☆Kazrl♡

EONS AGO

[Y/N] stood in front of several angels that were standing in her way as well as the gates of Heaven that wouldn't open for her. She eyed them all with anger and betrayal especially towards one.

One that she never thought would betray her.

He did.

The last memory she had was of feeling cold and lifeless in her home. She remembers seeing her little brother above her with tears in his eyes as his voice faded from her ears. He was the only person that was always by her side. She would miss him a lot. That was when she was on earth.

After that, she woke up in a dark place. The sky that used to be baby blue with white clouds all over now was black with red clouds. She was confused as to what this place is. She got up and walked around to see it so deserted. No one else was there.

Only her.

She felt so alone.

She sighed as she ran her finger thru her hair but stopped once she noticed something different. She gripped on her ears? She gasped as she tighten her grip and felt her body feel some sort of tingle. She let go of it but then she noticed something behind her. She slightly turned to see fluffy, white tails.

Tails?!

She had nine tails attached to her back. Her eyes widen as she twirled around like a dog trying to catch its tail. She stopped as she was getting a headache of all this. This was just too confusing for her. She didn't know where she was at and now she had ears and tails.

She knew that standing here wouldn't help her so she decided to look around this place that would soon be her home.

After a few years, she found out that was in hell or what she calls it "Wrathifuca". She became Queen of Wrathifuca since she was the first one that had shown up and decided to make this her own place to rule. Several more years, more sinners showed up that eventually became her warriors. She was vicious, powerful yet understanding.

Well, sometimes.

Most of them wanted to duel her for her crown which she gave everyone a chance to take her throne.

None never could.

Wrathifuca and Heaven would always butt heads.

Until he came along.

[Y/N] had gone up to Heaven for a meeting with God. She didn't like being in Heaven. She felt like an outsider, a freak. They all were so nice and sweet to her. She knew that most of people had good intentions but there were certain ones that didn't.

She had the meeting with God alongside some higher ups that disliked her. The meeting didn't last long since her nor God ever came to an understanding.

As she made her way out, she bumped onto someone. She was about to fall until she felt arms around her waist, making her avoid falling on her ass. She cursed under her breath at how stupid she must of looked.

"You know that you shouldn't curse when your up here." A dark, cocky voice was heard.

She rolled her eyes as she looked up at her savior which caused her to stop her breathing.

She met these eyes. These gold-colored eyes that were staring into hers.

"What you falling for me already Queen of Wrathifuca?"

His comment made her scoff as she pushed him away, keeping a distance from him.

She glanced at him before walking off, wanting to go back home but once she took several steps, her head met his chest. She groaned as she was gonna step away once again, but she felt her body being pulled by him once again. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her body against his. No space between their bodies which he wanted ever since he saw her.

"What is up with you?! Let me go!" She said as she stared up at him with a glare that would make anyone run off in terror.

"Not happening, wifey."

"Wifey?! What the-"

"Nuh uh! Remember what I said, no cursing here."

She rolled her eyes and looked away. She didn't know what's his deal and why he wouldn't let her leave.

"Can you please let me go so I can go home?"

"Hmm...nope."

Her eyes flared up as she looked up at him, not believing at how he's behaving.

"What do you mean nope? Who are you anyway?!"

His lips curved into a smile as he closer to her face making her back away.

"The name is Azrael wifey. Don't forget it."

She rolled her eyes.

"Already forgot it."

She watched as one of her tails slammed him against the wall, knowing that it'll take him a while to get to her. She quickly ran off to get out there. She knew that Heaven was trouble. Real trouble. Yet, once she got back home; she couldn't forget his name nor his gold eyes that she grew to admire.

The same with him; he missed her so much. He loved her glare. Her beautiful eyes. Her voice. Just everything about her. He had first saw her when she got there in Heaven and he couldn't help but keep his eyes on her. She was so magnificent and beautiful like a forbidden fruit that he couldn't have.

But he would have her. No matter what, she would be his.

As time went by, [Y/N] would get unexpected visits from Azrael. Her sinners were defending her from him which they wouldn't stand a chance against him. She knew that so she had told them to back away. She knew instantly that he was very powerful and there was no way that her bodyguards wouldn't stand a chance.

Every visit from him, he would just watch her do her duties or just rant to her about how boring Heaven is.

She didn't know why he felt so comfortable with her or why bother telling her all this.

She was so confused yet she didn't mind his presence.

