Thread: Of Angels and Demons- Moon/Krystal

It was another miserable day in the little village, just off of the city. It had been little less than a week had passed since the major accident that had taken the 'little prince' away from the village. He and his best friend, Krystal, had been coming home after a party, neither of them had been drinking. It hadn't been that kind of party, but still, alcohol had been the cause of his death. The Car had come from nowhere, a Drunk Driver had careened out of control into Soleiyu Aurum's Car... somehow though, the 'Little Prince' as he was called by most of the village, had turned the car around so he was struck, instead of the 'Little Princess' who had been riding with him. She had been hurt of course, but she had lived with nothing more than bruises, scratches, and maybe a few broken bones... Soleiyu was dead on impact. Soleiyu's parents where devastated, they had arrived on the scene and his mother had simply started to scream. Soleiyu's father had started trying to understand, and protected Krystal from the press who where hounding her with questions, uncaring that she was in shock and in pain and possibly dying. No one blamed her. The Drunk Driver on the other hand, suffered the full force of the entire villages wrath. He would be going to prison for the rest of his life. The funeral had been yesterday, and the elder Aurum's had stared at their feet and sobbed as their best friends tried to comfort them. Krystal's parents and Soleiyu's parents had been friends for a very long time. They had grown up as children, playing together and laughing, they had risen to the top of a multi-billion company together, binding together all of their businesses to nearly triple their income. Soleiyu and Krystal where really a little prince and princess of an entire Kingdom, but with Soleiyu dead, only Krystal would 'inherit' the business. It seamed such a silly thing to worry about, but it was all the Press would talk about. Krystal's parents, and Soleiyu's parents where mired in grief at the death of their son and 'nephew', they could hardly even imagine what Krystal was going through. She had been right there when he died, had seen the life slip from his eyes, and had heard his last words. Be Happy... for us, both. he had whispered before he died. How he had managed to talk at all was a mystery that modern science would never be able to solve. It hadn't stopped raining since the funeral, and the Aurum parents hadn't left the grave since then, no matter what anyone said. It was expected that they would follow their son into the grave if they kept up. The Son himself, well that was an interesting story. He had woken in fields of white, free of pain. Even free of the knee pain that had plagued him ever since he'd been kidnapped when he was ten. The kidnappers had shattered his knee, and it had never healed right, some days it hurt so bad he couldn't even get out of bed. But that pain was gone. He had woken in shock to find himself... with wings. He was now floating in the sky, above his own home, watching his parents in the backyard, sobbing over his graves. There was nothing he could do for them, they could not see him. Only the dead and the inhuman could see him. What a shock that was! His selfless act to save the girl he loved, had made him an angel of Death. A protector of humans and a courier of souls. He was only in training though, so he had plenty of free time to come to terms with his death. He smiled as he slid through the walls, stepping into his own room, his twin set of wings folding tightly into his back. i never did get to finish reading these... he complained, touching a set of books that Krystal had demanded he read. She was bossy like that... he missed her already.