Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ In the Ocean of my Heart ❯ My Fallen Children ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 6, My Fallen Children

A/N:

Christianity refers to the adversary of God as Satan. Gnosticism calls him Samael, meaning the "blind one." The Book of Enoch tells about the renegade angels who rejected God and attempted to take over the Throne of God for themselves. By rejecting God, Samael refused to Love God. Thus, he was no longer an angel, but became a fallen angel. Fallen angels are those angels who don't Love God. Samael was once part of the order of Seraphim, the highest-ranking angels closest to God's throne. Samael also held other high-ranking positions, eventually becoming full of pride. His pride and refusal to Love God both led to his fall from grace, I believe. The Book of Enoch says his fall occurred long before the creation or evolution of humanity. I recommend reading the Book of Enoch, as it tells many things left out of the Bible. Early Christians once accepted the Book of Enoch as cannon.

* * * Samael's POV, at the Ishitaru residence.

The gorgeous Egyptian teen, reclining on his couch, drank a bottle of his favorite Egyptian drink. "The Japanese can't brew beer as well as the Egyptians do," he grinned, savoring the beer's sweet taste.

Mariku relaxed, lifting a hand to brush his bleached blond tendrils out of his eyes. Born with such lightly colored hair, Mariku's complexion was unusual among Egyptians. His platinum hair, contrasted sharply against his dark skin color, the same as hue, as the burnished red Sahara sands, beaten and weathered by desert winds for millennia. The contrast of Mariku's bleached hair, framing his dark red, burnished face, highlighted by copper sheens, made him the ultimate paragon of Egyptian beauty.

Chocolate shadows were played in the darkened areas of his face, on the sides of his nose, below his eyes, and under his high cheekbones. Red ochre powder applied to the apples of his cheeks and lips, brought out the red-gold undertones of his skin. He also rimmed his exotic, slanted eyes with a thick line of kohl makeup, accenting them even more. He wore ancient Egyptian cosmetics, influenced by his older sister, Ishizu.

Like her, he also wore yellow-gold earrings and armbands to bring out the warm and luminous undertones of their skin, particularly red gold undertones like his, and plain gold undertones like hers. Both of them were fashion consciousness.

She walked into the living room, admiring her brother's well-applied makeup job, and matching jewelry. He glanced back at her with his piercing amethyst eyes, admiring her beauty as well. Dark locks black hair tumbled behind her back in long, straight pieces. Behind each ear, two tresses of hair, ringed with bright yellow-gold jewelry, fell in front of her narrow shoulders. Her thick, sunny gold circlet, faceted with its large, striking emerald in the middle of her forehead, brought out her golden undertones, in combination with her ringed tresses, made her skin glow luminously.

Ishizu wore a traditional Egyptian dress, made of cotton, cut below her shoulders, hemmed right above her ankles. Mariku wore a "Dishdashah" or "Thoub", a long sleeved one-piece dress that covered the whole body, a traditional piece Arabic clothing. //I'm glad he still wears the fashion of our culture; I hope he doesn't become Westernized// she thought to herself.

Rishid came in, dressing even more traditionally than Mariku. In addition to wearing the main Dishdashah" or "Thoub", he wrapped a white, cotton turban around his shaved head. He also wore the long, traditional cotton cape slung over his broad shoulders.

All three smiled at one another, feeling a sense of their culture together, being far from home. A knock on their door interrupted their harmonious moment. Rishid opened it to greet me.

"Good evening, my fallen children," I said unto them in such a cultured, gentlemanly manner, I stunned them, as I came in.

My gorgeous flame red hair, redder than the Earth's lava, cascaded down to my lower back, from my lovely high set hairline. My skin is made of porcelain, so white, delicate and pure like a China doll's face, I might fall apart at the very thought of you touching me. The angles of my face are soft, and my features so feminine, I'm often mistaken for as a gentle, elegant lady. My physique is so thin, and my frame so slender, I move about like a demure, well-cultured princess.

I wear a black trench coat over my delicate frame, which flairs outward towards the bottom, adding to my beauty and grace. Underneath my black trench coat, I wear a raven black blouse, made only of the finest silk, barely fine enough for a beauty such as myself. My pants are vinyl, shining brightly when the light hits the gathers right below my leather belt. Black, knee high leather boots come up on my legs, a few inches below my knees. The fronts of them are stitched with this fine, leather string. I don't wear anything, unless it is fit for a beauty such as me.

