An Angel's Turn

The Raven Crow Rothbart

I hated everything to do with forced marriages. One of them involved a man by the name of Rothbart. He was a pure villain; he even went off the definition of it. He was dressed in pure black with a ruby stoned gem shoved in the center of his chest. The shoulders of his shirt draped outward with black feathers of the crow. He was a mix between the crow and raven. His father was the crow king Kurōtadori; he was a bastard by all royals.

He had a queen but decided to betray her by screwing a raven named Merle; she was innocent though. She didn't ask to be r***d and bear the son of a tyrant man who only viewed women as tools for heirs or war. Rothbart was no different. He captured me not once but twice. I suffered for two years in his dungeon.

I still remembered the wretched smell of the cell I was placed in. It reeked of wet moss and dirt, the wind was wet from the rainfall that always occurs in his dark domain. The chains that he shackled me with were rusted but not easily broken. My whole cell was dirty from the previous captives that lived there before.

I always knew when he'd come to see me, the sick bastard. He was always so cruel with his words and steps. He made it down the steps and his dark crimson eyes met my deep sapphire blue. The very eyes that held no life. No remorse. No nothing. I couldn't stand him. I always growled at him or tried to strike him even though my hands were bound above my head and my legs shackled to the floor. He r***d me for those two years. I didn't bore anything for him though. He was sterile as all hell. The weak dead assed spermed f**k.

He forgot that Death Banes go rabid during full red moons. It is a problem all females face. Especially when we hit maturity. It is always a problem for us. I destroyed several of his guards as I left without a single trace. Months later I murdered him by slicing his head clean off with a sword. I didn't give him a second to defend himself, no, he didn't deserve that treatment. He deserved death for the murder of my parents. The very beings who gave me life. Gave me hope, hell even gave me a future.

I was no exception to that rule; it was always us females that knew many things. We even knew how we were made. Yes you heard right we knew what s*x was. Whatever age we were when we got our powers, that's the age we are when we know everything. I was three. Worst day of my life. Literally. No joke whatsoever. I hated that day. Once innocent minded turned filthy and desperate. Not desperate for s*x more like to be innocent again.

That was my deepest wish. All I wanted was to be the woman I used to know. Everytime I look in the mirror it reflects the old me. The little girl who wore solid white clothes. I looked almost like a dove or a swan. What's even more painful is the fact that my name Angel can go two ways. Yes, my name can be darkness or light.

I used to be known as something that not many knew about Death Banes. Some are called Serenity. A name given to one that remains pure and innocent regardless of life's troubles. It is also the name given that grants healing and constant forgiveness to those who deserve it.

I was one. I know that is truly hard to believe but I too can heal. I'm two halves of a whole. Not part nor section. A full two halves. One part of me is holy while the other is tainted.

There was nothing more saddening than that horrible truth. I'm chained to earth, like a fallen angel. That was what Rothbart wanted. He wanted me chained to the earth so bad that it caused blood to spill off of me. The chains that I bore hidden in my skin were the reminders of why I shouldn't interfere with the dead. I was already ridden with several scars and marks from fights I've been in and survived.

None of them was worth the pain I endured afterwards. I wasn't seen as a person by those who controlled me. Yes, the monster council. They controlled me. I can't disobey otherwise they'd kill me. Those rotten bastards never found out about my son Yami. My little ray of darkness. My very essence.

To the monster council, I'm seen as nothing but a mere weapon. A tool. A pet until they feel threatened. I hated them even now years later I still do. I despise them to the very core of my being. All they ever did was make me their slave. To do their dirty work. I never once wanted to do the horrible things they requested.

I once had wings. Yes that much is true. They were blue. Beautiful and shiny. They were blue angel feathers. A sign of my beautiful nature. I however lost them to the council. They ripped them clean off without any remorse for my well being. They rather found entertainment in my desperate cries of pain and mercy.

That was the price of my betrayal to them. You may ask what was my act that led to my wings being removed by force? Well, I didn't obey their command to destroy a village. I let the people live.

I wasn't sorry at all. I accepted the fact I'd never fly again. I wasn't scared to not fly. I was more relieved that the people were spared. If it meant I'd lose something I didn't care. I knew exactly what they were made of. One was an albino and I mean literally. She was pale with red eyes. The others were normal. She was the only one that was like that.

I hated them. I wanted to kill them myself. However I couldn't because it wasn't time yet. I knew when the right time would approach though. Of course I'd be looking forward to it.