The Fallen:

Chapter 01

By Akurei Hikari and Tenshi Kurai

Author's Notes: I'm revising.again. I took away the dates because they were becoming confusing. This is set in the future.

Warning: The Fallen contains graphic violence, crude language and dialogue, and sexual situations. It is also slash, meaning that it contains homosexuality.

Many thanks to Sparrow, my poor, overworked beta. She had to go through this epilogue and all four chapters for me, and I just keep sending her more.

/around words indicates mind speech/

Time: The Future

Blood ran down Hell's face as he cut down another demon with his sword, Seraph. This was the last battle against the Dark One's army. The very last one. After this, it will all be over. Finally. This battle would decide the fate of mankind. Hell looked around the battlefield, trying to locate the others.

War's piano wire cut at a demon's chest, and Destruction finished it by cutting its head off with his scythe, Wingjade. Destruction looked at the demon's corpse with a look that was a mix between disgust and satisfaction. War cast a worried glance at Destruction and sighed softly, shrugging his shoulders. Hell's eyes turned to a different area of the battlefield where Hate was blasting demons with his own life energy and Despair was helping him with his twin katanas. Despair smiled at Hate and mouthed something at him. Hate smiled back and nodded.

Hell quickly turned around as he heard the familiar sound of two voices arguing. It was Death and Agony. Death was hacking at demons with his huge broadsword that he simply called Arrow and Agony was helping him with his throwing stars. They were arguing over who was doing the majority of the work.

"All you do is slice holes in them. And it takes forever." Death muttered.

Agony obviously heard him because he turned away from his nearest victim. "Well at least you don't have to worry about getting hit. With the way you sling the thing, I'm surprised you haven't cut of MY head with it yet."

Hell smiled. Even in the midst of a battle they were still the same, arguing until they couldn't speak anymore and the other Fallen went deaf. He would miss it if either of them died.

He would miss then anyway. He loved them both very much. He looked up, and a thought occurred to him. Today was the sixth anniversary of his awakening. Six years ago, he had realized his purpose, and a little less then six years ago his wings had grown because of something he lost, something an angel is never supposed to lose. Hell lost that important thing to the one being he truly hated, the one who he would never forgive for the pain he had caused Hell and the ones he loved.

He was so caught up in his musing that he didn't feel the cold steel run through him until the pain hit, and he felt a scream threaten to escape his throat. He looked down, and saw a sword embedded in his stomach. Blood poured down the blade, and began to puddle at his feet. He slumped forward, and only the sword held his slender body up. He struggled to draw air, his breathing ragged. He took a deep breath and put his hands on the blade of the sword. Blood ran over his cut fingers as he slowly pushed the blade backwards, extracting it from his body. Hell turned around to face his attacker, one hand attempting to stop the blood flow. His eyes narrowed as he realized whose hands were holding the sword covered in his blood.

The man smiled darkly and said, "Hello, Hell, my darling angel." It was him. The man who... "Since you have destroyed my plans I have no choice but to kill you."

Hell smirked. "Kill me. It doesn't matter. There will always be someone to stop you. There will always be someone who resists you."

He raised an eyebrow. "Do you really believe that? Once you seven are gone, the world will bow at my feet." He smiled and looked pointedly at the gaping wound in Hell's stomach. "And by the looks of that wound, you won't be around for much longer."

His words hit home. Hell's body was already feeling the exhaustion of keeping himself alive; all it wanted was to shut down. Permanently. But Hell couldn't allow that, he had so many people to live for.

"Tick tock, darling, your time is almost up." The man smiled mockingly at Hell and stepped closer. "Do you want me to end the pain? Or should I draw it out and let you watch all of the other Fallen die?"

" Damn you, you... bastard," Hell gasped. "You stay away from them you motherfucker." His eyes drooped as he fell forward. Hell felt strong arms catch him, holding him close.

"Bad boy," The man taunted. "Using such language." He pressed his cold lips against Hell's. Hell's dark eyes widened, and he struggled to break free of the arms that imprisoned him. The man that held him smirked. "Your lips are so soft," He whispered, "They always have been."

"Get off me," Hell whispered. "Please." His body shuddered as if it remembered. It was just like that day almost six years ago. Hell knew that he had to resist harder this time around, and he also knew that no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't give into what his body wanted.

"Now you're begging?" The man asked Hell in an amused tone. "Oh, yes, if I remember right, you were very, very good at begging." His lips moved to Hell's neck. "If you beg harder, I might let you live a little while longer."

Hell's eyes hardened. "As I told you then, I will never beg or bow down to you."

"Then you will die," he said simply, nipping Hell's neck. Hell gasped softly, his neck arching in pain. "You have such lovely skin, Hell. And your voice is so stunning when you cry in pain; to me it's the most beautiful sound in the world."

