Title: Untitled

Author: Lucifersdarkchild

Show Original thing: Original fiction

Rating: Pg-13 to R

Warnings: Shoujo-Ai, yuri, angst, and the super Supernatural.

Summary: The Hellion Princes, Teru Takinomi, is at her 128th birthday party, a party her mother, Satan, had thrown against her will. Savanna Danforth finally gets to meet her father, the Archangel Akrasiel, whom her mother had had a fling with eighteen years ago. Both encounters turn out horribly wrong, and now the girls are running away. But…to where?

Comments: Original characters Teru and Savanna make their appearance! I don’t know where the idea came from, only that I like it and I hope you do to. :3

(Begin)

The King of Hell looked down from her throne, her dark eyes watching the dancing couples on the floor closely. She smiled, her lips curling into a sneer as she turned to the woman beside her.

“My darling child,” she purred, her hiss-like voice turned into a purr. “Why don’t you dance? This evening is for you, after all...”

The flame-haired woman, the Hellion Princess, turned to her mother, flame-red eyes cold. “I told you,” she hissed, “that I did not want a party, mother.” Her pale arms had crossed over her corseted chest as she spoke.

If a newcomer to hell were to see the two upon the thrones, he’d swear he’d just stepped into the sixteenth century. The King of Hell wore an elegant, royal purple velvet gown, thin golden cords pulling the corset-like top tight at her back. An elaborate gold tiara adorned her brow, pale skin shining in excitement. The Hellion Princess wore a simple black velvet gown, royal purple cords holding her corset together. The skirt on her dress was much shorter than her mother’s long train, ending just below her slippered feet. As always, her throat was beset by her favorite bondage collar, it’s worn leather hugging the woman’s neck like a second skin.

“My darling,” the King purred, leaning her startling beautiful face on her hand, tilting towards her daughter provokingly. “There’s no such thing as an unwanted birthday party.”

The princess rolled her eyes. “There is when you share your birthday with the Savior.” Her soft alto voice spat out the name as if it were something wicked, as if it were poison.

This enticed a laugh from her mother. “Teru, my darling!” she chuckled, standing and beckoning someone over. A young drow stepped forward and bowed to the King and princess. His messy silver hair hung in his face, falling about his jaw line and into his golden-emerald eyes. His skin, though unusual for a drow, was a light tan, covered by a pair of elegant black dress slacks, a white long sleeved silk shirt, and an open fronted black dress jacket.

“My child,” the King purred once more, “on this day, the day of your one-hundred and twenty-eighth year of life, I introduce you to Shinto, Kurai Shinto of the Drow.”

Again, the man bowed low, smiling sultrily at the princess as he extended a hand to her. “A pleasure to meet you, your highness,” he murmured, his head tilting up to catch her eyes with his. The princess’s brow arched delicately as she took the offered hand. She wasn’t surprised when he brought his lips to her fingers and stood slowly.

“Teru, my darling, “her mother purred again, sitting back. “Please take a dance, won’t you?”

The red haired demon glared at her mother and sighed. “Very well. One dance.”

Shinto smiled and pulled the princess away, down towards the dance floor, where he wrapped a hand about her waist and took her other hand in his other. Following the drow’s lead, Teru allowed her mind to wander, her thoughts no where near where they should be.

Was it any surprise to anyone when she screamed in anger and ran out of the dancing hall?

(Flashback)

It was snowing, and Teru had just escaped from the birthday party her mother had thrown for her. She sighed, gazing up lazily at the cloudy, white-speckled sky above, feeling much more at peace than she had in a long time. She could even ignore the annoying child screaming at his parents that there was a demon sitting up in the tree. The thought of annoying the child enticed a smile on her lips, she but thought against it.

After all, she didn’t want the Savior to descend from his High Throne in Heaven and attack her, now did she?

With a sigh, the Hellion Princess slid down the trunk and began walking down one of the many paths strewn about the park. The snow fell heavier with each step, masking her trail as quickly as she moved, despite the heavy velvet gown she wore.

All of a sudden, she was assaulted by a snowball. She turned around, a feral growl at her lips to be met with a small group of boy-children. They ranged from the early age of five to fourteen, or so she guessed, and were garbed in the outlandish coats that the humans preferred in the winter months. There was a girl-child, hardly four years old, holding tightly onto a stuffed toy. She looked like she was about ready to cry.