After so many visits, she grew comfortable with him. He would always make her laugh with his jokes and stories about heaven with Michael and Gabriel.

Even some of the sinners were familiar with him every time he came over to see her.

Azrael would sometimes get jealous over some of the sinners getting too close to [Y/N]. He knew that it'll take for her to accept him but there's only so much that he can take.

His possessiveness and jealousy sometimes overtook him.

"What are you doing here?"

He shrugged his shoulders and gave her a smile.

"What? I can't come here and check if you sinners are behaving."

She rolled her eyes as she turned around.

"That's nothing for you to worry about."

"That is true but I am worried about something else."

She let out a sigh as she regretted her next words.

"And what would that be?"

She didn't hear anything which confused her since he always had a comment. But she felt something. She looked up to see him in front of her. Giving her his famous smile as he had one of his hands on top of her head, patting her ears and hair. She wanted to growl at him so bad. To snap his hand off her yet his touch made her feel something. Something in her gut that was telling her to not stop him.

Before she could say anything, she finally heard his voice.

"I'm worried about my wifey."

That word again.

That name that he would always call her. It irked her that he would call her that. He had no right to yet her heart melted when he would say it.

"I-i'm not your wifey!" She yelled at him as her ears were turning red alongside her face.

"You will be."

"Wha-"

Before she could yell at him, she felt his lips against her in a deep kiss. Her eyes widen as she tried to push him again but he wouldn't let her. She felt her back against the wall while her mouth was being devoured by him. She could easily push him away if she really wanted to.

His touch did something to her. Made her feel something she never felt before.

After a while of their heavy make out session, he finally pulled away from her lips.

Both gasping for air as they stared into each other's eyes.

"You will always be my wifey. That will never change." He said it with a deeper voice as he placed both of his hands on her face, making her stare into his eyes.

"This will never work."

"It will, my wifey."

She rolled her eyes with a smile on her face which he loved so much.

He couldn't help but smash his lips against her once again, making her giggle at him. His lips curved into a smile, wanting nothing more than to hear more of her sounds.

But she was right.

It was never gonna work.

Once heaven found out about her and Azrael's relationship, a war was coming to Wrathifuca. Something that [Y/N] knew was bound to happen. She knew that being with him would have this effect.

Effect her home. Her sinners.

What she didn't expect was that Azrael was the one that gave the order to the exorcists.

Earlier that day, she had a very surprised guest visiting.

It was Sera.

[Y/N] had heard of her and has had meetings with her before. But this was too unexpected since she would of never gone down there.

She knew that something was happening. She felt it in her whole body.

"[Y/N], your and Azrael's relationship has to come to an end."

"And who are you to decide that?"

"I didn't. I'm just here to let you know about what's to come if you don't."

[Y/N] rolled her eyes.

"And what is that?"

"War. The exorcists are coming to kill you all."

[Y/N] frowned as she stood up from her throne and glared at Sera.

"Why you-"

Sera held out a hand.

"I'm just the messenger. The one that did the order was your beloved Azrael."

Her eyes widen at what Sera had just told her.

"No. It can't be him. You're lying!"

"I am not, [Y/N]. He's one of the leaders and part of the organization that created the exorcists."

[Y/N]'s mind was going everywhere. She didn't know what to say or think. The person that she had fallen for had betrayed her.

"I want him to tell me. Not you Sera."

"He's forbidden to come here anymore, but I will show you."

Suddenly, a shiny, portal appeared next to Sera as some sort of video was playing.

It showed Azrael with Sera and Lute.

"Sir, what are our next move?"

"Go down and destroy them all. They all deserve to die. Don't leave any survivors. Understood."

"Yes sir."

That's all that [Y/N] needed as she turned to Sera and told her to leave and never show in front of her face again.

Sera disappeared as [Y/N] was lost in thought thinking about what to do.

But she didn't have much time.

As her home was being destroyed, so was her heart. She knew that all this time yet she hoped for a different solution.

If only.

She decided to fight one more time before she disappeared. She had dealt with the exorcists before. For many eons. It was different now. Now she had a broken heart after knowing the truth so now her wrath was out and no one could stop her.

Especially as she saw her family, her sinners dead in front of her. For protecting her.

Her hands turned into fists as her true form came out and absolutely destroyed every angel that was in her sight.

They killed her home. Her sinners.

It didn't take long after they were all dead.

She was filled with blood. Her chest breathing heavily as she was hurting. It didn't show on the outside but inside, she was dead. She glared at the red sky, knowing that they are watching her. She shook her head and turned around to see several survivors kneeling down to her. She gave them a small smile before giving them a signal.

