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Prologue
Fallen Into Darkness
If I was an angel, by now I'd surely be in hell. My name is not important, though no doubt you'll find it out soon. I say that I'd be in hell now because of the horrible and disgusting things I've done since I was angelic. Sex, scandal, rape, extortion, politics, drugs, annihilation of people, stealing, I swear I've done it all. Most often I want to take it all back, but I can't. Even if I could my lover, Trunks, wouldn't let me. He says he loves me, but I know he just loves the control he has over me. The knowledge theat I'll always come back keeps him safe. Once, in another dimension he was the one to have fallen from grace and I had been the eternally evil one. In that dimension I was known as the android 17. Here my name is different, but I still won't tell you what it is. Anyways, I see why he won't let me try to take it back, I could imagine me going up to families and apologizing, me, a fallen hero. They'd rip me apart, and then who would Trunks control? The rest of the world? Too impersonal for him. He takes pride in the fact that he's gotten to me so deeply, though I never should have let him. I think of my sister sometimes when I see him, and I wonder if he thinks of his. Our sisters were locked in combat and would have destroyed each other soon anyways, he just got to it first. That isn't important though. You've heard what I feel in my heart about myself now. I suppose you should hear from him. I am but fallen into darkness.
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Juunanago. That is his name now. He told me of another time once, where I was the one who had fallen from grace, and he was the one called "evil." For him to have ever been considered "evil" it really must have been another dimension, because his "goodness" sometimes frightens me. He would do so many "good" things if I would let him, but he would be killed by the rest of our hypocritical society. I know he could never believe that I love him but it is true. I no longer believe in those titles, though I know which one I would bear, and he would bear because of me. Mine would read "evil" and his would read "fallen." His, to the rest of the world, is the worse title to bear. In his reluctance to love me I know that he has not really "fallen," he is just lost and wants someone stronger to guide him. I am that person now that he has fallen into darkness.
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