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A Demon Queen's Angel (Krystal x Omako)

Krystal_Atems_Girl

Krystal_Atems_Girl

Pulsar
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Feb 26, 2013
Location
Crystal Palace and Egypt
Krystal could not contain her sorrow. The man she loved had just saved her life. She sat alone in her big midnight blue bedroom, sobbing, her long naturally blue hair covering her face. She couldn't even look around her bedroom, everything in it reminded her of him, the man who saved her life. Krystal sat holding her knees to her chest as she cried, her satin bedspread as drenched in tears as her black skinny jeans. Her mother came in and held her daughter close, shushing her tears and singing to her softly, trying to offer comfort.

"I just can't believe he's gone mommy.. I loved him so much." she squeaked out, crying on her mother Meggie's shoulder. Her mother held her closer still, stroking her head and handing her a little blue stuffed kitten. "Your father gave this to me when I was crying. I hope little bluebell makes you feel better Krystal kitten." she says with a slight smile as she continues to hold the sobbing 22 year old.

"Thank you mommy." she said with a tiny smile, hugging it close. The kitten did make her feel a little better, but it wasn't him. She would give anything to be in his arms again, to kiss him, just to see him again. Her mother left soon after that, and the curvy but thin blue eyed girl began to cry once again, wishing to god to see him again. "Come back to me" she whispered just before passing out from crying.
 
It had all happened so fast, he hadn't even had time to think his choice all the way through. One moment, Blake had been enjoying a wonderful night with his wonderful girlfriend, and in just a moment, some drunk driver and a few shards of glass had torn everything away from him. He'd only had an instant to register the oncoming headlights, and swerved to the side before the impact. If there was one thing he could be thankful for before his consciousness left for the final time, his reaction had at least save Krystal the worst of it. He looked to her worried expression, pained that his last look wasn't a smile, and then everything went dark.

He awoke later, but he couldn't tell how long. Seconds, minutes, days? As he looked around, he only noticed his body seemed devoid of the cuts that he thought had killed him, and as he observed his surroundings, he found a voice echoing in his head. It told him that for his devotion even to the death, he was to become an angel of death, a servant of God to guide pure souls to their proper resting place. In fact, for reasons untold, he was to become the head Angel of Death, allowed to roam the world of the living when his duties were unneeded.

His thoughts immediately went to her. Blake thought his actions had protected her, but he nonetheless worried for Krystal, peering down, he saw her, asleep on her bed with a kitten beside her. He could tell from her expression that she'd been crying. He reviewed what souls he was to pass tonight, and immediately set out to his duties, needing to be done within the night so he could see her again.
 
Krystal couldn't help but dream of Blake. While she slept, images of her past with him went through her mind like an arrow flying through the sky, each dream a different memory. The last one of the night wasn't like the other's though. It wasn't a memory, but it wasn't a possible happening either. She gripped her pillow as she slept, mumbling. The dream was simple. They were on their regular Friday night date, a movie, and then dinner at Krystal's own Asian fusion resturaunt. Blake was acting strange though, nervous even. It wasn't until they got back to their penthouse in her hotel that she understood his unease. He was proposing! She squeaked out a yes in her sleep, and before he could put the ring on her finger, she awoke.

Krystal sighed, looking around their room. "Still alone. I miss you, loverboy." She said softly, getting out of bed, stripping, and going into the adjacent bathroom to shower. For some reason, warm water always helped her clear her head, and that was just what she needed right now. She needed to keep her mind focused so she could go on for her soulmate, blake. At least, she saw him as her soulmate. Ever since they were young, he had always stood up for her, helped her, and as of late, made love to her. Krystal started the shower, going to pick out her clothes for the day. Today was the funeral, so she decided she would wear his favorite black dress and her sparkly silver shoes. Blake had always said hoe it made her sparkle even more when she wore them. Before she headed into the shower, she smiled. "Where ever you are, lover boy, know that I love you blake. More than anything." She admitted to the air, walking into the shower.
 
Blake was feeling exhausted after his work. It had taken him a while to find his way to all the souls he was tasked with escorting, and he wasn't quite familiar with what he'd need to do specifically for the task. As soon as his duties were done, he rushed to his hometown, finding Krystal's home and seeing her still asleep. He didn't want her to simply sleep through the night saddened by his death, but to remember the happy moments as well. He imagined them, tried to turn her thoughts to them as she dreamed, before he saw she was waking. He moved from his floating position by the window, trying to figure out how to present himself to her again. He sat on the bed, thinking on it a bit longer than he should have as she showered.
 