"I'm no longer gonna be Queen of Wrathifuca. Just a normal sinner like the rest. You can follow me and live a quiet life. Or you choose your own path. It's your own decision. I won't get upset from your decision."

She watched them as they all agreed to stay with her. She gave them a nod and smile as she made her way out of the city that she had cared for. Now, she had to leave it for someone else to take care of it. She gave it one last look before leaving it forever for the next King or Queen that will take over.

Not realizing that someone was watching her from above.

Azrael's fists kept slamming on the desk as he felt nothing but pain. He couldn't believe that Sera had given his exorcists the decision to destroy that place. The place that was owned by his beloved. His wifey. His [Y/N].

He was gonna go to her. He needed to see her. To explain to her.

"You will not go there Azrael."

He froze as he turned around to see Sera and Lute. He glared at them both as he laughed.

"And why the fuck not?!"

"No cursing Azrael-"

"Shut it Sera. You did this! You went and told her didn't you! You did all this!"

Sera sighed as she nodded at him.

"It had to be done Azrael."

"Why Sera!? Why did it had to go this way?!"

"Because she was changing you sir!" Lute suddenly said as she was getting frustrated. "You wouldn't be around anymore. Always going down there with that bitch!"

Azrael's glared even more.

"You shut it bitch before I make it worse for you."

"Azrael enough. We all decided that this is what's best for you both."

"By making her hate me forever? By not seeing her at all?!"

"Yes. If you want a partner, there are many here-"

"Sera if you don't stop talking, I'll do something to you."

Sera sighed as she turned around, about to leave.

"It was bound to happen Azrael. Nothing was gonna be different. She was bound to find out. Even if you had told her, you think she'd react differently. She's a sinner. Will always be."

Azrael watched her and Lute walking out of his office. He gripped on his hair as he started to destroy his whole office. Smashing and tearing things apart. He was losing his mind. He couldn't see her. Couldn't be near her. He needed to know if she was okay. Needed to explain to her.

It was like she was the reason why he was breathing. Why he would smile and enjoy his life because of her. She made it worthwhile.

He sat in the corner as he watched into space with his room all destroyed. He leaned his head back as he took off a small box from a hidden box that was underneath the floor tiles. He opened it to reveal a beautiful ring that was for her.

His wifey. His one and only.

"I will find you again, my wifey. Please wait for me." He whispered as he kissed the ring with a tear rolling down his face.

After that night, [Y/N] had found a deserted area with a rough up building. She stared at it with wonder as she looked back at her family. Giving them a smile and telling them her plan which they agreed. So, they all started to build a safe haven for her and her sinners-family. She wouldn't lose anyone anymore. She made an oath that she will never let anyone die because of her.

She opened this café that was open for anyone. It was outside of the city, miles away from anyone. Only certain sinners knew about it. As long as they didn't cause any trouble, then it was fine with her.

She lived a quiet life yet she was still so broken from what happened. She made sure to never be found. Not from Sera, the new King and Queen of Hell, and him. Most definitely him.

She had heard of Lucifer and Lilith ruling Hell. They had even changed her home's name. She didn't care. She wasn't a ruler anymore. But this place will always be Wratifuca. No matter what, but she didn't mind Hell. It had a good ring to it.

She had several stories about Lucifer and how he was an angel but fell because he disagreed with Heaven so then he became a fallen angel. He arrived with Lilith and together they ruled Hell.

[Y/N] couldn't care less at how Hell had become. More sinners showed up and it got so chaotic. So much had changed but it wasn't her responsibility anymore. She now had a quiet life with her café and family.

One night, she had an unexpected visit.

Someone she never expected to find especially in hell.

It was her brother, Sas.

He was a three-tailed lion that was taller than her. She couldn't believe it was him. She gave him a big hug as he cried about how he had missed her so much. She agreed with him at how bad she had missed him as well.

Yet, she was confused as to why he got sent to Hell. From what she remembered, he was a good boy. Never did anything wrong unlike her. She was always the bad child in the family. She had done so many horrible things that some not even her brother knew. She intends to stay that way, but once Sas explained what had happened once she died. It made more sense why he was there with her.

She didn't care. She was happy that she had him now. He stayed with her for a while until he suddenly disappeared. She worried for him but knew that she couldn't hold him down. He will always be her little brother but he had his own life there in Hell. So she would wait for him there at her café.

