Author:
Kiya Sama
Title:
Waltz of A Demon (Prologue)
Warning:
AU, Major Angst, Violence, NCS, the use of the supernatural, use of many
catholic prayers, nothing too sacrilegious (hopefully), foul language, death.
Rating:
R-NC-17
Pairings:
2x4, 2+1, 13x6, 3x5, 3x5x2, hints of 3x5x1, hints of 5xSolo
Disclaimers: Do not own the Gundam Wing characters. Those belong to their
respective owners.
Author’s Notes: This story will be very dark, at least from the way it has been going
so far. This is not going to have a very nice Duo in it. I have tried to put
the characters back into the GW universe without the threat of war and all of
that. So this is a kind of what if? fic. I have spent some time studying
Catholics and their rites concerning exorcism and needless to say, learned some
very interesting things.
Redemption comes in the
simplest of ways…
PROLOGUE:
AC 180
Somewhere on the
streets of L2:
Hail Mary, full of grace,
The Lord is with thee,
The young woman walked a
little bit faster, low soundless heels clicking against the cobbled stones on
the dingy street.
Blessed are you amongst
women,
And blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.
Her burden shifted restlessly
in her hands, the rain beginning to pour down in torrents now, drenching her
skin. But she couldn’t give a damn.
Holy Mary, mother of God,
Pray for us sinners,
A lustful piercing scream of
anger disturbed the quiet night. The woman cringed in fear and disgust as she
practically ran now.
Now and at the hour of our
death,
She stopped in front of the
large, looming building. The welcoming lights from the sanctuary filled her
restless soul with an inner peace. Her burden bawled even louder. Strong tiny
legs kicking in protest, hit her chest and stomach. She winced inwardly at the
pain. He was too strong - too strong for her to control anymore.
Finally…I will find peace.
She dropped the burden
wrapped in a threadbare blanket onto the cold and slightly muddy street.
Reaching into the pocket of the plain and quite drab green dress she wore, she
brought out the dagger and raised it high above her head. Soaking wet locks of
chestnut framed the wan face as a wicked grin came upon her lips. Eyes of
darkest violet gleamed with seeming insanity, as hands got ready for the final
act.
“I will kill you,” she
muttered harshly. “I will kill you here, in the sight of God and all of
his angels to witness!! I will destroy you before you cause even more harm!!”
The burden suddenly stopped
its wails. Similar violet depths gazed back at the crazed-looking figure in
something akin to confusion.
But she saw otherwise. She
saw the ‘look’ and her hands trembled with the effort.
“No!! No!! You cannot control
me anymore!! I won’t let you!! I will kill you for good!!! GO BACK TO THE HELL
YOU CAME FROM!!!”
The scream was lost in the
rain, the droplets of blood coating the cobbled stones even as they were
silently washed away. The dagger clattered to the floor from limp fingers, the
heavy thud of a body hitting the ground filling the deadly calm.
The heavy sounds of the rain
continued, oblivious to the goings-on, when suddenly…
DING DONG! DING DONG!
…the melancholy sound of the
church bells rang.
The
And so had the burden, who
with a lustful cry announced his presence to the world.
Amen, dear Lord, Amen.