Disclaimer: I don’t own them and never will. Note: To the SDDI, Duo, will not be in the prologues other then his own and Heero’s. Duo will be in the main story.
For thousands of years angels have lived in the heavens. A serene place that most creatures, mortal or immortal, would love to see, the only creatures that didn’t were demons. The angels and the demons were sworn enemy and had been since as long as anyone could remember. Only angels were allowed to see heaven, which annoyed the demons to no end.
Several demons had started a war, a clash between the powers of good and evil. This was known as the Celestial Wars. The angels were able to drive the invading demons away from there home, but this was not an easy thing to do.
Many deaths occurred as a result of the battle. Demons and angels alike perished before the demons retreated back to their home in the under world. Before the demons left one of them turned to the angels and yelled that someday an angel would fall and that is when the demons would take it.
The angels laughed at the crazy demon’s comment, all except one. An Arch-Angel known as Heero. He was considered the hero of this war, widely known as the most powerful of all the angels. Heero was worried about the demon’s prophecy, several angels had gone bad, that was true, but none of them had ever retained there halo and wings, or their angelic powers.
Celebrations started and Heero tried to forget about the demon’s warning. In time he got so swept up in the twenty year long celebration he did forget about the demon’s warning of the danger to come. The angels dismissed it as a crazy demon trying to scare them and thought of it no more.
One thousand years later, in the year 300 A.D, Heero looked around the heavens in mild annoyance. One of the novice angels had actually had the nerve to steal his sword. The thought that he hadn’t noticed it happen made him angrier with himself then at whichever angel stole the sword.
Closing his eyes Heero reached out with his power in attempts to find his missing weapon. A soft glow surrounded his body as his power searched the heavens. His mind’s eye caught a glimmer of responding power about a mile to the east of him, his sword.
Heero’s eyes snapped open as he smiled in triumph. Spreading his large snowy white wings he took to the air and flew to where he had tracked his sword. Landing softly next to the novice angel that was looking at his sword, he tapped the novice on the shoulder. The novice angel jumped, and spun around.
Heero looked the sword over, it had a beautifully carved golden hilt with a ruby set in the middle. The sword was defiantly his, a trace of his power radiated from the sword. The novice angel looked up at the Arch-Angel ashamed. The Arch-Angel Heero did not have a very good record when it came to punishment, he was ruthless. Or at least that is the rumors that the angel had heard.
Cobalt blue eyes looked over the novice angel. Heero frowned when he saw the shame and fear written all over the small angel’s face. The Arch-Angel took his sword from the novice and examined it, there was nothing wrong with it, Heero smiled, startling the other angel.
“I bet you have heard rumors about me?” Heero asked calmly.
“Well … yeah,” the angel murmured.
“Well trust me, that is what they are, rumors, now go before I make those rumors a reality.”
The small angel yelped in fear before fleeing the scene. Heero chuckled at the kid’s fear of him. It was sad that rumors had been started about him, most of them were completely crazy. He wasn’t even sure he had heard all of them but he had heard that he was in love with the angel Relena. Heero shuddered, that girl never did give up.
Sheathing his sword he went back to what he was doing before he had gone off in search of his sword, observing the earth. The mortals were boring as usual, but it wasn’t them he was looking at, he was looking at the immortals. Mortals were intelligent, but it was amazing that they could look over an immortal with out noticing him of her.
Something caught the Arch-Angel’s eye. It was obviously a vampire, but there was something different about this vampire. He had violet eyes that danced with light and laughter. Strangely enough the vampire was out in the dead of day. This vampire had another thing to surprise Heero, around his neck, hung a cross. This was no ordinary vampire, and Heero was intrigued by the strange vampire.
Spreading his wings Heero decided to do something he hadn’t done for years, descend to the earth. It was madness, no angel had descended in years, fear of the demons had held them back. Heero had seen, fought, and won against demons. They did not frighten him in the least, he just had never really wanted to descend.
Heero dived off the side of the cloud, dropping. Half way down he spread his wings to slow his descent. Flapping rapidly Heero managed to stop his fall to the earth. Looking down Heero spotted a forest where he could land with no mortals seeing him. Flying down to the earth he dodged trees as the came into his flight path.
Landing softly on the dirt of the earth he flinched slightly, he had not been to the earth in such a long time it seemed strange to be down here again. Looking around Heero made sure no creature had seen him, once he was satisfied that no one had seen him he called upon his power again. A soft glow surrounded Heero, when it faded he was dressed in normal clothing and his wings and halo were gone. Happy with himself, Heero turned to leave the forest.
Vampires were known as things to be feared. The mortals thought they were evil and cruel. Immortals pretty much left Vampires alone. Almost every vampire was at one point a mortal, which is what truly frightened the mortals, the fact that they could become one of these unholy creatures.
