My OCs that May Never See the Light of Day

Sukura Hatake ❌ ~~

BLUE EXORCIST X OC

Warning: this is old.

Name:  Sakura Hatake

Alter Ego/Alias:  Hell Fire’s Angel/The Blood Angel

Race:  Unknown

Gender:  Female

Age:  16 years

Height:  167 cm (5’6”)

Weight:  55 kg (121 lbs)

Birthday:  Unknown

Hair Color:  Dark Red

Eye Color:  Ruby Red

Blood Type:  O -

Affiliation:  True Cross Order

Occupation:  Exorcist

Partners:  Unknown

Base of Operations:  True Cross Academy

Class:  Unknown

Meister:  Unknown

Weapons:  Unknown

Status:  Active

Relatives:  Unknown

Favorite Pastimes:  Training

Favorite Manga Genres:  Action, Romance

Favorite Animal:  Snow Leopard

Favorite Food:  Sukiyaki

Hours Slept Per Day:  2-3

Average Bath Time:  2 hours

Background story:

My name is Sakura Hatake.  My story?  My story is a long and confusing one.  I’ll have to start at the beginning.  The very beginning in order for you to understand my predicament.  You’ll first have to understand that I have been around for a very long time.  I was born the first time on Assiah to a virgin.  An archangel bestowed upon her the gift of a child that would one day save the world.  But the world had other plans.  Satan had come from Gehenna and bestowed his powers into me as well.  A virgin in Assiah carried a child that was half angel, half demon.  9 months later, it was a girl.  This baby was born with two tattoos.  One was a pair of angel wings on her back and the other was a spirally demon tail wrapped around her right leg.

Everything was fine for the first five years.  At two my tail appeared and I could use it when I wanted to and put it away when I didn’t.  A year later my wings appeared and I could summon them as I pleased.  I never got into any fights with my mother.  I had white wings once with my black tail.  I had and still have dark red hair and bright ruby red eyes.  It was on my fifth birthday that everything I had went to hell.  It was during my first fight with my mother.

Even after these past 400 years, I still remember what it was about.  It was about my stupid birthday party and how she wouldn’t let me have anyone come.  About how I couldn’t go play outside because I didn’t want to put away my wings and my tail.  I know now it was because she just wanted to keep me safe.  Keep me safe from all the mean and bad in the world.

And also from Satan.  I was technically his blood after all.  His only daughter.  Back then I was naive and stupid.  I didn’t know I was the daughter of Satan or that he was after me.  I had been ignorant, thanks to my mother.  She would always tell me I had no evil inside.  That an angel came down from the heavens and gave me as a gift to her.  She told me that one day I would do great things for humanity.  But she was wrong.

I had never lashed out at my mother before my fifth birthday.  I was the perfect baby.  I was an angel after all, but that day something inside of me snapped.  That was the day I became a legend.  The day I went savage and killed my mother in cold blood.  I remember I was so angry because nobody came to my party.  I know now that it wasn’t her fault, she was only keeping me safe after all.  I remember the red flames surrounded me before everything else became a blur.  I don’t remember anything past that point.  But when I begin to remember things again my mother was dead.

My wings were no longer white, but instead they were a dark red.  My wings were painted in her blood.  That’s when I became a legend.  The blood angel of Gehenna.  Her wings soaked in the blood of her enemies.  But they were never soaked in anyone’s blood but my mother’s.  After I saw what I had done I left.  I ran.  I flew.  I flew to where nobody would get hurt from me again.  I ended up in the forest.

It was winter.  The pine trees were covered in white snow.  The fluffy snowflakes fell from the sky as I walked through.  My wings trailed behind me leaving the snow painted a faint red.  I was lost, sad, and alone, but I kept walking since I knew nobody would want me.  Suddenly out the bushes came a blue flamed wolf.  The wolf was beautiful so I had decided to go up and pet it.  Just as I was about to reach the him, the wolf spoke to me in a deep, kind voice.  ¨Hello, my dear.  What are you doing out here all by yourself?¨  I began to cry as I remembered what I did to my mother.

I stumbled the last couple of steps to the blue flamed wolf and hugged him sobbing even harder.  I cried out my confession, ¨I killed her!  I killed her!  I didn't mean to kill her!  I swear!¨  I thought the wolf was an angel here to punish me for my sins.  I was wrong.  The blue flamed wolf was not an angel but the Devil himself.

¨It's alright my child,¨ he cooed.  ¨You're safe now.  I'll take you home.¨

For the next 200 years, I lived in Gehenna with the Devil and his sons.

5 years into living in Gehenna with the Devil and his 8? sons.  It wasn't always terrible.  But it was mostly terrible.  His youngest son, Amaimon, would torture me everyday. He’d bug me until I played with him and when I agreed then he would play with me by torturing me.