Hello everyone! Today I’ll be sharing the story of how we met!! Massive cw for descriptions of blood, gore, slight intimacy. You have been warned!!
Aaron’s life was a simple one. Each day, they received prayers from the local townsfolk, healed the sick and injured, and managed their modest home. The village of Haindorf was virtual unknown, completely isolated. For their 30 years of life, nobody seemed to know their secret outside of town. The citizens were mainly farmers, living away from everyone else and hardly leaving town. Humble folk with no reason to gossip and gab, especially with their secret gem. There was a sense of pride knowing their run of the mill town hosted an angel.
Yet, there seemed to be an exaggeration of their abilities through the town. They could heal those on the brink of death, bleeding and approaching the gates of heaven. Blood loss could be halted with a wave of their hand, pain dissipating with just a snap, terminal illnesses vanishing with ease! However, they were far from a miracle worker. They listened to prayers to comfort villagers, but in reality had few ways to answer them. If a threat were to arrive, they have absolutely no combat skills. Their physical immortality would save them, and only them.
Mindlessly they watered their plants, humming softly to themselves. Something about seeing life around them flourished eased their tumultuous heart. Stagnation caused great worry in them, for they greatly feared for those around them. Visions of destruction clouded their dreams as of late. Aerin turned to face the window, seeing the sun set, the blossoming rays of sun kissing the heavily forested horizon. They sighed, brushing their bouncy brunette bangs out of their face. A cold wind drifted in, sending chills down their spine. “Is tonight the night?...” They mumbled, their fingers dragging down the cool window glass. A loud knock on the front door broke them from their thoughts.
“Miss Aaron! I’m here for my appointment! May I come in?”
“Ah, of course! Have a seat, I’ll brew some tea alright?” They replied, shuffling over to the kitchen counter. A tall, tanned farmer walked in. His build was brawny and he was far from clean cut. Youthful optimism beamed from his features, he flopped into a kitchen chair casually. Propping up his chin on his knuckles, he smiled widely at Aaron.
“Thank you for taking me in so late, sorry I had to herd the cattle in later than expected!” Aerin placed logs into the stove, igniting them. The iron stove grew hot quickly, prompting them to place the kettle on the flame. Hiding their wistful expression, they returned the young man’s cheeky grin.
“Oh it’s no problem whatsoever, that sprain is some serious business! Please make yourself comfortable okay?”
“Thank you, little angel! You’re quite the hospitable young lady..” He said with a wink. Their gut lurched with nausea. The fake smile became even more difficult to maintain.
“I suppose.. Let me grab the stool real quick, we can prop up that foot and get started! Afterwards I’ll treat you to some chamomile.” Aaron scurried off, eager to get some space.
Atop a cliff nearby the village, Herr Doctor, Zorin, and a dozen ghouls stared at the tiny little town. Herr Doctor grinned, peering down his binoculars.
“Haindorf… Herr Major was correct, what a perfect little town to test your powers frau Zorin!” Zorin scoffed, crossing her arms.
“What do you mean? It’s nothing but a tiny, forgotten useless little farm town! There’s hardly anyone living here, let alone anyone strong enough to face me. This is bullshit Herr Doctor.” He chuckled, waving off Zorin’s concerns.
“Ah, but you see Zorin, that is why Haindorf is perfect! A town full of only 1,000 residents, all who never leave this patch of dirt. Nobody knows this little area even exists, and nobody will know when it disappears. 1,000 bodies to make 1,000 ghouls, it’s a lovely place to expand our depleted zombie vampire forces! And, most importantly: you can go absolutely wild with your powers here, without concern for our identity being discovered! Your bloodlust won’t let you say no, and you know it.” Zorin paused, mulling over his words. “And, won’t it be most fascinating to see what damage just 12 ghouls can do? We’ve changed our methods of turning ghouls since WW2, so the results should be absolutely fascinating to observe…” Zorin sighed, grabbing her scythe and slinging it over her back.
