexist peacefully. So from his tears, God created an intricately woven illusionary world, to cover the real one and hide it from his weakest and youngest children, the Humans. The Demons were left to themselves after that, in the dark and desolate reality that Humans and Angels would never see."
"They kept what was theirs and paid no thought to the arrangement, not surprised in the least that God had screwed them over on the real-estate deal," Sin interjected.
"And thus a type of balance was restored to the cosmos," Syth ended.
Amarette had been listening intently to the story. It had been very informative, but..."Where do I fit in?"
Syth smiled, not surprised by the question. "To have balance, you must have a balance point. For the cosmic balance between Heaven, Hell, and Earth, that point is known as the City of Rain," he explained slowly.
"City of Rain?" Amarette asked in confusion. The place sounded vaguely familiar, but nothing was ringing a bell per-say.
"The City of Rain," Sin expanded, "Is the place where all tears that are shed go. Not matter where, why, when, or by what or who, they all end up in the City of Rain to be kept by the Guardians of Relief." Amarette nodded her understanding (or lack there of).
"At the time of the Final Battle, something...happened," Syth began. "A tear was shed, not by God, but by God's first angel, Lucifer. This single tear was shed when even Lucifer was appalled by the actions of the beings of his and God's creations."
"This glistening jewel found its way to the City of Rain, but it was different," Sin took over, looking out the double doors, instead of at Amarette. "This tear...it was not a tear of liquid. It was of flesh and blood. It took the form of a young girl." Sin looked back to Amarette. "No one knows the next chapter of that forbidden story. All that is known is that now the girl escaped, and that the City of Rain is encased in a crystal barrier, throwing off the balance of the universe."
Amarette's comprehension skills caught up at this point. "You think that I'm...that girl?" she asked. "But I still don't understand how important she...I...am!" she complained.
"The illusionary world is made of God's tears, tears that never went to the City of Rain. This is permitted because he is God. Lucifer was an angel fallen from grace. He should not have been able to weep, but he did. The tear was a cosmic fluke, but because it happened when a new balance was being made, it was overlooked. The tear was passed into the City of Rain, an eternal home, but escaped to Earth. That tear, that girl, you are a danger to cosmic stability. You are the key to both destruction and salvation," Sinthellocius said quickly.
That didn't help much kid, Amarette thought to herself in misery. One thing did get explained to her however: `Lucifer's Tear' is what Malcolm had called her before he attempted to kill her. It also makes sense why he tried to kill her. `Cosmic fluke'? Guess God doesn't like leaving loose ends, she thought bitterly as she rose from her seat.
Syth and Sin just watched as she left the library and headed through the music room and out the double doors, towards the beach. There was a moment of silence before Syth spoke. "She's confused...and angry."
"Really? I hadn't noticed," Sin responded sarcastically, exiting the house by way of the library doors.
"We didn't do the best job explaining the last part," Syth called, bouncing behind his brother in pursuit.
"It's not like we can," replied Sin while kicking at some sand. "We don't know everything, and neither does Mondicos. There are things that only she knows. She just has to remember," he continued, looking up at the darkening sky.
Syth came up from behind and grabbed his brother's arm in a show of support. "I know, Aniki, I know," he whispered as the fiery red-orange sun sank behind the aquatic horizon.
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