Story Background:

He was a warlock born to two ordinary human parents. When he was twenty one years old, his latent supernatural powers awakened causing confusion and chaos in the backward little village in which they lived. The villagers, superstitious people that they were, sent him to the pyre.

After his death at the pyre, his consciousness fed on his unused power and he stayed on as what people call "spirit". However, his death drained most of his power and he needs the strength of a powerful living witch to continue his immaterial existence. As his material body is dead, he can no longer generate his own power. He pledges his himself to a witch who would share her power with him, allowing him to continue his "life".

Pledging himself to more than a dozen witches and warlocks, he finally came upon a young girl, whose psychic energy was strong, but invariably restrained because of her fear.

Elizabeth was a girl born to rich parents, who do not see her as their child but as a possession to be shown off. She has black hair and hazel eyes. As a child, she managed to burn down their house when she was angered. Her parents never knew that she had caused the fire since there was no physical evidence. Eventually the fire was dismissed to be caused by bad wiring. But Elizabeth knew better.

After the fire, Elizabeth was terrified of her "abnormal" powers. At first she found them amusing, making her nanny fall asleep and other little pranks she played on unsuspecting servants in the house, but she had never lost control like that. She was terrified that people would shun her and called her a freak.

But one night, when everything was dark and not even the moon shed light in her bedroom, a voice spoke to her. At first it was so soft she could hardly make out was it was saying but as she listened to it more and more, the voice grew louder and louder. She realized that the voice spoke directly to her mind. Strangely, she wasn't frightened at all. The voice was kind and soothing like the evening breeze that flew by her window. She started talking to the voice, and it answered.

As time went on, what was only a voice started to have a form. The voice's owner was a young man with long black hair and black black eyes. She found him beautiful, like an angel she said. And that's what he became, her fallen angel. Who will serve her and only her. Til' death do them part.

// This is sorta like a prologue. Feel free to criticize, flame or whatever. Nice reviews are also welcome. //