But her quiet life would soon change.

That being forced into being had not bound you to Lucifer, and he to you...

But rather, it had damned you both to an eternity of suffering -

One quite literal in a fiery pit called Hell,

And the other something that your God had not, and would not have ever given,

The silent and agonizing torture of longing.

But you supposed it was fitting, in a way.

Lucifer had given man free will,

And an angel of virtue an emotion that their God had never intended for her to feel -

Loss.

His final gift to you, wrapped up in the memories of agony you could not escape.

His hand in yours, unyielding,

His lips on your skin, curious and yearning,

His warmth at your back each night for eons that were never enough.

And of course,

His laughter in Eden, unending,

His lips on hers, confident and eager,

The look on his face as they served him his sentence, eyes finding yours before averting again and again, as if unknowing, as if ashamed...

And from that day forward, you had known deep down that something had been taken from you, something essential yet unnamed that lived on within every other angel.

But to think that it might have lead to your own expulsion?

Well, you supposed that idolatry was a sin, wasn't it?

And what was your Lucifer to you if not a God?

Did he not hurt you so casually as a God would?

Did he not vanish as a God would?

Did he not love you as a God would?

"It does not have to be this way,"

The booming yet gentle voice called out, that desperate edge to it the only tell that its owner knew you as well as she did,

"Remember, dear remedial one, who made you. Who gave you life and embodies through you our eighth heavenly virtue, that which tips the scale away from a balance between us and those seven deadly sins, and instead allows us to exceed their damning weight."

The Seraphim's warning was clear, speak incorrectly again and you would surely be banished, and in turn Heaven, the land you had been created for, would lose it's unspoken eighth virtue, casting things back to the original seven deadly sins, and the seven remedial virtues that had been customary before your time.

But even still, you were not a liar, and with every passing day you felt less and less like you could step up to the very virtue you were meant to embody, your persisting grief a constant reminder of what you could not do in spite of what you had been made to represent.

In spite of what you had been made for.

"Now, let me ask you again, loved one,"

The voice spoke up, eyes seeking yours all the while as if trying to sway your answer before you could give it.

"Who do you love more than any other?"

The grand jury of lower seraphims, ophanims, cherubims, and virtues watched on silently, eagerly awaiting your answer with baited breaths they had never truly needed to take.

The answer was meant to be God, of course, and you knew it.

But you suddenly found that it wasn't true, and perhaps it never had been in the first place, for you had not felt as if you had been touched by God since your creation, and even still, it was not his divine touch that you longed for each evening, but another entirely.

One that you supposed was divine no longer to anyone who was not you, anyone who had not held the face of the seraphim before his fall.

No, he was divine to them no longer, but to you...

Well, you had already admitted long ago that he was everything,

And you could lie no longer.

"The Lightbringer."

You began, the room growing tense in an instant, the silence somehow growing more thick the very moment those words passed your lips,

"Lucifer Morningstar."

The high seraphim frowned, the weight of what she had to do to one she'd called a friend for so long acting as a burden she wished she did not have to carry.

But alas, not all angels had been made defective, so it seemed.

She did as she needed to do.

"Then today I'm afraid that Heaven loses it's eighth heavenly virtue to the pits of Hell."

You flinched at her words in spite of yourself, the knowledge of what was to come causing your heart to hammer within your chest.

Angels were meant to fly, not fall, after all.

The seraphim stepped forward, her eyes slightly clouded with a grief you knew all too well. You hoped she would not miss you as you did him.

She placed her hand upon your shoulder, bringing your full attention back to her once more,

"It is a shame that God made you as he did."

She spoke gently, each word she uttered drenched in pity.

"He does not deserve this betrayal."

You nodded solemnly in response, and bowed your head, waiting.

The high seraphim took a deep breath.

"I hereby banish you, our eighth heavenly virtue, Forgiveness, from Heaven forevermore for your treasonous acts against our holy father. May you repent forever in the fiery depths below."

And with that, your halo disintegrated completely, its golden shimmers falling all around your head as you looked around at those you had been created with one final time.

Your eyes flickered back to the seraphim, mouth opening just as the ground began to split at your feet.

"Goodbye, Sera."

You said gently, watching a stray tear fall from your dear friend's face before suddenly, all light seemed to vanish, and you found yourself hurdling into the abyss so fast that the wind almost felt as if it were burning you alive the whole way down.

And yet, all that you could think about was how ironic it was, truly,