Death of Love

They say love is something that keeps everyone going, its what makes life worth while. Yet for those whom never loved, say its over rated. It's hard to say what it is, but one thing is for sure when one is touched by love, they are never the same. This little story is about one of our own favorite being, Voltaire. Yes even our very own was once in love.

He was in love with an angel, whose name was Ophelia. They had met once at a festival, Voltaire had locked eyes with her and it was over. They seem in separable, always hanging around each other. They love to go to celebrations and dance. Even though they were deeply in love, it didn't change the fact that they came from different worlds. She was an angel of Azure and Voltaire.... well everyone assume him a demon, so their love was forbidden.

The head of Ophelia's order was an angel name Cale, who disapproved deeply of their love. Threaten them regularly on it, well threaten Ophelia, warning her. Till one day he went to Voltaire instead, meeting him in Kydian. Voltaire was at a stall looking at some herbs, when Cale approaches him. "You there." he had short black hair,fair skin. He didn't look of your typical angel type, of course most in Altainia ever did look typical.  Voltaire turns wearing a white button up shirt, with a vest. He was really dressed down today, speaking up "Yes?" looking to Cale " Oh, it's just you." rolling his eyes.

Cale had a serious look, his blue hues behind glasses. "I am here to talk to you." he wore black suit and tie. Rather dull looking fellow, but well he was an angel. Voltaire however  seem annoyed " What do you want now?"

Cale folds his arms " you know why I am here, I forbid you and Ophelia's affair. A demon such as you can never love, you'll corrupt her you fiend." Voltaire narrowed his eyes, taking a deep breath " Oh Cale, how naive you are. Look I love Ophelia and she loves me, deal with it." folding his arms too.

Cale glared at him and says "If you do not, then there will be consequence. I mean honestly look at you and her, you know that it can never truly be. Someone as imperfect as you to be with her." Voltaire stared at Cale for a while, listening to him. Perfection was something Voltaire stride for, knowing that he himself was imperfect. Even viewed Ophelia as perfect like Cale did, but he shook his head "I think you're jealous."

Cale shook his head " You know what your doing is wrong,you're a heartless bastard.Now I warned you, I can not be held responsible for what happens to Ophelia." he'd fly off, while Voltaire thought it over.

He didn't want Ophelia to pay for being with him, he did lover her deeply. So he ask to meet with her, even if Cale didn't bother him. He knew Cale could harm Ophelia, so they met up. Ophelia was also a black haired angel, with blue eyes. She wore a elegant white dress, with a corset.She smiles to him "What was it you wanted to talk about?" Voltaire frown though.

"Ophelia, you know I love you. I always will, but we can't see each other anymore." he tell her, Ophelia's smile faded. She then ask "What? Why? What did I do?" Voltaire shook his head " Nothing, you have done nothing wrong. Its just I can't let you fall, I love you and you are so perfect.If you continue to love me, you'll become a fallen angel and I can't allow that."

Tears of light fall from her eyes "I don't care about that Voltaire, I just want to be with you. Why are you talking like this?" Voltaire moves back from her " Because my dear I am nothing more then a demon and you're an angel, our love was never meant to be." He'd walk away from her, as Ophelia cried. Only to hear Cale voice " It's much to late for that." Plunging his sword through her heart." Voltaire turns to see such horror.

Ophelia gasp, once Cale removed it, she would fall to the ground. Voltaire screamed out "NO!" running to her, pulling her into his lap. " How could you? I broke it off with her to save her." Cale shook his head "Too late,she was already fallen. It's your fault, you corrupted her" Ophelia stared up to Voltaire "I...I didn't care if you corrupted me or not, I love you." Voltaire eyes turn to a icy bright blue,he would whisper to her "I'm so sorry my love, I am so sorry." as she passed in his arms.He turn his gaze to Cale, he speak in utter hatred "I swear I will kill every last one of you and your order."slowly lays Ophelia on the ground, before bat like wings form out of his back.He take to flight and headed to Azures realm.

Cale blink and did not suspect Voltaire to react in such a way.He would follow after Voltaire, but by the time he was able to catch up it was too late. He look around to where the order resided and found death everywhere, screams could be heard. He didn't think Voltaire was powerful enough to kill angels. He would unsheathe his sword of Azure, running to find Voltaire. He came up to see him, ripping at angel with claws. Clade eyes go wide "By Azure." Voltaire drops the corpse. He turns to see Cale "You wanted to see a demon, well then." Horns grew out of his head, large and glowed of red. A tail appeared from behind, looking black and like it was extension of his spine. Voltaire's skin went black,stepping closer to Cale "A demon you shall have." his voice taking to the sound of multiple tones.

Cale would charge at Voltaire, as they locked into battle. Each of them parry and lunged at each other, till Cale got lucky and shoved his sword through Voltaire's chest where his heart be. Voltaire stumble back, acting out as if he may die. Cale smirked " Your efforts where in vein, demons such as yourself will always be killed by holy power." Voltaire stood straight and says " My god, could you get anymore cliché then that?" Cale's mouth dropped at the sight.

"Whats the matter, oh wait thats right demon suppose to die. OH but I am not dieing, I'm just a heartless being you stabbed. Guess the jokes on you." pulling the blade out, he would move fast and grabs Cale. "W-W-what are you?" he'd ask, Voltaire grab his wings "I won't kill you no, I will just take your rights away from you." He'd ripped off his wings, leaving Cale to scream out in pain. "Now your the fallen one, enjoy your new fucking life." Voltaire state, as he walked off.

Where paths may lead.

