Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Of Heaven and Hell ❯ Prologue
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By: Ryo Angel 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Supernatural / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.31.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 938 | Visits: 768 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Supernatural / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.31.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 938 | Visits: 768 | Status: Completed
Prologue
Two hundred years of Hell. Feh! Two hundred, two thousand.
What's the difference? It is still not enough to kill me.
But it is enough to wipe out her existance. And for that,
I will stay. She is like a drug. Addictive, yes. But
dangerous. Oh. I have forgotten to introduce myself. I am
Darien Shields. Although I'm not sure in two hundred years
what it would be. My given name I have forgotten. I think
Japan would be a good place to start over, do you not agree?
It's been so long since I visited there. I'm talking randomly
now, I suppose. I hope you'll forgive me. It's been such a
long while since I had company and once a train of thought
catch up with me, it's a little hard to let go. Force of habit,
you know.
You wish to know who She is? Like I had said, she is like a
drug. True, I was addicted once, but I never did like drugs.
Too many shields. I prefer raw emotions all running wild.
She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Too bad
her soul and heart is as ugly as sin. Her hair is brown, the
color of chestnut I suppose. Her eyes are like the ocean. One
look and you're drowned in a sea of fire. Her red, pouty lips
always have a smile on them. She was beautiful, but oh, such
a tease. One moment, she was kissing you, and the next, she
would ignore you.
You're bored of hearing about her already? I'm astonished.
Usually, one would beg me to tell more. Me? I'm nothing
really, a mere unimportant little supernatural being. What
about me being a supernatural being? I was the illegimate
spawn of Lucifer back in the day when he used to raid the
local villages. After I was born, he took one look at me
and bathed me in his blood. Literally. He slit his wrists
and washed me in the blood pool. I can still feel the hot
burning liquid on my skin. But soon after that, he left me
alone with Mother. But that didn't last long. The village
children could tell that I was different, so I grew apart
from the rest of them. It was not hard on me, because
Father always did have a soft spot for me. Maybe it was
because he loved my mother. Or maybe because I bit him
when he was bathing me. Either way, he saw to it that I
was raised properly, well, as properly as due to the
prince of Hell.
Mother was worried about me. I could tell when she started
reading the bible more and more often. Especially during
the night. She was a wonderful woman, truely she was. But
after living with her for sixteen years, Father took me
back and killed her. I never saw her again. Maybe it was
because she was a God-fearing person and she went straight
to Heaven when she died. I'd always liked to think that.
Hell would have been no place for a beautiful woman like
her.
What of my life after her? Father took care of me, but not
a really good job. He was a lustful devil and often left me
alone in Hell with the bitches that he had killed soon after
taking them. They were all boring. Always after me to plea
for them to Father. But there was one that was quite nice
to me. She was beautiful like Mother, and was always there
when Father was up on Earth killing more bitches and whores.
I believe I have more stepmothers then any child has. And
stepfathers also. Like I had said, Father was a lustful
devil. She taught me how to look after myself up on Earth.
How to act, and how to hide my emotions from others. I
always believed that she was a lesbian, because she found
no interest in any of the men and only the women. But then
again, after living in Hell for thousands of years, you
would want a change of flavor.
I believe I was 2818 when I reappeared on Earth. It was
then that I met Her. She was only a babe. A mere flower
of four. But I knew something of love when she gave me a
single red rose with a smile. I often visited her afterwards.
I gave her many gifts, although all were from an anonymous
strangers. As she grew, she was brimming with goodness.
So much that I felt that I have to take some away. To
expose her to the dark side. But I fear I had succeed in
throwing her onto Father. After one night with him, she was
forever changed. Father didn't kill her, maybe it was because
he knew that I had liked her, maybe even loved her. But she
grew evil from that day on. Lustful. Dangerous.
Well, two hundred years time is nearly up. It is time I
reappear again on Earth. What has become of her? Haven't
you heard? She's the Devil's mistress now. Yes, she had
coupled with my Father. They even had a child together.
But that child was mortal. I had fun watching Father toss
him to the wolves of darkness. Had even more fun when he
survived. He was a whore also.
But he was beautiful. And for that reason alone, I will
assume his identity. Chiba Mamoru.
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Author's Notes: I've rewrote this story into a chapters.