“You know what Herr Doctor? You make a damn good point, I can’t say no to that. Tell me, when am I in the clear to do some killing?” He chuckled, motioning at the ground below the cliff.
“When you hit the ground below us, anything that moves is fair game!”
“Ha! If you insist, nothing but carnage shall remain.” She turned to her ghouls, smiling maniacally. “Men! Leave nothing behind, I want nothing but corpses left. But remember, let me have some fun too ja?” They all saluted dutifully.
The farmer’s foot glowed in a golden light, flowers blooming on the injury. Aerin’s wings expanded, their eyes closing and their halo shining brightly. “Oh great Lord Almighty above us, please lend me your strength. Let me heal this good hearted man, erase his pains and ailment, and let him walk as he used to. I plead with you my Lord to grant me the power needed, amen.” Their small hands clasped in prayer, letting their angelic abilities work their magic. He looked at them in awe, it was as if a Renaissance era angel had appeared before him. Golden light shone off their fluffy white wings, as if heaven itself shone down on them. Their hands fell to their sides, the glow gradually fading. Aaron’s eyes fluttered open, examining the man before them. Without a word, they turned around and went back to the stove. They extinguished the flame, grabbing some teacups afterwards.
“Does it hurt to move?” He wiggled his ankle, gasping in surprise.
“Wow! It’s like it was never injured! That’s incredible! Thank you, holy shit..” He looked at his foot in awe, the bruising was completely gone. Aaron filled the two cups, setting them on the table.
“I’m glad to hear that! Sprains are very easy fixes, although if you don’t tend to them they can get worse. I understand farming brings lots of sprains and breaks, so if anything at all happens again please feel free to come back.” Aaron replied, sipping their tea. They snapped their fingers, their wings and halo completely disappearing. He nodded, partaking in some tea as well.
“Thank you, I’ll definitely keep that in mind! My vater is getting far too old to run the place, so I think with me being out there more, I’ll definitely get hurt plenty more.” He paused, staring at the angel in front of him. “Hey Miss Aaron?”
“Why do you heal people? And why have you stayed here all this time?” Aerin was visibly caught off guard. They averted their gaze, refusing to meet his eyes.
“I...Just don’t like seeing people hurt I suppose, if I have these abilities why let them go to waste? And, I suppose moving would mean having to hide what I am, and I’m not sure if I’m smooth enough to pull it off. Besides, I don’t like the city too much.” He nodded, placing his empty cup down.
“You’re a good person Aaron.” As he spoke, he reached out, placing his hand on their cheek. They immediately veered away from his hand. He retracted back, placing his hands in his lap. “You’re 30 years old Aaron, do you ever think about men?” This wasn’t the first time this sort of conversation had been brought up by their patients. Regardless of how much it was discussed, it was never not awkward.
“Thank you, and yes I do. However, as an angel my focus shouldn’t shift to something so frivolous.” A loud crash erupted their conversation, followed by a barrage of screams. The pair rose from their seats, rushing to the window to inspect. What they saw horrified them.
It all happened so fast. A hoard of Millenium ghouls ravaged a screaming group of villagers, mauling them mercilessly. Blood pooled on the ground, splattering against the grass. Bodies that were once lifeless rose up, fangs desperate for blood protruding from their mouths. The undead townspeople ransacked the surrounding houses, leaving nobody alive. Few gunshots went off, bullets were unnecessary for the undead army. The strength of the monsters alone was enough to overpower their victims. Ghouls noticed them staring through the window, turning their attention to them.
“There’s no time to ask, we NEED to go now!” Aaron cried, pulling him up and running off. They rounded the corner, approaching a staircase. “Clearly they have the ground level covered, we have to go up on the roof! I’ll fly us out of here okay? Do NOT panic! We will be okay! I promise.” Light swept over Aerin, their wings sprouting out of their back. The overall dress they wore transformed into an elegant white gown, adorned with a crucifix below the breast. Their skirt fluttered as they bounded up the stairs. Then, the front door came crashing down, the soldiers stunned by what was in front of them.
