I really don’t know if she meant to scare us all, but she did. And with a bang might I add,

She appeared behind him silently, and then hit him hard on the head with a staff, Raven fell to his knees and turned around to see a Goddess of whatever the Goddess she was

She wore a white gown, and her hair was long, curly and blonde. “Raven.” She said with a scowl.

“I don’t care whom you are! what in the devils name gives you the power to pick on these kids?” raven stood and glared at her brushing himself off. “Who said that I was picking on them? Your always assuming things Epitah.” He glowered “Then why is it you have Rhys in tears!” she pointed with her huge staff almost knocking Raven over with it.

“Look Epitah your gonna kill someone with that thing!” she pouted with a smile. “That’s what it’s for.” Rave who stood up behind us, ran his hand threw his Mohawk hair due.

“I guess light and dark don’t get along,” he said, trying to be cocky really doesn’t work for him.

She looked at me once and looked away, and then with a more surprised look, she ran over to me and gave me a hug. “FURAITO!” I was being choked, and I didn’t appreciate it much. “Get…’ I said winded “Off” men touching me is one thing; women touching me is a whole different ball game.

“I haven’t seen you sense you were 3 years old!” she held me by the shoulders and gave me the most pleasant smile. Rhys chuckled behind my back and I stepped on his foot.

“Is that why I don’t remember you?” I said questionably, “I’m the Goddess of Light, Epitah.” Raven the god of darkness however, had vanished, without a trace.

I looked at her oddly, why would I know a Goddess such as this? It seems the only God I would be entitled too knowing, was Tragedy. He must exist somewhere,

“Oh.” I said, like I remembered her but not really, “Well. I will be seeing you again I can guarantee you that Furaito,” she smiled again like it was pleasant saying that horrid name.

“Flight” is what it translates to. Awful, I hate my name. I hate everything about it simply because It was giving to me by my parents. “Your name is very significant you know Furaito.” She said with a whisper. And I scoffed figuring she was reading my mind.

And she was.

Rhys and Rave were standing behind me like I was some kind of bodyguard, sucks to be them! Because I’m not. I told her I was going home and that nobody could stop me, in this sentence.

“I don’t want to deal with this crap anymore! Screw it!” and I stomped off most annoyed.

I ran down the streets just incase they were following; at least I would get some peace before they got to me again.

Oh how wrong I was.

I reached my apartment building looking both ways before walking up those rusted stairs.

Up to my apartment, that was the last one on the line, the doors if you looked at them, got more beat up and dirty as you got down to the end, so you could tell just what kind of people lived their.

I opened up the door, no key needed. It was never locked anyhow. “I’m home.” I said bitterly, and found an uncertain silence surrounding me. I didn’t like it, all the lights were off except for the red ones that we had for mood lighting as my mother called them, I walked into the living room which was the first room you see after you come out of the midget entrance way.

Candles were burning; this was most unlike my mother and father. “Mom?” I said with a curious look and went more into the living room. I guess you could say that I saw a tone of suspicious things as I walked out into the living room. The couch faced our little tiny fireplace. There was a guitar chord, which belonged to my father, about a 10 foot one, the only one he had. Trailing form around the couch, had he been playing?

I got real scared then, that nobody’s home sensation had fled from my mind the second I saw that guitar chord. My father figure wasn’t home. And I step around the couch and then shielded my eyes and turned around what I saw and sank to the ground saying. “oh God, oh God,” over and over with tears running down my eyes.

My mother was staring at me with her dead eyes, the chord wrapped around her broken neck. “Why?” I was alone, totally. Totally and completely alone, blood ran towards the fireplace from where she’d been stabbed in the chest. I turned and looked at her.

Long brown hair a mess. Just when I thought that it couldn’t get worse. Smashed glass

Sat beneath the fireplace, a bottle. He’d been drunk and in the realization of what he did.

He ran away, she looked helpless, her arms were spread out and bent in different directions of what wasn’t humanly possible for human’s arms to be bent. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but cry, I was alone with that man now.

I stood and I stumbled and fell covering my face again, what a site to see. For all of those in my entire life who thought I never shed a tear. This was the first time, I had learned to be strong to deal with what my father had done to us, and my walls and shields were up 24/7. My mother was my only friend, and now she is dead. I didn’t know what quite to do at this moment so I sat there on the floor, for as long as I could remember, and cried. Cried for all of the things that I couldn’t cry for before, couldn’t cry because I was afraid that somebody was watching, and then I looked at her again, and realized something that I had because I was in such traumatizing shock.

Those dead eyes were Epitah’s eyes. I kept seeing them in my head in comparisons to my mothers. And they were the same blue eyes, And I would never forget my mother, and I would never forget Epitah so long as there was glass around me. Whipping my tears away, and washing my face in the sink, I called the police, after all. I knew now they existed in San Francisco.

Within minutes, the San Francisco police surrounding the building, and gossip flew like a shooting star threw the building, people stood out side as I followed my mothers corpse down stairs, they covered her up and closed her eyes and she looked like she was sleeping in a painful sleep. They questioned me to death, and every time they did.

I had to cease from letting a tear roll, even though that’s what they suspected to happen.

And then walking up to the crime seen, was Epitah. “What happened?” she said police tried to hold her back and I screamed at them and ran into Epitah’s arms like she was my only savior. When they couldn’t see my face. I cried, and only she could hear me,

Oh how wrong I was to think that I could get a moments peace, from this world that never sleeps.

They were on the lookout for my father, and Epitah adopted me, and she was no longer my aunt. But my mother, the people in the building felt sorrier for me than they ever had.