"Even if you kill me, my angels will stop you," Hell whispered. The last of his resolve was leaving him. He was so tried of fighting, and he wanted to rest.

"Look around you Hell," he sneered. "Your angels are losing, and as for you... well let's just say that you're history. I'm going to have fun playing with your corpse." He began laughing.

Hell reached out in a last desperate attempt to kill him. Hell wrapped his arms around the man's neck and kissed him. The man stopped laughing and began to return Hell's kiss. Hell smirked and pulled a dagger from his belt. He moved quickly, and in one fluid motion attempted to run him the man through. The man stopped kissing Hell quickly and grabbed his hands, stopping Hell's dagger from piercing his skin. He laughed coldly and picked his sword up off the bloody ground. Hell fell onto his knees, his Seraph slipping out of his grasp. His strength was leaving him faster, and he knew that any second now he would cease to live.

Hell looked around for one last look at his beloved Fallen. Destruction was sitting in a pile of bloody, white feathers, and holding War's head in his lap, sobbing real tears over his lifeless body. He looked up, and his eyes met Hell's, and Hell saw it in Destruction's eyes, and Hell knew that Destruction knew that Hell was dying. Destruction picked up his scythe and pulled the long, curved blade off its staff. He pointed the sharp end to his chest, closed his eyes, and ran the blade through his chest. He fell backwards, his open, but now lifeless, eyes almost calm. His body landed half on the feathers, and half on War's body.

Hate was staring at Despair's mauled body, wingless, an incredulous look on his face. Hell knew that Hate couldn't quite comprehend Despair's death. He looked over at Agony who was crying as he looked at Death's lifeless body. Hate's eyes fixed on Death's corpse. A strange, half smile appeared on his face. He looked at Hell and mouthed something. Hell understood. Hate had just told him that he had nothing else to live for. Hell nodded. Hate picked up one of Despair's katanas and closed his eyes as he ran the sword through his heart. Blood slipped from his parted lips as he slumped forward into the remains of his own wings. He crawled over to Despair, and pulled him against him. Hell felt a strange burning sensation in his body as another one of the Fallen left him.

Hell looked at the last of the Fallen... Agony. Agony straightened up from his kneeling position by Death and smiled sadly. He began walking towards Hell. He pulled out a handful of throwing stars and looked at Hell. He smiled softly and turned to the only other one standing. "Your hordes are dead, and there are still two Fallen left to defy you. What now do you say, evil one?"

The man turned to look at Agony. "One Fallen is still alive, Agony. Hell is not going to be alive long enough for it to count."

Agony's face hardened. "How could you kill him? I thought you..."

"I don't," He stopped Agony, "And I never will. Hell was merely entertainment. We were just about to finish our final confrontation. And you're in the way."

A strangled cry rose to Hell's lips as the man walked over to Agony, wrapping his hands around his throat, choking Agony.

"Goodbye, little one," he said with a smirk. Agony looked up. His tortured eyes met Hell's. Hell smiled softly, and Agony smiled back. The man exerted more pressure on Agony's throat. Agony let out a gasping breath. Then... his eyes closed. His head slumped to the side, and a small trail of blood trickled from his mouth.

"NO!" Hell screamed. "Agony, NO!" He tried to sit up.

"Oh shut up," the man sneered. He once again stabbed Hell with his sword, this time in the chest. He pressed Hell's body against the bloody ground, and kissed him. Then he put his hand on the left side of Hell's chest, and dug his fingers in. Blood oozed from the holes. He kissed Hell again, this time softly, and ripped Hell's heart out. Time seemed to stop. Hell heard his own scream of pain, and felt his life fading. He thought of that day, 13 years ago when this meaningless war first started.

The time has come,

The apocalypse comes true

It is time to atone for our sins

Darkness will engulf all

And rotting corpses will fill the streets

The stench of death will be in the air.

Hope is in the form of white wings,

Falling from the blood red sky

If you grasp one, your dearest wish will come true.

And they will come down from Heaven

And stop the impending crisis that will befall Earth

And all of Mankind.

Their sacrifice will be our salvation

Their death our life

Their decision our fate.

Now, the seven's decision has been made.

Now it is time for the One to rise from Hell.

Now the Beginning of the End is here.

The Prophecy of The Fallen

To be continued.

Author's notes: You would not believe all the changes I made on this. I went back, and read my old version. That was when I realized how crappy it was. So I basically redid it. And it's so much better now. And before I left all of the mystery out. I told you who the guy was that was attacking Hell, and I told you who everyone was in love with. What fun was that? Anyway, review me please, it'll give me the drive to rewrite the other chapters and the add more.