48. ChildhoodI don't see why my brother's so bitter; it's not like we were abused or anything during our childhood. Both our parents loved us--Dad died protecting us! Mom well, Mom loves us, I'm sure; it's just that she has a hard time showing it.
Sure, we didn't have a conventional childhood and didn't go to school regularly, but let's face it: if I had had a normal life, I'd have gone insane. I mean, I don't like things the way they are now, with us constantly on the move and killing things and trying to find Mom, but we have it pretty good.
Okay. I should probably stop lying right here and now and be honest for once. Our life sucks. We're constantly traveling and, even though we get to see every state with the exception of Hawaii, we don't have a home to go to at the end of a long day; we don't even get to unwind and relax in these different places we go to because we're usually killing supernatural creatures that scare the hell outta me.
Furthermore, we've been doing this--traveling and hu
59. No Way OutI've been here my whole life, in Hell. Being a Hellhound, though, that makes sense. I used to have an older brother, but he's gone now. He got out. I don't know how, but he got out, he escaped. He escaped and left me here alone.
I've been trying to figure out how he did it, how he got out. Out of our kennel, out of Hell how did he do it? It's impossible. I know it is; others have tried it before and failed. How did he manage to do the impossible? How did he manage to escape?
Is it possible that I missed something? Is there some way out that I didn't notice? No, no, there's not. I've been around this kennel for the past four centuries or so and I haven't found a single exit other than the door that remains locked until my master needs me. So how did he do it?
I hear my master's footsteps and instantly leap to my feet; he's coming to let me out. I get to go to Earth, if only for a little while to hunt down a soul for him. For just a little while, I get to escape too. He stops outsid
7. HeavenI never thought I'd see Heaven again; I mean, I saw it once and, boy, did I screw up. I never thought that I'd be allowed to return, never thought I'd see old friends turned enemies become friends again and welcome me back with open arms.
"Welcome home, Lucifer," Gabriel says to me, giving me a pat on the back and a friendly smile.
"Lucy~!" Remiel shouts, tackling me to the ground as he wraps his arms around me. "You're back~! Michael's gonna be so surprised~!"
"Honestly, I'd swear you're trying to kill me," I mumble through a mouthful of his silvery hair. "Can I get up?"
"Oh, sure," Remiel says in such a cheerful voice I have to wonder if perhaps he was the reason parakeets were created. "Anyway, like Gabriel said, welcome home."
"Yes, welcome home," Michael says as he appears to help me to my feet. "I never thought I'd see the day when you'd be allowed to return, but well, given the circumstances, I suppose letting you return was only fair."
I thought back to the circumstances s
38. AbandonedI was about twenty-nine when he left; for a Hellhound, that's pretty young. My brother, he was barely fifteen so I'm not surprised that he only has vague memories of him. I suppose I am a bit bitter, but then again, who wouldn't be? I mean, the person I have dedicated my life to, the person who was there when I was born, the person who made me feel like I meant something just up and leaves, no good-bye, no explanation.
I began telling myself that he died; I didn't want to believe it, but believing that he was dead made the fact that he'd left easier. After all, if I kept telling myself that he was dead, I'd stop waiting for him to come back. I'd stop staring at the kennel door, waiting to hear his footsteps coming down the stairs, coming to tell me it was time to hunt
I miss him.
That's why seeing him alive and well and working as a bartender at a roadside bar near Douglas, Arizona, just pissed me off. I mean, I had to tell myself that the bastard was dead just so that I could co
37. EyesI couldn't help it; I had to stare at him. I'd never seen someone so alluring before; there was something about him that just drew my gaze to him, something about him that caused everyone else to just fade to the background.
His hair is shaggy and just a little longer than chin-length--jet black. Even beside his siblings and parents, he stood out, probably because they all had either blonde or light brown hair. He's just so gorgeous; the black hair with the bangs covering one eye it makes him look so mysterious.