As I surveyed myself, reflected in the admiring gaze of my fallen children, I greeted them, smiling wryly.

Rishid and Ishizu returned my smile with awkward expressions on their faces.

Mariku gawked at me, wrinkling his nose, while he stuck his tongue out. //What an awful sense of fashion the infamous Samael has!//

I broke out into a gentle laugh, charmed his delightful expression. "Why do you gentlemen and ladies gaze at me so oddly?" I grinned, jesting with them.

"You dress terribly!" Mariku spoke up, impulsively.

Ishizu smiled nervously, covering her brother's mouth. "He means you're so elegant and gentle my lord, your reputation is not befitting for one such as yourself," explained Ishizu sweetly, also charming me with her Egyptian smile.

"Indeed," added Rishid in his deep, base voice. He gestured to Mariku, telling him to leave us. The teen gawked at me again, before he turned and left.

"Ah, I thank you for your compliments, dear children," I replied, politely. "Shall we be seated in the kitchen?"

"Of course, lord," chuckled Ishizu, grinning playfully at me.

"If I may inquire, you prefer red wine, slightly aged, do you not lord?" questioned Rishid, lowering his tattooed face as he spoke, to show respect.

I nodded to him, smiling. "Yes, please."

My children greeted me kindly, as always offering me a seat in the kitchen. I sat down, sipping the mellow wine Rishid offered me.

"So lord, what brings you here?" asked Rishid, settling down across the table from me.

"Must we rush into serious matters so quickly?" I said, teasing him gently.

He smiled slightly, losing his poker face for a second. "If you wish, lord."

Ishizu's laugh rang merrily, stirring my normally cold heart. Her very voice was music to my ears.

"Well," I began, clearing my throat. "All was well when suddenly, I detected a great outburst of love from some angels nearby. They are Uriel and Raphael, two of the great archangels who guard God's throne."

"This isn't good. No wonder you didn't wish to rush into serious matters," exclaimed Rishid, tersely. He growled under his breath, in the back of his throat. Anytime someone mentioned the archangels, it irritated him, as it did to most of the fallen angels.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, that is so," I stated, feeling my anger flare. "It is not they who concern me, though."

Rishid and Ishizu blinked several times, wondering whom it was.

"It's Michael." I hissed, swallowing my rage. His name incurred my wrath. I abominated him as much as I did God, for he is God's Warrior, the one who drove me out of Heaven, when I nearly claimed God's Throne.

Rishid and Ishizu froze, sensing my rage. I tried to mask it with a false smile.

"I apologize, I did not mean to frighten you two," I said, wearing my deceitful smile. "I fear Michael will awaken if he meets Uriel and Raphael."

"The only chance we have of disposing him is NOW, before he awakens, lord!" declared Rishid, showing his anger now.

"I know, I know. Since the cosmic battle against God occurred ages ago, he's been our only obstacle between God's Throne and our glory," I muttered bitterly, ruminating on the past.

"Our fallen brother and sister angels in hell, say Michael's strength surpasses that of even God himself," added Ishizu, sighing. She twiddled her fingers under the table, feeling restless.

"Our brethren said after the cosmic battle, Michael only used a fraction of his power to drive you out of Heaven, lord. Do you believe that's true, lord?" Rishid asked, with a slight throaty growl.

I sighed heavily, closing my eyes. "Perhaps. Speculating on his strength is of no use to us, right now. We MUST kill him before he awakens, or we'll lose our chance to usurp God's Throne, forever." I raised my voice on that last word, to emphasize how I felt.

"The problem is lord, which human has he incarnated as?" spoke Ishizu directly, getting straight to the point. She straightened her posture, trying not to twiddle her fingers.

"Let me think," I said, opening my eyes again. "After I created hell, he was never seen smiling. I imagine he'd be someone with a serious demeanor."

"How many humans are there in Domino like that?" I remarked feeling quite frustrated.

"Too many," grumbled Rishid, crossing his arms.

"I've been hired at Domino High as their new Arabic language teacher," mentioned Ishizu, thinking about the disposal of Michael. "If he was among the student body, I'd spot him immediately."

"Hmm, the new fall semester at Domino starts this Monday, that's in three days," realized Rishid, pondering.

"I hope we find him soon," I murmured, sighing again, as I finished my wine.