It was the way I've originally wanted it anyways. Should
I continue?
Comments and criticism welcome.
Two hundred years of Hell. Feh! Two hundred, two thousand.
What's the difference? It is still not enough to kill me.
But it is enough to wipe out her existance. And for that,
I will stay. She is like a drug. Addictive, yes. But
dangerous. Oh. I have forgotten to introduce myself. I am
Darien Shields. Although I'm not sure in two hundred years
what it would be. My given name I have forgotten. I think
Japan would be a good place to start over, do you not agree?
It's been so long since I visited there. I'm talking randomly
now, I suppose. I hope you'll forgive me. It's been such a
long while since I had company and once a train of thought
catch up with me, it's a little hard to let go. Force of habit,
you know.
You wish to know who She is? Like I had said, she is like a
drug. True, I was addicted once, but I never did like drugs.
Too many shields. I prefer raw emotions all running wild.
She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Too bad
her soul and heart is as ugly as sin. Her hair is brown, the
color of chestnut I suppose. Her eyes are like the ocean. One
look and you're drowned in a sea of fire. Her red, pouty lips
always have a smile on them. She was beautiful, but oh, such
a tease. One moment, she was kissing you, and the next, she
would ignore you.
You're bored of hearing about her already? I'm astonished.
Usually, one would beg me to tell more. Me? I'm nothing
really, a mere unimportant little supernatural being. What
about me being a supernatural being? I was the illegimate
spawn of Lucifer back in the day when he used to raid the
local villages. After I was born, he took one look at me
and bathed me in his blood. Literally. He slit his wrists
and washed me in the blood pool. I can still feel the hot
burning liquid on my skin. But soon after that, he left me
alone with Mother. But that didn't last long. The village
children could tell that I was different, so I grew apart
from the rest of them. It was not hard on me, because
Father always did have a soft spot for me. Maybe it was
because he loved my mother. Or maybe because I bit him
when he was bathing me. Either way, he saw to it that I
was raised properly, well, as properly as due to the
prince of Hell.
Mother was worried about me. I could tell when she started
reading the bible more and more often. Especially during
the night. She was a wonderful woman, truely she was. But
after living with her for sixteen years, Father took me
back and killed her. I never saw her again. Maybe it was
because she was a God-fearing person and she went straight
to Heaven when she died. I'd always liked to think that.
Hell would have been no place for a beautiful woman like
her.
What of my life after her? Father took care of me, but not
a really good job. He was a lustful devil and often left me
alone in Hell with the bitches that he had killed soon after
taking them. They were all boring. Always after me to plea
for them to Father. But there was one that was quite nice
to me. She was beautiful like Mother, and was always there
when Father was up on Earth killing more bitches and whores.
I believe I have more stepmothers then any child has. And
stepfathers also. Like I had said, Father was a lustful
devil. She taught me how to look after myself up on Earth.
How to act, and how to hide my emotions from others. I
always believed that she was a lesbian, because she found
no interest in any of the men and only the women. But then
again, after living in Hell for thousands of years, you
would want a change of flavor.
I believe I was 2818 when I reappeared on Earth. It was
then that I met Her. She was only a babe. A mere flower
of four. But I knew something of love when she gave me a
single red rose with a smile. I often visited her afterwards.
I gave her many gifts, although all were from an anonymous
strangers. As she grew, she was brimming with goodness.
So much that I felt that I have to take some away. To
expose her to the dark side. But I fear I had succeed in
throwing her onto Father. After one night with him, she was
forever changed. Father didn't kill her, maybe it was because
he knew that I had liked her, maybe even loved her. But she
grew evil from that day on. Lustful. Dangerous.
Well, two hundred years time is nearly up. It is time I
reappear again on Earth. What has become of her? Haven't
you heard? She's the Devil's mistress now. Yes, she had
coupled with my Father. They even had a child together.
But that child was mortal. I had fun watching Father toss
him to the wolves of darkness. Had even more fun when he
survived. He was a whore also.
But he was beautiful. And for that reason alone, I will
assume his identity. Chiba Mamoru.
========================================================
Author's Notes: I've rewrote this story into a chapters.
It was the way I've originally wanted it anyways. Should
I continue?
Comments and criticism welcome.