Rain continue to fall from the sky, it had let up some though. Looking around, one could tell it had rained for quite some time.  Rain was great for some places, this place being one of them. A little farm house with lots of farm lands. The ground was muddy, easy to do stuff, but one would want the ground a little more dry. Looking around, you could spot a man digging, he was not far from the house. If you come up closer you would see that the male was digging a grave. Near the dig site was a wooden coffin, the male once finish crawled out of the hole.He grabs the coffin and tries his best to lower it safely and easy. Blood ran down his cheeks, for he was mourning. He just lost his other half, now struck with grief. He slowly got into the hole as well and laid ontop of the coffin.

He was not ready to say goodbye and yet life decided that he be force. The male just laid there, crying over the loss. He would speak in a low tone "This is not right, its not right you been taken from me. I need you sephi. I need you." the male closing his eyes.He was willing to just be buried with her, not wanting to go any further alone.

At the edge of the dug grave, two fine looking pointed boots come up. The Victorian dressed fellow looks down to the Vampire. "You have to let her go Nine, she's gone and she would not want this." the being spoke. Nine would shake his head "I don't care, I need her. She deserved better, she deserve a chance to grow old. Live out her life to the fullest."
The male would sigh out and says "Nine she needs you to live, to protect this world among other things."
Nine would just wallow "She was going to be a mother and I a father...but guess thats all over with now. I want her back, Voltaire bring her back."
Voltaire frowns deeply, he felt for Nine. He had loved once and knew how strong of pain it could bring. "I'm sorry Nine I can't, I would if I could. Besides what if you child had lived? You need to get out of there and let her go..."Voltaire was cut off.
"No! It is best that our child died with her,I am no one to raise a child. I couldn't even protect her, save her."

Voltaire clearly getting annoyed, but remain calm "Nine get out. We will give her a proper burial." pushing back his idea to tell him about his child.He was not ready, clearly.
Nine reluctantly got out, he would reach for the shovel, only to be stopped by Voltaire. Who would take it from Nine and begin filling the hole. Nine wanted to throw himself down to her, but he knew Voltaire was right. It pained and nearly killed him to watch his love be buried.

Once Voltaire was done, he'd say a few words "May her soul touch the heavens as it has touch this realm and all who lived in it.For when we look to the skies we shall see her smile." Nine remain silent, just staring at the grave.He go to place a stick like cross, but was stopped by Voltaire. Voltaire moves and would use his black blood goo to build up a tombstone, that read 'Here lies Sephitia Tramik the kindest woman altainia ever knows. Loving wife and Loving mother. May she forever be remembered.' Voltaire then stood next to Nine in silence.

 Nine leaned against Voltaires shoulder "She's gone.." he murmured. Voltaire reached his arm around Nine saying "I know, I know." They stand there for a few hours, before leaving the farm. Nine glances back to her grave, before he follow Voltaire to the town.

It'll be alright.

Dark clouds covered the sky, as lightning dances across them. Rain fell hard all around, quenching the earth. The ground started to turn to mud, though there was not only mud for blood mixed with it. Following the blood trail, it lead to a woman. Probably was once beautiful in her time, but now she laid a beaten wreck. The blood came from her stomach, that had been cut open.Though her body did not touch the ground, it was held by a male.The woman had beautiful blonde hair, that was now stained with blood and mud. Her lover holding tight, as his black hair fell around him and blood ran down his cheeks. He held her tight against his chest, she spoke softly to him. Stroking his cheek, before her hand falls limp to the ground. The male screamed out into the storm, not far from the two was a farm house. Around the side of the house was another male, peering at the two with his red eyes. He move back around as a small infants cry was made and in his arms was just that. He would coo the child to be silent,before he would better cover the child.

Slightly using his fine regal coat, to shield it from the rain. The male would make for the nearest town, planning to take a carriage. Once he made it to the town, he headed into a building awaiting the carriage. While he waited, he thought back to a few days ago. When he and the blonde woman, whom passed, had talked. In the memory he had just walked up into the farm house, the male with black hair had move past him. Heading out to do some labor in the fields, the blonde woman was about almost nine months pregnant. She would speak "Voltaire could I speak with you inside, its important." Voltaire looks up to her and says "Of course Sephi." heading inside. Voltaire followed as they went into the kitchen of the house. She would stoke the fire under the stove, getting her copper tea pot and filled it with water. Voltaire took a seat "What is it you wish to talk about?" She looks to him. "Me and Nine have talked, well Nines didn't say much,but I know he agrees. We want you to be godfather over our child."

Voltaire rose a brow and chuckles "A what? Whats a godfather?" Sephitia chuckles lightly "It means should anything ever happen to me or Nine, we want you to raise our child." Voltaire blinks and grew silent. He would think this over, before speaking "I don't think this is a wise choice." Sephitia made some tea. Handing a cup to voltaire,before she spoke "I trust you and I know Nine trust you." Just like that the memory faded. It moved to few hours ago, with Sephitia battered on the ground. Voltaire had found her, before Nine did. When he found her, he had begged her to allow him to save her. Though she told him "No. Save my child, please, I had my time. Please Voltaire, take my child. Help Nine raise our baby, he will need you." Voltaire turning his first two fingers into a blade "I'm so sorry sephi, I won't be able to take your pain." With that he cut her open to take the child.

So now Votlaire rode in a carriage, holding the baby close to him. Looking down to the sleeping child, the carriage stopped. Voltaire reached to a castle, a dark castle that most called curse. Well humans anyway, he reach the doors and beat at it with his hand. There were guards near by who open the door. Voltaire spoke up "I need to leave this child here, he'll be safer here."moving inside.