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DEXTORIA DEVENGEL
(A/N: Please don't take any offense in the religious parts of the story if your christian or catholic! I'm also christian!) Also please listen to this while reading, it will add a bit of effect. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GckpThiYVJo) (ZelCarter's Story) Chapter 1 Black Orchard Here we are tonight, chasing light, as we lay in disdain. And you are so controlled that your body can't be tamed. As we run through, our feelings are something new, though the darkness is our fuse. Can't you here my cries? can't you here my voice? through this Orchard... of disdain. x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x "Who are we?" SILENCE "Will anyone come for us?" SILENCE "... We don't have parents do we?" ......... "... We're alone." "... YES." "... Yes... we are.. alone." x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x (Year 1951) Rain started to pour gently from the sky like a lullaby from heaven, the land covered in the moon's soft wake. "Tell me Malachai.... why does humans exist?" The dark souled boy spoke. The pale boy wore a black school uniform, carried by shorts and white knee-highs, a black button up jacket with a scolar button on the side, and blacknail polish. His bangs from his short pitch black hair stopped a little over his eyebrows and he had dark circles around his eyes that looked like he wore eyeliner. His height was about 3'10. The boy's caretaker looked up at him and laid his book down. "W-well Sire, the ummm," he gulped nervously. Speaking to his sire about such subjects were not easy nor made him feel comfortable, but he knew it was a test, to see if he would answer just the same as his Sire's friend. "Well the um known entity known as "God" created them." The boy's features did not betray any emotion as the name was spoken. He just continued to look out the window with his hands behind his back. "Sir-" "For what purpose?" He asked calmly. It was a test indeed. "... I-I.. uhh" Malachai gulped. "Well it says so in this 'Bible' that He wanted...." ".... No answer?" He nervously waved his hands "Wait! He made such creatures because... because..." "Children, Malachai." the boy kept his voice even. "Answer me this, what are we?" "Demons." Malachai this time did not falter. "But as you know sire, you are a Devil." ".. And does that mean you are the Devil's follower?" "I am YOUR follower." "Then am I birthed by the Devil himself?" The boy blinked his dark circle eyes slowly. No answer. "..... Goodbye Malachai." He took his eyes off the window and walked passedn his caretaker. "Wait!" though the boy did not stop. He hurried and arose then quickly walked after him. "Please sir ZelCarter forgive me of my ignor-" ZelCarter stopped and glanced at him with his cold heartless eyes. "Hold your tongue demon." He commanded then kept walking, leaving his abashed caretaker alone in the candle lit room. x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x ZelCarter, a five year old devil but with the intelligence of a fully grown man. A devil who is high ranked in his family, and who does not have any interest in God. All of his life he has watched humans from a far, watching their guardian angels protect them; watching them to learn, to question why such beings make clumsy mistakes, sin or how they even work. He watches them not in disgust, but for entertainment when he's bored or in annoyance of why they are not smart as he. Of course he himself would consider to never be like "Fools who walk the earth" but to be the being who empowers them. ZelCarter stopped and looked out the window to see a dove in a tree soaking wet, not able to fly. This dove reminded him of someone. Someone of whom he was not. "What are you doing?" Said a female who looked 20. She wore gothic interior, though had red back-length curled hair, red nail polish, and green eyes. "...Nothing of your business woman." She huffed at the reply and leaned against the wall. "Keep staring at that dove and it'll look like your in love with it." "..Yes, something you do not feel when you are sweating in bed with all kinds of men by your side." He said dully and opened the window. She blinked with widen eyes and crossed her arms tight. "At least I am not a foolish boy who wants to be Satan." He made no reaction, but simply took the dove out of the rain and closed the window. "... I could never be Satan." He said calmly, drying off the bird with his sleeve. She blinked, a bit taken back. "And why not?" ZelCarter was not the person to say that he can't be anything. ".. Because. I would never become a fool as him." She crossed her arms tighter, but said nothing. "... You reek of men's body fluids." he stated in a matter of fact, "This conversation is over. Goodbye Maleinia." He then walked off, caressing the dove. She grimaced in his leave. "Little asshole." x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x ZelCarter sat down on his bed, laying the dove down on his pillow. He did not care for such living things other than himself or his friend, but the only acceptable options , which were doves, ravens and his hound. Other than that everything could fall in the abyss, and he would not bat an eyelash. It was who he was, and it was something he did not mind. He sat there, watching the rain pour on the windows. Not really caring if it stopped or if it kept going, but deep inside he wondered if his friend was doing the same. Watching the rain was calming he admitted, but it also held pain. The Black Orchard. The Black Orchard outisde the castle held a memory of hate and sorrow. Three years ago on Christmas eve, the person he loved as a grandmother died of cancer, she was not an angel, demon, nor devil so she couldn't have survived. She was the first and only human ZelCarter came to love. He took her to the Black Orchard where they played and talked, but on that day they decided to spend their first time sleeping there. ZelCarter not knowing this was her last day. They rested without disturbance, but only peace. Though when he awoke the next day she stayed asleep, even for countless hours, that evening he knew she was gone and away from his grasp forever. As on that day he cursed God for making such a weak body for her, but most of all he cursed himself for letting her die in such a horrid place. The home of disdain. x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x to be continued. Next release date: Feb 18th
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