#veraenderung

Nehme dein Schicksal selbst in deine Hand

Sneak Peak:

“All this and more I vow. So mote it be, so mote it be.”

The words rang in the room around them. They slid over the burnished banisters, brushed the ornately decorated walls before echoing back at him, quieter than he’d spoken them. Beside him, in its sheath, Caliburn was silent.

“Arthur Auguste Angel,” the man in front of him said, when the ringing echo faded into nothing more than memory, “do you swear to fulfill, to the best of your ability and judgment, the covenant laid before you in your new office?”

“I do,” said Angel. He’d been nervous when he’d first stepped into the room, old clothes freshly dry-cleaned and hanging in a way that was unfamiliar, after several months in a skirt and button-down shirt. Now, though, the clothes were comforting, empowering. Angel felt calm spread through him, sink down to the very core of him. It both anchored him to reality, and left him feeling as though he were floating through the ceremony.

The man held out a hand. The back of it arched gracefully in the air; his robes shifted nearly soundlessly. “Your sword, please.”

No words were needed. Angel, without moving from his position, reached down to slowly unsheathe Caliburn. Blessedly, the sword did not speak. Angel slid the fingers of his left hand down the flat of the blade, then held it up to the Grigori representative. He bowed his head.

He was prepared for Caliburn to be taken from him, and yet he still nearly jumped when all of the sudden, its weight was lifted from his hands. The Grigori representative was so quiet as to be unnerving. Unearthly, almost. Perhaps even divine. Angel shivered at the thought.

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Sneak Peak:

“I’m sorry,” Okumura said, voice thick. “I don’t want to do this.”

“Do what?” Ryuuji said. “Don’t do anything stupid, or I swear I’ll turn around and kill you myself!”

“What are you doing, demon?” Angel bit out. He didn’t want to hurt Suguro, but he might have to if he didn’t get out of the goddamn way. “Move, Esquire!”

“Fuck you!”

“It’s not enough,” Okumura said. “I can’t do enough with what I have. I’m sorry. Su—Ryuuji. If I lose control—”

Ryuuji finally turned around, curses on the tip of his tongue. Angel took the opportunity to dart to the side, earth sliding under his shoes as he dug in to stop his momentum and channel it forward. Okumura Rin, tears streaming down his face, eyes rimmed red, held the hilt of his sword in one hand and the scabbard in the other. Angel fumbled, hesitated for a split second in the face of somebody completely devastated.

“Let him kill me.”

I would love to continue it! I actually recently went through what I wrote for the next chapter about a year ago and fixed it up.

The problem, my friends, is that I’m teaching English as a second language abroad. And being abroad, I didn’t bring my AnE volumes. And VA being what VA is, I haven’t strayed far enough from canon that I can go without having that script. Can I get the script online? Yes. Yes I can. But I also find myself really not wanting to. It’s more a mental block than anything, but it’s there.