twilight - prologue
Title: Twilight
Authors: soukoji & jibunnohana
Rating: R
Summary: Halfling, tainted, unworthy - words the angel Sakito ignored living among the heavenly creatures he so adored and aspired to be. But naivite has its limits, and Sakito's fateful meeting with an ancient incubus proved to him that that there's more to goodness than pure white wings.
“…Are you sure you want me…for this?” Sakito stared dubiously at the file in his hand, words in neat boxes and a small picture staring back at him. Absorbed in his uncertainty, he didn’ t noticed the slight, uncomfortable shift of the man sitting in front of him.
“It’s urgent, and there isn’t anyone else available.” The man, a nameless head of the heavenly intelligence organization, paused and absently rubbed the side of his chiseled jaw, flexing pure ivory wings into a position that better suited the shape of his chair. “That said, the task has to fall to reserve forces. You signed up, Sakito. This is your chance to…help out.”
“Alright…I’ll do my best…”
‘Doing his best’, however, didn’t seem to be working out. A week, a whole seven days of watching and waiting had gotten Sakito nowhere in his investigation of the demon in question. For what seemed like the five-thousandth time, the under cover angel opened his file folder and read over his mission and the information provided on his quarry. Niya; incubus class. Age: unknown. Status: active… Sakito’s gaze drifted from the words in the document to the picture stapled in the right-hand corner. The face looking out appeared bored with the whole procedure, though something uncanny and indescribable drifted just below the surface of those dark orbs.
An involuntary shiver crawled its way down Sakito’s spine, and he closed the folder quickly as if Niya could see him through the photograph. What were they thinking, allowing him to take on this responsibility? If the demon caught him spying, surely his meager power didn’t stand a chance against a creature so ancient he probably remembered the fall of Roman Empire. Yes, Niya could (and would, if he wasn’t careful) squash him like a bug without batting an eyelash. Not a highly motivating thought.
Sakito slid off the ledge near the demon’s house he had been occupying for the past hour and tucked the file back into his bag. The house itself didn’t look terribly sinister, but the knowledge of its owner still hindered the angel from admitting it looked exactly like any other house on the rich residential block. Trim lawn, recent paint on the siding, clean windows…all opposite to what he assumed a demon’s house to be. But there was no mistaking it - the address matched the one in the file and there was a distinctly different atmosphere about the place than any of the surrounding homes. Eyeing the place from a distance, Sakito wondered, not for the first or last time, if dying was the best exchange for proving his self-worth.
Authors: soukoji & jibunnohana
Rating: R
Summary: Halfling, tainted, unworthy - words the angel Sakito ignored living among the heavenly creatures he so adored and aspired to be. But naivite has its limits, and Sakito's fateful meeting with an ancient incubus proved to him that that there's more to goodness than pure white wings.
“…Are you sure you want me…for this?” Sakito stared dubiously at the file in his hand, words in neat boxes and a small picture staring back at him. Absorbed in his uncertainty, he didn’ t noticed the slight, uncomfortable shift of the man sitting in front of him.
“It’s urgent, and there isn’t anyone else available.” The man, a nameless head of the heavenly intelligence organization, paused and absently rubbed the side of his chiseled jaw, flexing pure ivory wings into a position that better suited the shape of his chair. “That said, the task has to fall to reserve forces. You signed up, Sakito. This is your chance to…help out.”
“Alright…I’ll do my best…”
‘Doing his best’, however, didn’t seem to be working out. A week, a whole seven days of watching and waiting had gotten Sakito nowhere in his investigation of the demon in question. For what seemed like the five-thousandth time, the under cover angel opened his file folder and read over his mission and the information provided on his quarry. Niya; incubus class. Age: unknown. Status: active… Sakito’s gaze drifted from the words in the document to the picture stapled in the right-hand corner. The face looking out appeared bored with the whole procedure, though something uncanny and indescribable drifted just below the surface of those dark orbs.
An involuntary shiver crawled its way down Sakito’s spine, and he closed the folder quickly as if Niya could see him through the photograph. What were they thinking, allowing him to take on this responsibility? If the demon caught him spying, surely his meager power didn’t stand a chance against a creature so ancient he probably remembered the fall of Roman Empire. Yes, Niya could (and would, if he wasn’t careful) squash him like a bug without batting an eyelash. Not a highly motivating thought.
Sakito slid off the ledge near the demon’s house he had been occupying for the past hour and tucked the file back into his bag. The house itself didn’t look terribly sinister, but the knowledge of its owner still hindered the angel from admitting it looked exactly like any other house on the rich residential block. Trim lawn, recent paint on the siding, clean windows…all opposite to what he assumed a demon’s house to be. But there was no mistaking it - the address matched the one in the file and there was a distinctly different atmosphere about the place than any of the surrounding homes. Eyeing the place from a distance, Sakito wondered, not for the first or last time, if dying was the best exchange for proving his self-worth.