Krystal stood in the shower for at least 20 minutes, trying to relax. She missed Blake a whole lot, and this whole thing was taking a big toll on her. She stayed in the bathroom for a little while longer, the sound of the blowdryer humming audible through to their bedroom. When she came out, she had already done her makeup, and pulled her long hair into a ponytail, not noticing blake sitting on the bed yet, to busy fussing with her dress. The dress was a simple shiny black 50's style halter dress with pretty silve sparkles and glitter all over it, and to finish the look she wore the silver engrave promise ring Blake had given her for their 3rd anniversary on her right ring finger, a simple white gold and sapphire necklace he'd also given her, and lastly, the pandora charm brace he gave her on her right wrist, and the intricately carved shiny silver bangle he'd also given her. When she was finished, she let her hair down, pulling back only the part in her face, and leaving the rest down, just like he loved.

Now that she thought she was ready to go to the funeral and see him in the casket again, she saw him. Sitting there on her bed and looking deep in thought. "Blake?" She asked tentatively, voice low though she was alone in her penthouse, her expression unsure but hopeful. Could he possibly be real, and not a figment of her imagination? Somehow she felt like a mourning bella from twilight. While she enjoyed making fun of the series of books and movies, she owned each on dvd, and had at read ech book at least once. Blake had always laughed at her for reading it. He'd ask, "If you hate it so much, why do you read it. Krystal would chuckle back. "I don't hate it, blake. I just enjoy making fun of it." She'd admit, still chuckling. She smiled a little at their most recent banter on that, seeing as Krystal had been watching breaking dawn parts 1 and 2 back to back. Her head snapped back to reality when she realized what she'd seen. "Is it really you, loverboy? I'd really not like to be going crazy." She said with a small chuckle, making a joke to try and keep herself calm.
 
Blake looked up just in time to hear the door open, seeing Krystal walk in and adjust her dress and jewelry. He'd seen her undressed many times, but he couldn't help but grin a bit. She cared so much to look her best even for his funeral, which only reaffirmed to him he'd found the best woman he could in her. He listened to the hesitation her her voice, as if she couldn't believe she was seeing him again. She looked about as bewildered as he had at the revelation that she read Twilight and and seemed to have so much fun with it. Standing from the bed, he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her as well as his wings. "It is me, Krystal. You're not any crazier than the day we met," he teased her back, rubbing her as he held her in an embrace to show he was real. All his relief at existence after death, the kind of power he'd been granted in the afterlife, and his greatest gift was being able to see her again.

"The truth is, I'll still be here for you, but last night still did happen how it did." He unfolded his black feathered wings, sitting her down to explain what he'd learned after the accident. "So I'm now in charge of guiding dead to heaven, but it does come with some nice little benefits." He over her face, seeing some slight bruising she'd still suffered during the crash. Running a hand over her cheek, he focused a calm soothing on her and watched the skin return to her natural white, smooth color. "Still, it's not too different from before, getting all my work done so that I can see you." He chuckled a bit, making light of the fact that, technically, he was dead. "That reminds me, what exactly should I do regarding the funeral?" He didn't exactly want to leave her, but attending his own funeral service was a bit odd.
 
Krystal's tears started again as she pulled him closer to her, kissing him passionately. "Blake.. Oh god. I thought I'd lost you." She sniffled, hugging him close and snuggling into him, fingering his wings. They were black and so so soft. She looked into his eyes, stroking his cheek, letting him lead her back to the bed. "So, the archangel of death? That, my dear, is epically awesome. But, shouldn't a mortal not be able to see you?" She asked questioningly, looking at him, confusion in her pretty features. She could sense something different about herself, but she didn't know what. It was a strange feeling, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She cuddled into him, giving him a light kiss, letting herself relax. "Well, you could put on a disguise, or maybe figure out if you can turn invisible." She said to his question of the funeral, as a dark figure appeared.
 
Roreck had taken a little time, but at last he'd managed to locate her. Bowing in her presence, the dark-clad figure began to speak. "Milady, good, I've finally found you. I'm sorry to be so abrupt, but I need you to come with me. Your father's throne is in need of its proper heir." He stood back up, looking over and admiring how beautiful the young princess had grown to look. He was a servant of the demon courts and ordered by the king, her father, to serve as her guardian while she was raised in the human world by her mother. Blake, meanwhile, was a bit wary of this strange figure's presence, both as an angel to a demon and as a protective boyfriend to weird messenger guy.
 
Krystal looked at the man in front of them curiously, leaning into Blake. She wasn't used to men bowing to her unless she was in a drama ta college. Krystal loved acting and singing, always winning the main part, she and Blake were always the leads, even since they were children. She kisses Blake's cheek. "What are you talking about, and where did you come from? My father is a hotel tycoon, not a king." She said, unaware of what she really was. She wasn't afraid of the man, but she clung to Blake all the same, somehow sensing an impending fight between her boyfriend, and the unknown man calling her "mi'lady." This was all to weird, her boyfriend an arch angel, and now this guy? Her day was getting stranger by the moment.
 