“Zorin! Please come here, there’s something you’ve got to see.” A soldier hollered, cocking and loading his pistol. Quickly he pulled the trigger, shooting at Aaron’s leg. The bullet shot right through their kneecap. Loudly they howled in pain, stumbling down the stairs.
“Ah fuck!!” They wailed, clutching their knee as they landed. The monsters encroached closer, chuckling maniacally. Blood poured from the joint, pooling around them.
“Aaron!!” Their patient cried, starting to run down the stairs towards them. More gunshots erupted, splattering across his whole body. Helplessly he collapsed, rolling down beside them.
“Shit! Why would you come back? You had a chance to escape! I’ll hold them off, if you can move, go! NOW!” Aaron snapped their fingers, a large dagger appearing in their hand. They shakily rose up, charging at the armed ghouls. Wordlessly, with a harsh kick they were knocked back down, the weapon flying out of their hand. Watching the event, he scrambled to crawl up each step.
“You’re lucky we didn’t kill you, I think Herr Zorin will enjoy slicing those pretty little wings off! Oh, I guess it’d be more painless for us to finish you! What a tragic end for a pathetic creature like you.” The ghoul bellowed, relishing in Aaron’s pain.
“Dammit! I knew I was weak, but for once I wish I was strong! What is up with these guys?! Since when do vampire zombies freaking exist? And why this town?” They thought to themselves.
“Who the hell is Zorin?!” They snapped, blood dribbling down their lips. And with perfect timing, Zorin strutted in. Her army stepped aside, allowing her to pass through. Aaron’s eyes widened, curiously examining the woman in front of them.
“Well, I’ll be damned! At first I thought I’d have to kill someone for insubordination, but look at you! I’ve never seen a weak little animal like you..” Zorin extended her scythe, tilting up Aaron’s chin. They trembled in fear. It felt like her eyes pierced their soul.
“Why are you people here? And why would you kill so many innocent people?” They weakly asked, tears pricking at their eyes. “Is this a game to you?” Zorin stared deeply at Aerin, fascinated by what was in front of her. Doe eyes captured her attention, a weak, defenseless creature sat in front of her. The way their shaggy brunette hair framed their face, how the halo illuminated their pale skin, how their skirt rode up and displayed their soft pale legs. Aaron was downright fascinating.
“That man running away, valuing his life over yours, is he a good person?” Aaron bit their lip, hesitating.
“A literal angel, frail and weak, bleeding yet with a high chance of survival, was abandoned by him. Yet you think he is good? He’s like every human, cowardly and pathetic. Nobody here is innocent, we did the world a favor. Gave them purpose, to die with honor and glory. Absolutely this is a game, and we are WINNING! Tell me, what are you doing? Winning, or losing?” Zorin placed her palm on their forehead, an eye appearing on her hand. Aerin didn’t move a muscle. Instantly their life flashed before them, tears rolling down their cheeks. Each moment quickened their heart rate, every memory and evil thought breaking them further. “Tell me, how does it feel being used by humans? Them keeping you around for your gift only? Is this god’s will?” Zorin reached into her holster, pulling out a pistol. “What is your will, angel?” Aaron’s breathing shook, reaching for the gun.
“I...I want to live for myself.. I don’t want to be here anymore.”
“Millenium will have a place for you, all we ask is for you to kill that man.” Zorin whispered, helping them stand. Their knee has already started to regenerate, making it far easier to walk. Aerin looked up the long stairway, seeing him pathetically crawling out of the window. An index finger over the trigger, eyes full of vengeance, they aimed for the head. Zorin’s hands overlapped Aerin’s, steadying their aim. “Eins, zwei… Drei.” She whispered.
Aaron twiddled their thumbs nervously, walking beside Zorin as they went deeper into Millenium HQ. Soldiers walked closely behind them, making their anxiety grow exponentially. They approached a large doorway that lead to the main corridor. Zorin glanced down at the meek little angel, smirking.
