Angel Of Death (DRRR!! FF)

Prologue

-Iza-

Orihara Izaya was woken by the sound of birds singing and a warm breeze on his face. He groaned and rubbed his eyes. Birds? What the hell? Confused that he wasn't waking to the sounds of cars and other city like sounds. He opened his eyes only to flinch at the strong sunlight peeking through what seemed to the branches of a tall tree.

Izaya bolted up and looked around in panic. Where in the world am I!? The informant thought shocked, he was sitting under a tree in a field of flowers and green grass. The air was so fresh and clean it felt unnatural for Izaya who had lived in the city for so long. He stood up and as he did memories poured into his mind and he froze.

Holy fuck, I died. I died, Shizuo killed me. Oh god, I'm dead! Izaya thought and stumbled back in shock, his back hit the trunk of the large tree and his breathing became ragged and his death played over in his mind. Oh god, Mikado! The image of his lover crying hysterically as he lay dying filled his mind and it brought tears to his eyes.

He sunk to the ground, "Mikado..." he whisper picturing his young lover, he felt like his heart was being crushed as he remembered how the teen went flying through the air when Shizuo punched him. He knew how much a punch from that monster hurt, he wouldn't be surprised if his cute Mikado was injured.

He was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't even see two figures appear before him, one was a beautiful woman with white hair and skin. She wore a blood red gown that reminded Izaya of the medieval dresses he had often seen in his folklore books. Her eyes were covered by a black lace ribbon. The man next to her was tall and had dry looking blond hair that was plated down his back. He looked so much like a Viking, Izaya had to do a double take.

"Who are you?" the dark-haired man asked standing up in case he needed to fight.

"Orihara Izaya. Welcome to Valhalla. I have come to make you an offer." The woman said her voice sounding like that of an angel, a shiver went down Izaya's spine along with a drop of sweat that trickled down his forehead.

VALHALLA!? His mind screamed, I MADE IT TO VALHALLA!? His heart sped up and his palm started to sweat but he kept calm on the outside and repeated his question.

"Who are you?"

The woman smirked, "I am the Valkyrie Hlaðguðr svanhvít but you can call me Swan. This is my husband Argo." She gestured to the tall man who gave a silent nod.

A real life Valkyrie!? How ironic, my dream came true when I actually wanted to keep on living. Izaya thought bitterly.

"I have appeared before you to offer you a deal. I know of your desire to be a god, that may impossible but I can offer you something similar." The angel said, "Orihara Izaya, would you like to be an Angel of Death?"

"An Angel of Death?" he repeated raising his eyebrow and the Valkyrie smiled showing a row of pointed teeth.

"A grim reaper of sorts. You will be above humans just as you wished, you will become an angel. You will collect souls, kill people when fate decides their time." The Valkyrie said smiling, Izaya stared at her in disbelief and thought for a moment.

"What's my other option?" the informant asked smirked and Swan grinned,

"You stay here in the garden, live the rest of your time in peace and wait for those you love to die so you can reunite." Swan said gesturing around the field they were standing in. Izaya stared at the Angel before bursting out into a maniacal laugh, it took him a minute to stop and he grinned at the two beings before him.

"Did you really expect me to live such a mundane existence? I'm Orihara Izaya, it's not in my nature to live such a boring life." He said grinning his red eyes lighting up with amusement. Swan and Agro looked at each other and shared smiles.

"Good decision Izaya, I was right to choose you."

"Well, I won't let my death be in vain. Once I become this Angel of Death, I can return to the earth realm right? I have some unfinished business." He said his eyes narrowing as he pictured his murderers and Mikado's crying face. I will make them pay.

"Indeed. But I know you are thinking of revenge but you must take care, killing the wrong person for your own personal reasons will have harsh punishments." Swan warned pointing at Izaya who frowned.

"What do you mean? Are you saying I can't get revenge for my own death?" he demanded clearly unimpressed. And Swan let out a short laugh that sounded like the ringing of bells. She shook her head,

"No, I'm just saying you'll have to get creative, you can't kill them yourself." She said cheerfully and gestured Izaya to follow her and they fell in step with each other.

"Where are we going?" Izaya asked curiously and Swan hummed happily as she laced her hand with Argo's who had remained silent and emotionless the entire time. Swan turned her head toward the informant and grinned, her pointed teeth making her look quite intimidating.

"You didn't think I would be able to click my fingers and you would magically become an Angel did you?" she mocked and Izaya smirked. "It's a long and annoying process."

"How long may I ask?" Izaya asked his eyes narrowed slightly and Swan chuckled.

"Not as long as you think."