And I felt it closing in all around me, the extreme coldness of life has smacked me in the face, I was never fond of the cold.

In the wind rushing threw the night, this is how my life seemed to be, you read you wonder and you read some more of how it might be, dashing down the street away from mortal enemies, I cant seem to help but think why me? All I ever get from this world is drama, drama, drama, and more drama.

Then I thought to myself. Why not end it? Why not end all of this drama that I seem to attract like a magnet? I ran and ran until I could run no more. How you would read is that how you would read it in most novels? The rain was pouring down over the city of San Francisco; my life has taken its -last- dramatic turn.

I had nobody by my side; I had nobody to care for! What in all Gods name was stopping me? There was nobody here for me. The parties the dancing, the sex and drugs, it was all in good fun for the longest while, and that long good while has come to its end.

I stop at the edge of San Francisco, where there was no more city, and just scenery,

A church lay behind me in all of its power and greatness. San Francisco was the only city where you had to actually look for its churches. They stood high and tall behind the scenes.

I stared at the place behind me, the place where I had known all my life. People were screaming my name the more I watched the stillness, the rain rising in the streets and rushing down the very hilly town. If only, if only I could have thought more of myself, I thought, things could be different. I couldn’t really understand what the screams were saying to me. But I could damn well hear them and I wanted them to stop.

I held out my hand before me, and felt the strangest sensation that I had ever felt before,

I was no longer freezing from the rain, but my lips were still an ice blue. A fiery blaze swept around me, not fearing the rain that had the power to stop it. I couldn’t see out of my eyes any longer but the voices got louder. “Furaito!” it was close enough that I could identify the voice, it was Rhys I had wondered where he went.

Still the fire ran around me like a tornado, and a sword flew out from my hand, I was surprised on the inside! You bet it! I was thinking roughly, “what the fuck!” but it wasn’t showing on the outside, and Raven appeared at his side. “And the God of Fire awakens.”

He had this smirk on his face that enraged me, from out of the corner of my very red eyes, wings of pure fire outstretched at least 12 feet on each side

Flying about 8 feet off the ground I stared at Rhys, the ground erupted with fire as I stood there in the sky, getting more serious as every second ticked.

I saw, running to that church. Who I never wanted to see again,

That horrid man that killed my mother, and left her there in agony, even after death

And to all of the places that he could run to he ran to the Church. A holy place that I would not let be ruined, “Furaito!” I heard his voice pleading my name again and I ignored him as I flew over to the church. Leaving them to shield their faces from the fire.

The church was quiet, and empty. Except for the one fowl demon that defiled it.

I did not belong there any longer, nor have I ever. I only remember coming here and crying when I wanted to curl in a ball and die. But there he was, preying to the Lord God himself on at a statue so gratefully mad for his grace.

Wings folded in, like they had never been there before I walked up behind him down the isle of benches where good people sat every Sunday. To think that this place would be used for playing grounds for demons I heard my feet echo, and one point, I thought it was the sound of my heart.

He didn’t notice me until I took one last loud step on the ground which turned him around and on his ass, “Furaito!” he said with a smile. “Thank God.” I stared at him with intent. I stared at him with hope, not only did I want him dead, I wanted him in pain. Like how he left us in pain, I wanted him to feel all of the pain that –we- had felt over the tormenting years of having to deal with such a horrible being.

Now realizing this was possible, my left hand went to the side, and a red bladed sword came out. Designs of foreign language up and down the blade all up until the hilt, which was black the writing descended to flames the further it got to the hilt. “Do not kill that man here!” I heard a voice scream at me and stomp up from behind. White feather’s flew in front of my face.

I only smiled figuring that I got to play the role of the devil. Big sword, fiery wings why not it sounded like fun? “You can’t stop me.” I said this with out realizing whom I was talking to, he dashed in front of me and I glared because he was blocking my target.

Of course, who come to save this horrid, horrid man besides Arch Angel Michael?

He was really saving the Church. Not him, “Move.” He had 3 sets of angel’s wings.

I thought that was pretty cool but I dismissed the thought, “You will NOT defile this holy ground!” he pointed a long finger at me and I raised my sword above my head. “Get out of my way or prepare to die.”

Do you believe this? I was challenging an angel of God! I was going to start a war! I was going to die! I smirked, good. My father figure stood baffled, “He has seen the Gods, now he must die.” I said for reasoning. “His memory will be erased, you will NOT defile this holy ground do you here me Furaito!” I brought my sword down, I didn’t really give a shit what he was saying, and pure blood flew onto the ground.

He stood in shock as my sword stuck threw his shoulder, coming out the other side, hanging flesh and hanging clothing he fell to his knee’s on the ground “After the Death of Raphael, you seemed to be lonely,” I said and twisted the sword in his shoulder, he only made the reasonable noses for being in such pain.

“Maybe you should rejoin your companion and remember not to get in my way.” I took the sword out, and shoved it back in. this was well, pretty gross now that I come to think of it. The blood went on to the ground of the church, clotting and smearing and it turned and even darker red, “You.” He tried to squeak out, “Will be.” I only smiled at him as I kicked him off my sword, and proceeded in killing my father figure.

“If God’s angels are holier than thou, why has a person of darkness defeated you?” I said,

Giving him something to think about, Rhys ran into the church, I could hear his small feet stomping on the marble floor. “Furaito!” he was such a child, “You idiot!” he said and hugged me. Now this I thought was most strange, I was covered in angel’s blood and I’m sure my eyes were redder than the fire that surrounded me.

“It’s started now.” He whispered into my ear,