~ They Keep Falling ~~by Kasa Ralin Darkfyre Author's notes - Forgive me for not writing myself in third person, as did Archion and Ginattak before me, but I thought it was kind of strange to be doing such.... Jessi's notes - Do you have any idea how long it took me to whip that Angel into doing this? Dear god! You 'd better like it! Lol! ~ * ^ * ~ I'm not one for talking much, especially not about myself, and even less about my past. However, I am compelled to do so...please bear with me, this is far from easy. My name is Kasa Ralin Darkfyre...Ghost Moonchylde Darkfyre in the mortal tongue. Most simply call me Kas'Ralin however. It doesn't matter to me. I was the firstborn child of Lycavi Widowkiss and Pavlasune Darkfyre...technically, the first BORN child to exist. I'm pretty old, heh...however, that's not really the point of all this. I was born to Lycavi, the demon queen, via a twisted rape. Lycavi, a succubus and the first female creation, stalked down Pavlasune, a creature who I still haven't decided whether or not it is human...he's so cold and distant, so...mechanical. He's more machine than human, at least I believe... Anyway, I stray from the point, if indeed I had one. Lycavi, being a succubus, hunted down Pavlasune with intent on becoming with child while he slept, as is the nature of the succubi. However, Pavlasune was not sleeping when she went in to...well, essentially rape him. She changed her mind and tried to leave, but he grabbed her and raped her. It sometimes make me wonder if it's still rape if both sides do it to the other...I suppose it is, in a twisted sense. Lycavi Widowkiss-Darkfyre didn't want a child simply because she had maternal instincts, however. I soon found out just exactly WHY she wanted to bear a child. Me, having been her first, had the more power by far than those that would follow me. I was one of a breed that was rare even in its peak; I was an Echomancer. Echomancy is an odd, powerful magic. Though on my own, I have very little magic, that changes frequently. I echo the magic of the closest creature or, with concentration, the creature of my choosing that isn't too far off. I don't just echo the magic they have learned; I echo the full potential of the pinnacle of their power. An echo always raises the strength of whatever is being echoed. If I echoed a low level fire spell, it would become a mid to high level fire spell. Magic, however, isn't the only thing I echo. I also echo emotions, sensations, and feelings. This is usually my curse. An emotion or feeling echoed is much stronger when I receive it. If it is a good emotion, then it's a very good thing for me. However, if it's a negative to near-negative emotion...it almost lays me out. In that respect, I almost have to thank Lycavi...almost. Feeling the pain of dark emotions is so much better than the hell she made me endure. I came into my magic at the age of 13, as most mages tend to do. That invoked a transformation in me, and instead of being the demon I was born to be, I became an angel. Oh, words cannot describe Lycavi's rage when that happened. What small chance I had at a semi-normal life died that day. In her rage, she used the full depth of her nethermagic to create a demonseed, which she forced into my soul. Her plan didn't work properly. The demon was intended to possess me, and slowly eradicate my presence. But it didn't work right; I was too powerful for the demon. With no other option, do or die, I forced the demon from me. It materialized for its first time. Having no body, it copied mine to an extent. It had the same magics as me, including my Echomancy; however, the Echomancy was too dangerous for it to use in all but the most dire of situations, for the demon hadn't latched on to it properly. This demon took the name of Imati Darkfyre-Widowkiss. This did not make Lycavi happy, as one would imagine. She flew into a rage. If I would not be what she wanted me to be willingly, she would force me into the role she had set for me. She created a time warp. Time warps are odd things; within a time warp, 500 years pass for every second in the outside world. Within this time warp, she created for me a place I will always deem worse than hell itself. She locked me within this time warp, in a blank white chamber. At least...I think it was white. White was all I could see. I couldn't hear anything at all, not even hear myself screaming my throat raw. But the worst...I could feel nothing. I clawed at my skin until I was raw and bleeding, ripped myself virtually apart, and still felt nothing. It was complete and total sensory deprivation, and all my terror did was echo and rebound upon myself, as did the oppressive nothingness. I know I cried, curled up in a ball in some infinite nightmare. Lycavi left me in there. On the outside world, over 17 and a half million years passed. Within the time warp, five hundred years passed for every second of those 17.5 odd million years. The actual amount of time I was in there staggers my imagination. [1] But I did not break; Lycavi never managed to break my spirit. She saw this the first time I was out of that chamber. She beat me brutally, but I welcomed it...the pain was delicious and intense compared to the nothing. However, she had gained one massive bargaining chip; now, I had two choices. Do as she said, or go back into the room until I decided to do as she said. Regretfully, I usually did as she said. Sensory deprivation is the worst fate an Echomancer could ever suffer. Over time, under Lycavi's thumb, my power skyrocketed. My magic grew to levels that were undreamed of. Being a virgin, it gave my power an added burst. Given proper time, I would become invulnerable. I cannot say I was displeased...I felt something was missing, besides the gaps in my memory when Lycavi wiped my mind clean after most successful missions. I never knew desire of any sort, nor did I want for anything, because I did not know of the concepts of 'want'. I was a Fallen Angel; Lycavi was my megami, what was there to want? Lycavi finally reached the point where my invulnerability could be achieved. She began a war, hiring in Warlords from the