One of the boys’ pulled back his arm and tossed another snowball at her. “We don’t need you here, demon!” he shouted. The girl let out a sob as Teru brushed the snow out of her hair and glared at the child. One of the older boys pulled her behind him.

“And, pray tell, how did you know I was a demon?” Teru growled.

The boy-child smirked as he straightened. “You’re eyes are red and you’re wearing an old dress!”

The girl pushed the boy in front of her away, rushing to stand in front of Teru. “She’s not a demon!” she cried, her toy having fallen from her hands. Teru glanced down at her, smirking, and knelt next to her.

“What would you do if I told you I am a demon?” she purred. The girl’s eyes widened, her arms–which had been up protecting the red-haired woman–fell to her sides.

“Y-you...are?” The child’s voice was breathless; she backed away slowly, even until she fell into one of the boys’ arms. Teru drew up to her full height, smirking down at the children and released her wings. The large pair of midnight-black wings unfurled, shaped like a bat’s wings. The wind got colder, the children huddling together for warmth and from fear.

“Now you see,” the demon-princess hissed. “I am a demon. However, I’m not the type of demon you can push away with a snowball.” She stepped toward them, then furled her wings back into place; once more, the leather-like skin was hidden in her body.

“Princess Teru!” She groaned and turned toward the demon-messenger running towards her. “Princess Teru, I shall protect you!” He drew his sword in one swift moment, and, before Teru could stop him, had jumped into the midst of the children and began slashing. Teru’s flame-red eyes opened wide, her mouth opening in a scream as she slammed the messenger away from what remained of the children. The girl-child was before her, when Teru collapsed on the ground, her eyes wide in fear and death. The snowy ground was soaked in red, the lost teddy-bear already caked in blood.

“You…” Teru growled when the messenger finally neared her. “How dare you take away a child’s life?” Blood-red tears were streaming down her pale face, her eyes glowing with pain.

The demon held out a hand to help the princess up. “They were attacking you. No one should be allowed to harm the Hellion Princess.”

Teru growled and slapped away the demon’s hand. “How dare you?!” she shouted, standing and backhanding the man to the ground. “A child’s life should not be taken away! Not before they’ve seen what life has to offer them!” Tears still streamed down her face as the man sat up, shock on his face.

“Y-you’re highness?” he whispered, staring up at her with his dark eyes wide.

“A child’s life is far more precious than my own.” Teru’s voice was cold as she kicked the man. Smirking harshly, she bent over him and pressed one of her sharp finger nails into his throat. “I think, by the time I’m finished with you,” she purred, voice darker than night, “you’ll never be able to harm another living thing again…”

(end flashback)

Akrasiel pulled his lover close to his body, his large wings surrounding their bodies securely. His messy silver hair was pulled back into a loose pony-tail, his sloppy-cut bangs falling into his dark blue eyes. As he was a celestial being, he was tall, dwarfing the five-foot woman in his arms by a good foot.

"I've missed you, Clarissa," he whispered, laying his forehead against hers. The woman smiled, tears brimming her stormy grey eyes. Her luscious chestnut brown hair was pulled into an elegant bun at the back of her head, which was almost buried in the angel’s embrace.

"I missed you, too, Akrasiel," she murmured. She wrapped her arms about his waist, tilting her head slightly to the side, shifting to bury her face in his shoulder. His arms tightened around her, his wings brushing against her back gently.

“When can I meet her?” he whispered after a short pause.

“She gets home in a few minutes,” Clarissa whispered. “She‘s been so excited. I told her she‘d finally get to meet her father some time this week…” The woman pulled back, her eyes bright. “It‘s been eighteen years, Akrasiel.”

He nodded. “Too long.”

He had leaned in to press his lips against hers, but the sound of a door opening and closing made him stop.

“’Kaasan?” a light feminine voice called, soft footsteps moving down towards the room the two lovers currently shared.

“In here, Savanna,” Clarissa called, pulling away from her lover slightly. The wings fell just as the door opened, revealing--to the angel‘s eyes--a young woman just inside the door way. Long silver-white hair cascaded to her mid-back, wide cloudy-blue eyes examining the man before her with intent curiosity. Slender curves were graced with a flowing pastel blue skirt and a form-fitting white blouse. Behind her shoulder blades rested a pair of small, white wings, quivering in anticipation--or was it curiosity?

“’Tousan…?” she whispered, taking a cautious step towards her parent and the man.

Akrasiel smiled brightly and opened his arms, inviting her into his embrace. The girl smiled, taking the last few steps at a run and burying her face into her lost father‘s chest.