“You’re a strange one, you know that right?” They shyly met her eyes.
“Y-you think so? How come?”
“I kill your precious town, make you kill what I presume to be a friend, and you gleefully come into the most dangerous zone in Germany? You look more shy than terrified.”
“Ah, well to clarify, I… Wanted to kill him. We were far from friends, just another patient. Another body I maintained for the ‘greater good’.. I felt, in control. I suppose I’m grateful for that. So, I guess I should be thanking you really. I needed a kick in the ass to see what I wanted.” Zorin raised an eyebrow.
“You do realize that Herr Major might see you as useless, and just turn you into a mindless ghoul right?” Aerin smiled sadly.
“I guess that is possible isn’t it? Well, I guess I’ll just ride it out and see what happens. I have to admit, this is the most excitement I’ve had in my life thus far. That town was rather dull..” She let out a laugh, patting Aaron’s back harshly.
“You’re pretty pessimistic for an angel you know, I thought people like you would be all holier than thou n’ shit.”
“I suppose, however, despite being captured by vampires, I find your company pleasant. I’ve found this whole situation rather comforting.” Aaron blushed, covering their mouth after speaking. “Ah, sorry if that sounded strange! I’m looking forward to meeting this ‘herr major’ fellow.” She swung open the door, allowing Aaron to enter first.
“You have a weird definition for comfort.” Zorin mumbled, smiling to herself. The room was massive. The ceiling was incredibly high, large chandeliers hanging above and brightening the spaces. Walls were tall and metal, making the room feel very industrial. In the center, Herr Major sat in a large chair, beside him stood Hans and Schrodinger. The room felt incredibly ominous, the atmosphere weighing on Aaron’s shoulders. Taking a deep breath, they approached Herr Major. They swallowed, smiling politely. Herr Major grinned wide, rising from his chair and enthusiastically shaking their hand.
“Wunderbar! Just look at you, an angel in the flesh! I’ve seen many fascinating creatures in my day, but you are biblical! I am Montana Max, but please refer to me as Herr Major ja?” He cheered, downright giddy to meet them. His enthusiasm struck fear into them, outward kindness being an immediate red flag.
“Wow, thank you for all the pleasantries! You flatter me too much, it's a pleasure to meet you Herr Major. I do hope I can be of some use here.” He released their hand, slipping back into his seat, pushing up his glasses.
“Oh, but you will dear fraulein. I heard quite a few interesting things about you, but I want you to explain what you can do ja? Are you just a human with a pair of wings?” They shook their head, stretching out their fingers.
“I suppose the defining characteristic of mine would be healing. I’m able to heal any wound, as many times as needed. I’m immortal, as well! I’m able to have future premonitions through my dreams, but they can also happen during consciousness. I’m able to fly as fast as a plane, and… Well I haven’t really experimented with much anything else.” Their heart sunk to their feet, realizing just how meager their powers were. But then, they remembered something important. “After daily treatments from my powers, people who receive them grow dramatically stronger, in multiple ways.” Herr Major’s interest peaked.
“Really now?... Well, medics aren’t necessary really when dealing with the undead ja? Your abilities seem more defensive than anything. However, I do have a possible solution to your faults!~” He cheered, pointing at Herr Doctor. “Herr Doctor, could you explain please?”
“Of course sir! Through years of observation and studying, we’ve discovered that turning supernaturally gifted beings into vampires can increase their abilities, and also grant them new ones. Now, if we apply this logic to you, there’s a good chance you could grow significantly stronger!” Aerin’s heart nearly stopped. Images of his army mindlessly mauling corpses flooded their mind. Blood stained cheeks, their mouths greedily feasting, looking like lions gorging on gazelles. Becoming an animal of that low pedigree frightened them deeply.
“Wait, you want to turn me into a vampire?..” Aerin’s hesitation was evident in their features. Herr Major laughed devilishly.