Multiverse. Most of them were loyal; a few were not and just wanted to try and beat Lycavi. Those few were the ones I sided with. Though I wanted nothing...Lycavi's winning just wasn't seeming right. Lycavi learned that if she bore a child, she would be released from the Netherworld. She had just one option in this matter; the Warlord of Earth, one Cidoslear Cavendesora DeCrane. Cid, however, was one of the 'good guys' and wasn't really on her side. We discussed possible methods for Cid to escape Lycavi's intent, and came up with but one. If Cid had no desire in women...or if Lycavi, at least, believed this...perhaps she would leave him be. We formed a plan, and, though I was nervous, followed through with it anyway. When Lycavi entered to invite Cid to her room, she came upon him taking my virginity. Such rage was never before seen. She stormed out of there, and left the castle as I lay in Cid's arms, a whole new world opened to me, a world of wants and desires and love. I did not quite realize the magnitude of the consequence of that night's actions, not until later. Later that night, I realized something that put my heart through flip-flops. I was with child. I had no idea how in hell such had happened...my magic must have been a bit loose. Either way, I was going to bear a baby, a life born of me and my lover of a night...the thought filled me with both joy and dread. I locked myself in a time warp, and came out later, when my daughter, Starlet Raline Darkfyre-DeCrane was about five years of age. My dear little angel...she had my hair; long, a golden-brown color, and Cid's eyes, deep and green in a way indescribable, like endless seas of emerald. She had wings the color of her hair, as I did...so she was, literally, an angel. This night, this joyous, wondrous night during which I would again see my lover and he would meet his daughter, soon turned into disaster. As I walked down the halls towards Cid's chambers, I almost crashed into Imati. The demon that had shared my soul smiled coldly. "He's dead, ayasha. [2] And so are you! You little whore! You ruined it all for Lycavi-megami!" I didn't have time to think. I saw Imati coming for me and poor, terrified Starlet hiding behind me. I cast a powerful random teleportation spell on my daughter, and she blinked out of my vision, maybe forever. I cast a likewise spell on myself, disappearing just as the demon flew at me. I was stuck in limbo for an indeterminably long time. Finally, I popped out inside another world. I looked around cautiously, taking in the sight. A woman was curled up on the couch, chewing idly on a pencil as she stared hard at a piece of lined paper. My mind refused to process this. A Druin? [3] Here? Where was here, anyway? She didn't seem like a very big threat, so I looked around. Then I turned back to the neko-ningen, who was still staring at that blank paper. She had blonde hair that stopped just a bit shy of her shoulders, and a big fluffy neko-tail that matched her hair. Neko-ears poked out of said hair, and I would imagine she no doubt had razor sharp claws retracted into her hands and feet. Finally, she noticed me. "Hello! What are you doin here? You here to be my muse? I typed one up on the Keyboard of Doom (c) over there, but I didn't think it would work!" I looked at her cautiously. She was smiling widely, pleased to see me. Musehood wasn't a common job, but it wasn't exactly frowned upon either. I could do worse, far worse...I could be back with Lycavi and Imati...or could stay here with a relatively friendly-seeming Druin woman. I bowed deeply, extending my wings slightly. This language was very rare in my homeworld, and I was very rusty with it. "I am most honored to make your acquaintance, Lady Druin. I would gladly accept your offer of musehood." The neko-onna blinked, then grinned. "Hiya! I'm Jessi Maxwell! What's your name? Wow, you're an angel, cool!" Again I bowed deeply, a slight blush tinging my cheeks and a small smile quirking my lips. I couldn't help but like her. She had an addictive, happy, bouncing personality. "I am Ghost Moonchylde Darkfyre...in your language." I replied to her, the mortal words rolling off my tongue unfamiliarly. "Really? Ghost, huh? What's your name in YOUR language?" Jessi asked, her tail swishing and her eyes alight with curiosity. "Kasa Ralin...though most shorten it to Kas'Ralin." "I like it! You're hired!" And thus began my Musehood...and thus began my life. I still don't know what I'm going to do on things...because where do Fallen Angels go? What if they just keep falling?... ~ Owari ~ Jessi's notes - Ok, Kas' made me out to be kinda ditzy...lol. I guess I was in a pretty good mood when we met! Hehe! Hope you like it! Author's notes - ...Yes, there IS more to it than just this, but this was all I could bring myself to write for now. Fare thee well, reader, and tempt not the fates. ~ Footnotes ~ [1] If you really want to know how long Kasa spent locked up, I guess I'll do the math...lets see...each minute equals 30,000 years...that's 1,800,000 years per hour...43,200,000 years per day...15,778,800,000 years per...well, year on the outside world...gids, gotta bust out the pencil and paper now...too big for my calculator... 15,778,800,000,000,000 years per every million year... *sweatdrop*...and... 2,761,550,000,000,000,000 years for 17.5 million years... so add on the 2 months, week, six days, four hours, three minutes, and seventeen seconds Kas was also in there for... add on another 3,204,098,500 years...well, that means, should my adding be completely correct...Kas was in there for roughly (tenths of seconds and such not counted...) ...2,761,550,003,204,098,500 years...what the hell do you call a number like that?! ....Kas was in the torture chamber for 2 quintillion, 761 quadrillion, 550 trillion, 3 billion, 204 million, 98 thousand, and 500 years... *huge sweatdrop*...not including the times after that Lycavi got mad and threw him back in for a while...POOR KAS! *glomps the poor angel* [2] Ayasha - means 'angel' in Kas and Imati's tongue. [3] Druin - Druins are a species in Kas's homeworld. They are neko-ningens...part cat, part human.