“Savanna,” her mother said, gently laying a hand over the man‘s shoulder, “this is your father, the Archangel Akrasiel. Darling, this is our daughter, Savanna.”

Akrasiel‘s arms wrapped around the much smaller girl, pulling her to him tightly. “Savanna…” he whispered, hands stroking her hair gently.

“’Tousan…” the girl answered. Her light voice was choked, startling her mother and father into sharing shocked glances.

“Savanna…? Sweetheart?” her mother whispered, moving to gently lay a hand across the girl‘s shaking shoulder.

“Why…?” Savanna whimpered. Her voice was thick with tears. “Why did you leave us?”

Akrasiel‘s face saddened. “I had no choice…” he whispered, giving his lover a knowing look over his daughter‘s head.

“Sweetheart,” Clarissa murmured, pulling her daughter back slightly. “Are you…?” She stopped, noting the slow river of tears sliding down her daughter‘s face. “Oh…sweetheart…”

“I‘ve waited all this time… All this time for some sign, some hint that you still cared about us…”

“I did care…” he whispered, voice soft as he folded his wings against his back. “I just couldn’t do anything about it with out angering the Higher Powers… Michael especially.”

Savanna stepped back, her hands fisted into her skirt, head bowed. “But…you never called…never wrote…didn’t do anything…”

“I tried…no one who descended would take my messages. We don’t have phones in Heaven…” She shook her head, then turned and slowly glided out of the room. Just beyond the door, she stopped and turned to them.

“Where were you ten years ago…when I was assaulted because the children were afraid of me?”

(Flashback)

The children glared at her as the eight-year old Savanna neared them, even though her smile was nothing but kind.

“H-hey, everyone…” she muttered, looking up at them hopefully through her shaggy silver hair.

“Monster,” one kid hissed.

“Demon,” another added.

“Beast,” said a third.

“Leave her alone, you bastards!”

The new voice belonged to an older kid, possibly in his preteen-age. Savanna blushed when he moved to stand behind her, a hand on her shoulder.

“I swear, you’re actin’ like a bunch of idiots!” the boy continued, starting to lead the girl away. “Just because she has silver hair, bah!”

The wings on the girl’s back quivered, making several of the children back away and hiss. The boy didn’t seem to notice.

“She has wings!” one of the older of the group growled. “Can’t you see ‘em, bro?!”

The boy looked down at the girl’s back, his eyes seeing nothing but her long, unruly hair. “No,” he said simply. “I think you’re just going crazy.”

The kind, older boy walked Savanna the rest of the way to the elementary school, taking her to her first class and everything. She shyly thanked him and moved to her seat in the back of the room to bury her nose in a book and ignore the hateful glares from the other students.

The end of the day found the kind boy at her classroom door, ready to walk her home. She accepted his invitation, shyly walking at his side, head bowed with her hair in her face.

The next day the boy was home sick. Savanna was beaten up that day, her wings pulled on and her hair yanked until she cried. Her mother couldn’t do anything to help her, only hold her while the girl cried.

The day after that day found the boy once again by her side. The children who had attacked her were bruised, some even missing teeth. Savanna idly wondered if her savior--the older boy with her--was the one who’d beaten them up, but didn’t ask. She really didn’t want to know.

One day the boy just stopped showing up at her door. For the rest of the summer, every time the child left the house, she was attacked by children with stones, sticks, and fists.

Nothing was sacred that year.

(end flashback)

(end chapter one)

Poor Savanna… However, she is not a hateful person. She actually is very kind and helpful to everyone. She’s also a pacifist. :3 If you need help understanding anything, DO NOT HESITATE TO ASK. I’d be more than happy to help you! :3 (Yes, very “Savanna-esque”)

First off, lets get the pre-FAQ started.

Why is Satan female? Because I believe, in the olden days, that men feared women more than they feared the unknown. Women were considered vixens, enchantresses, and--on occasion--evil. How many male witches did they burn at the stake? Next to none. Satan is female because women used to be considered evil. And what, pray tell, is Satan? Pure evil, no?

Who is Akrasiel? Akrasiel is one of God’s seven Archangels. I used one of his sub-names, because I didn’t feel like using his real name. (which, at the moment, I don’t even remember.)

…Those are the only questions I’m predicting people will ask. If you’ve anymore, please don’t hesitate. I love educating people on what they do not understand.

Holy shit. I’m a fucking teacher. -bangs her head into the desk-

Ja.
Lucy's daughter