However, must vampires were neither good nor bad, they just were. They were born from the shadows and were cursed to live in them. Only the strongest of the vampires could stand the sun for a few minutes. However, the strongest and the vampires with pure hearts untainted by hate for their existence, could venture out into the sun.
There were only two vampires that could venture out into the night. An incredibly old vampire by the name of Draper could roam the day, but he preferred the night. The second vampire’s name was Duo. He had a dark past that no one knew about. A fun loving vampire that loved to talk. Although intelligent he did not show it much because he did not want to scare away anyone. People trusted a fun loving mildly smart person more then a genius as he quickly found out.
It was Draper that helped bring up Duo, and it was only those two that felt the earth shudder as the angels and demons battle. They watched it from below as the sky lit up brilliantly as the forces collided. In the end they learned that the angels won due to a angel’s fighting skills. One angel had managed to slip through the demons defenses and slay the leader.
When the demons returned to earth the vampires questioned them, all the demons said was the angel’s name was Heero. Duo thought it was amusing that the hero of the angels’ name was Heero. The demons fled to the underworld once again. After that day neither demon nor angel set foot on earth again.
Duo lived in a small house near a forest. It was a quiet town that was perfect for feeding. No one really noticed there was a vampire in their town. Whenever Duo fed he made sure to leave his victim alive so no questions were asked. Duo, being able to go out in the day, was never questioned about being a vampire.
In the year 300 AD all the immortals felt a new presence among them, one that had not been felt for at least 1000 years. An angel had landed on the earth. Duo could not pinpoint were though. He quickly assumed that it was a novice angel who had foolishly fallen or an Arch-Angel that was making sure that the mortals were doing okay. Duo fiddled with the cross the hung around his neck, whatever the angel was it was a strange.
All the immortals had assumed that no angel would descend ever again, which was unfortunate. With the fleeing of all angels on earth, including the Guardian Angels the mortals had lost something. Any immortal could see how the mortals eyes had dimmed, and worried, immortals were supposed to watch the mortals. While most immortals could only see the change the vampires could taste it. The blood of humans had changed drastically. A smile tugged at Duo’s lips, maybe the angels were getting brave again and the mortals would finally regain what they had lost. Or maybe it was a fluke, no matter what it was it brought hope into Duo’s mind. Whoever this angel was, he thanked him for the mortals’ sake, and hoped that all would be well again, just like it was so long ago …
Werewolves, creatures that were not quite mortal and not really immortal so they were considered both. That put them in a class of their own. They were supposed to turn into a wolf whenever the moon was full, but that wasn’t entirely true. They could become the wolf whenever they wanted.
There was always a feud between werewolves and the fey. No one truly knew how it started but they were considered enemies. Mothers told their children stories about the evilness of the fey. They were never to be trusted. The fey held otherworldly power and they would use it against any of the werewolves at a moment’s notice. However the fey were allergic to gold and that gave the wolves the upper hand.
Trowa, often recognized as maybe the bravest of all the werewolves, had slew ten of the fey kind. He was an expert at it and no wolf dared cross him. He was known for his emotionless expression. Some guessed that is why the fey could not control his mind.
Once again a fire ceremony had been called together and once again Trowa left early. He was tired of hearing about the evil fey and how they would kill you in your sleep. Sure he had, had some bad experience with the fey but they weren’t even a challenge to kill.
Trowa sat down in a clearing in the forest. There was truly nothing to do. He looked up to the stars, counting them idly. He had always wondered how many stars you could see in one night and it helped pass the time.
Raising his hands in front of his face, Trowa sighed. No matter how many fey Trowa killed it satisfied him. He was out for revenge, plain and simple. One of the fey had killed his sister, Catherine. His parents had been dead as long as he could remember.
He squeezed his eyes shut trying to block out the painful memories. He had been there when the fey had killed his sister and he had been helpless to stop it. If only he could have done something. But he had made a fatal mistake. He had looked directly into that fey’s eyes. When he did that his entire world just didn’t seem to matter to him anymore. Trowa had then watched the fey walk over to his sister and drive a sword through her heart. As soon as had snapped back to reality the fey was gone.
“Seems to me that you are more upset with yourself then my race,” a soft voice called to him and made Trowa look up. Sitting on one of the tree branches was a petite male with blond hair and bright eyes. He seemed to glow.
Trowa cursed himself at the fact that he hadn’t noticed the fey. Now that he was paying attention he was well aware that the fey had been there since right after he had sat down. Trowa growled at the fey and climbed to his feet. All the fey did was frown at him.
Author’s Note: Happy belated birthday Chihaya! This part is dedicated to you!