He looks annoyed, probably because I'm staring at him; he shifts slightly in his chair and turns away from me, looking at his brother who said something to him. I vaguely hear Artemis talking to his sister before saying something in an undertone to me; I have no idea what she said, though, because at this moment, all my focus, all my attention is on the raven-haired teen sitting across from me.
That's when I see his eyes--well, his right eye; his left eye is covered by his
Darker Than Black: Chapter 3It was almost dusk by the time that Zia arrived at the clock tower; she parked the car in the back since she knew that was the easiest way to get into the clock tower without drawing attention to herself or the unconscious Keni that she was helping out of the car. She half-dragged him to the door and, after fumbling with it for a few moments, opened it; she practically carried him up the seemingly endless stairway to the top of the tower.
She rapped smartly on the door to the main living area of the clock tower dwelling; she heard the floor creaking as Jack approached the door. When Jack opened the door, he gasped in shock at the sight of Keni covered in blood and Zia who was also covered in Keni's blood; he took the young teen from her and carried him over to the bed.
"What happened?" he asked after he laid Keni down on the bed and walked over to Zia to make sure she wasn't hurt. "You're not hurt, are you?"
"No, I'm fine. A little sore, but otherwise unharmed. A demon showed up at the
Darker Than Black: Chapter 2"Anyway," Keni said in a chipper tone, seeming to have forgotten how upset he'd been earlier, "I figured we could hit that new clothing store here and then head down to the food court and go to Baskin Robbins because it has been so long since I've had ice cream from there. Then we can go to Hot Topic since it's on that floor and then we'll see what we feel like doing after that "
Zia smiled and kept in step with her friend, happy that he was feeling a bit better. "Glad to see you're feeling better, hun."
"Yeah," Keni said, grinning. "It feels good to finally let it all out and talk to someone who believes me. Hell, it feels good to just get out of the clock tower and do some shopping without having Jack hovering over me."
"What's it like living in a clock tower?" Zia asked as they walked into an upscale clothing store.
Keni shrugged. "Kinda cool, I guess. I mean, it's a roof over my head and a floor beneath my feet. It does get pretty cold, though, and drafty in the winter; even s
Darker Than Black: Chapter 1Jack sighed as he stared out the clock face at the rising sun over the city skyline; dawn from the clock tower was quite beautiful especially since he had someone to share his home with. He glanced over at the lump of blankets on the bed, a smile lighting his pewter eyes; the teenager that was curled up under the blankets was his beloved and had finally moved in with him a month ago after their meeting in the bookstore. That had been the day that Keni had discovered that he was an Apostle, a demon-slayer, though he hadn't believed Jack at first about anything--including Jack being a demon--until he'd seen Jack's wings and been attacked by three rather large demons on his way to a local sleazy motel where he'd been staying. Of course, he hadn't really had anywhere else to go since he'd come out of the closet and been thrown out of his home because his parents didn't accept his choice; this was fine, though, because Jack was just happy to have his beloved close to him.
"Come on, my love,
Shades of Gray: Chapter 6"I'm telling you there is no way that that kid can get that good after just killing four demons," Crispin said, sipping a glass of wine. "He's just not normal "
"He is normal," Fai insisted, stroking Smokewing's feathers. "Well, maybe not by normal peoples standards, but by our standards, he's just as normal as the rest of us."
"He's not normal, period," Crispin insisted. "The kid is weird. He's too talented, too good "
"I'm amazed you're even acknowledging that he's good," Elias responded, reaching for a sandwich before his hand was slapped away by Malachi. "I would think that you would refuse to acknowledge him since you hate him so much."
"I don't hate him," Crispin answered, successfully stealing a sandwich. "I just don't tolerate him very well because he just reminds me so much of every other little whore that I've had to perform an autopsy on and I hate whores."
"Give him a break," Malachi said sounding annoyed. "He's had a rough life; you can tell that much just b