"That was what your father presented himself as when he met your mother, and it is admittedly something he oversaw. I never quite understood his fascination with the upper world enough to engage in such a profession. But he was not just any king. He was the king of the underworld, and you his heir. May I ask who your company is?" He eyed Blake suspiciously. "My name his Blake, Krystal's boyfriend and protector first, an archangel of death second. Do you want me to demonstrate?" He had an edge to his voice, wondering what this creep wanted barging in. Given what happened to him, he could believe something of his story, but he didn't quite trust him with her either.
 
Krystal looked at the man in front of her. "Blake is my boyfriend. I will make one new rule. No one is to touch him. If anyone does. You bring them to me. I will not tolerant anything of the sort. He is my love." She said firmly, skin turning blue just faintly. She kissed blake, pulling him closer. She was very clingy as of late, given what had happened only days before. "Well, apparently I'm a demon princess. That's epic. So, what's your name, sir, and can Blake come with us? I kinda watched him die a few days ago, and need him." She admitted, looking at the handsome man. She liked him already, and couldn't wait for them to be friends.
 
"Very well, he's more than welcome to join us so long as he behaves. Angel kind typically aren't allowed in our court without royal sanction." Roreck took her hand, kissing it courteously as he beckoned them follow. Opening a portal, he stepped through it to lead them, Blake following and holding her hand to keep them together. As they stepped through, they were greeted by the sight of a large palace hall, and a figure Blake could tell was Roreck, though looking much more imposing with elaborate robes and large demonic bat like wings. "This way, please." He directed them to follow to the throne room.
 
Krystal grinned, then giggled as he kissed her had. It was so old fashioned, yet so chivalrous. "Brilliant. But you still didn't answer my question. What's your name?" She asked, squeezing Blake's hand as they went through the portal. Krystal didn't know why, but she felt very safe with this man. She felt like he would keep her safe, even if Blake wasn't there. Like she could confide in him. She wasn't phased when he changed forms, to her, it suited him well. She didn't change much, aside from her skin turning blue. She followed him to the throne room, fascinated by all this. "This place is beautiful. Just my style architecturally and decorated too." She admitted, grinning.
 
As they entered the throne room, he gave another bow to her. "My name is Roreck. I apologize for taking so long to introduce myself, but I needed to get you here and introduce you to the courts." He gave a bow, smiling to his mistress and glad she liked the palace. "Well then, if you would, please take the throne so we can discuss the matter at hand." He gestured to the seat, Blake kissing her cheek and choosing to fall into place alongside the other members of the court.
 
Krystal smiled. "Roreck. An appropriate name for one such as you." She said with a smile, nodding at him and walking over to the large blue and gold throne, sitting croslegged in it with her sparkly silver heels beside it. "So, what's the switch, pitch?" She asked roreck, already having picked out his nickname, because his cool demeanor and dark choice of clothes reminded her of Pitch from "rise of the gaurdians" She was very nonchalant in her actions, feeling at home somehow, particularly with Blake and roreck around. Krystal pouted slightly though. Blake was to far away.
 
Roreck chuckled a bit, but composed himself quickly. "Milady, please be serious. We simply invited you to take your position as the Queen of our realm." Blake nodded, though something didn't feel right. He sensed something may be wrong on the horizon. Nonetheless he waved to and supported his girlfriend as she took the throne. "You'll be free to come and go as you please, but you'll need to join us if the matter calls for you."
 
Krystal nodded, though she smiled. "I do apologize. When I get nervous I tend to become less composed." She admitted, before she smiled again. "Well, that seems rather fair. You all do not mind that I feel for an angel, right? Well, he was human when I fell for him, but I digress. I'd love to be your queen. Could be fun." She admitted, rambling a little, and both roreck from watching her and Blake from knowing her, would know it was because she was very nervous. Krystal took in a breath, putting her shoes on before she stood and currtsied. "So, tell me all about this world. I should know it if I'm going to be queen right?" She asked, looking at everyone and waving at Blake, sending him air kisses. She too could feel something on the horizon, but she wasn't quite sure what.
 
"Well, if you'd like, perhaps Roreck could show you around the palace. Truthfully, this realm includes what you'd call "hell" in the human world. The damned are brought here for punishment, but there are also those angels who choose to serve God by tending to the less forgivable of his flock, that would be us." Roreck approached, taking her hand and leading her to the halls while Blake followed, a bit jealous of the attention she was giving to this guy they'd just met.
 