“Ja, but do not fret little angel! You will not revert to a mindless ghoul, you’ll be the same! Just more powerful, and with a sliiiiiightly changed appetite. Or, you could opt to be a ghoul instead. The choice is yours fraulein.” Herr Major cooed. Everyone looked at Aaron expectantly. Their mind was racing.
“Do I really serve any purpose as an angel?... What’s even holding me back? Being this way brought me into fruitless subservience. Maybe, maybe this will bring me some sort of fulfillment.” They took a quick look at Zorin, she stared at them expectantly. Her smirk made their stomach do somersaults. “I want to understand her more, I don’t know why though. Perhaps being like her will grant me that pleasantry.” Aaron thought to themselves. Taking a deep breath, they nodded.
“I’ve made my choice, I want to become a vampire.” Herr Major gasped, slowly clapping.
“Wunderbar! Excellent choice mein fraulein, you will not regret it! I’m excited to see the results. Zorin, if you could get the ball rolling?” Without a second thought, Zorin wrapped her arms around the angel, using one hand to tilt back their head. Aaron braced themself, fear enrapturing them. Zorin’s lips ghosted by their ear.
“Shh, mein engel, I think you will enjoy this more than you think.”
“Ah-” Her words set Aaron ablaze, making them lean into Zorin’s embrace. This woman, who slaughtered countless, took them to a cursed organization, and is now corrupting an angel, was all Aaron wanted in that moment. Her nails dug into their back, her fangs piercing their delicate flesh. They moaned, holding onto Zorin shakily. Her tongue snaked all over the bloody skin, hungrily swallowing each drop. The pain was indescribable, yet pushed them into ecstasy. Aerin’s eyes closed, their hand keeping Zorin’s face pressed against them. Black aura began to surround their wings, their eyes glowing red. Fangs emerged from their mouth, pushing a groan out of them. Slowly, Zorin pulled away, blood running down her chin. Her long tongue flopped out, gathering the remaining driblets on her face. She stood back, admiring her work. Aaron examined their arms, eyes covering their skin. They swallowed nervously. Instantly it was as if they were listening to everyone in the room talking at once, despite no one speaking. They gasped, realizing they had already gained a more than useful power.
“How does it feel Aaron? Hearing everyone’s thoughts?’ Zorin asked, smirking proudly.
“While I was taking your blood, I got premonitions of what abilities you were granted, you’re VERY welcome by the way.” Zorin winked. “Although, it was very worth it, angel blood is fucking decadent.” Aaron blushed, feeling the wound on their neck.
“Ah.. I’m glad to hear that I suppose..”
“Excellent work frau Zorin! Please, do inform us what you’ve given them.”
“Ja Major, it would be mein honor. For you see, now they can turn invisible along with anything they touch along with gaining the most impressive eyesight, while also keeping their angelic abilities. Along with that, they are now under mein control, look at the tattoo on their hand!” Zorin was correct, a large star tattoo on the top of their hand that matched the one on Zorin’s forehead.
“Wunderbar! Despite them definitely not being soldier material, I think they would be a great informant, and also a perfect fit to be your subordinate. Aaron, does that sound like a position you could manage?” Aaron was in complete shock. Their new abilities may not be offensive, but for once in their life they felt genuinely useful, Aaron nodded happily, genuinely smiling.
“I would love to, Herr Major.”
“And with that, Millennium has an angel on their side! Now, since you’re Zorin’s dutiful subordinate, I want you two to share quarters. Is that clear you two?”
“Ja Major.” With that, the pair walked away. Herr Doctor kneeled beside Herr Major, whispering into his ear.
“Herr Major… Forgive me for asking, but why did we take them in? We don’t need some angel informant, our vampire army does that just fine.” Herr Major giggled, rising from his seat, standing in front of Her Doctor.
“Because Herr Doctor, everyone needs a plaything ja? Did you see Zorin around them? This wll be most fascinating to watch.”
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