Krystal nodded "Ah, I see. Interesting. Yes, please show me around, roreck?" She sort of half asked, smiling a little as he took her hand. She couldn't deny he was handsome, and that he was certainly someone, if Blake hadn't become archangel of death, she would have fallen for. She smiled brightly. "This place is so big pitch!" She said excitedly, and though she was accustomed to mansions and the like, this was totally new. The only palace she'd ever visited was versallies, but that was when she was in highschool on a french feildtrip. She had financed the whole trip, taking the whole class. Krystal, while very rich, had never gone to private school. She had always gone to the public school in the small town she lived in. For her it was more comfortable. She could somehow sense Blake's jealousy, so when they got to the living room, she kissed him passionately, cuddling on one of the couches by the fire. "Roreck, what was my father like?" She asked, looking up at the painting on the wall. It was of her mother, and a man she only vaugely remembered seeing. She wished she had known him, and leaned into blake while waiting on an answer.
 
Roreck could sense her interest in him, glad he met with his new mistresses' approval. He showed her into the main library and lounge room of the castle, bowing and smiling as he took a seat across from where she cuddled with her lucky boyfriend. He would've given anything to be in the young man's position. He listened as she asked about her father. "Your father was our great king, overseeing virtually all the duties of our realm alone and hosting wonderous celebrations. He was always a very philanthropic leader, loving to spend time in the human world, which is how he met your mother. He spent so many years up there, but he never told her his true nature, worried what she'd say if she knew. He called you his pride, even as the king of our realm, talking proudly of everything he saw you accomplish growing up, big or small." Roreck could see her father was right to be proud, as she'd grown into a fine young woman indeed.
 
Krystal smiled lightly, though there was a faint hurt in her eyes. "I wish I could have know him, though one question sticks in my mind. Roreck, if he loved me so much, why keep me away?" She asked, and she was quite curious, though you could tell she was hurt. Her father seemed to have been a great man, but she would never know him. She looked to her advisor. She had a suspicion that her mother wasn't what she claimed to be now that she thought about it. "Roreck, is it possible that my mother is a half demon? She's not quite like other humans." She asked, now even more curious. It seemed there were a lot of secrets going on in this new world that she was gonna be queen of. There was so much she wished to ask her father, but, she couldn't. He was gone now.
 
Roreck could see the hurt in her eyes as well, approaching her on the couch, and pulling her so that she could hug against him for a little comfort if she chose. "I know it does seem odd that your father kept distant, but I want you to know he did it reluctantly to put it lightly. He knew that as the ruler of a world where the damned are punished, he had enemies. He wanted to keep you distant for your own safety. But I want you to know, every moment he spent with you was the happiest I ever saw him in his millennia amongst our court. He wished for nothing more than to live with you, but he could not for everyone's sake." He stroked her shoulder as he spoke. The night you were born, your father held you in his arm and wept, overjoyed at your birth and devastated that he could never be there as he hoped to be."
 
Krystal looked up at roreck, her eyes sad. This was a lot for her to take in. "I remember, when I was very little, I had a birthday party, and a man I didn't know came to it. He scooped me up and called me precious, hugged me so tight I almost couldn't breathe. He came toa few after that, but not to many. Was that my dad?" She asked him, looking to Roreck like a small sad child. He had never known her father, and now she never would. It took a toll on her heart. She leaned into his touch as he stroked her shoulder, imagining what her father was like. She looked at roreck again. "Why did he die roreck? What happened to my papa?" She asked softly, her eyes big and curious, but very very sad. She wanted her dad back.
 
Roreck stroked her head as she looked like a sad, lost little girl. "Yes, that was your father, visiting you when he could to try and make your days a little happier." He could see the intent in her face, trying hard to remember her father. "Your father simply seemed to fade. Maybe the work finally began to take its toll, or maybe it was just the natural progression to the end for him. The truth is, our kind do not fully die. His consciousness simply grew too weak to sustain itself in a body. If you'd like, I can bring you with me and you might be able to see him in some form." Her father's soul, like those of other great leaders, was preserved with their history in the archives' grimoires, and could be summoned forth from them.
 
Krystal nodded quickly, excited at the prospect of seeing and meeting her father in some any. She took a breath and composed herself. "I would like that very much roreck." She wanted to ask if Blake could come, but she somehow sensed in this particular case, he wouldn't be able to follow, though she needed the moral support. She looked at roreck with big glacial blue eyes as a question formed on her lips. "Do you think we could bring him back?" She asked, wondering but also hope in her eyes as she squeesed Blake's hand, leaning into him as she rested. She wanted her papa back, and if there was a way to do it, she would.
 
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