God Slayer

Heya everyone! New story at last!

I haven't been very active over the past year, just simply because I haven't had the time! And I'm sorry for anyone who was reading my works!

I decided to start afresh with writing, because my other works were bs, so the only ones left now is my Vocaloid Fanfic, and this one!

I got the inspiration for this story from the song God Slaying Machiene, by Hatsune Miku (I'm a massive Vocaloid fan, and I'm hoping to purchase Oliver soon >\\\\<) And before anyone has a spaz attack about God being slain, (if you're a strong religious believer or such) it's not about Him being slain, it's about fake gods being slain. Just to clear that up! And likewise, if you do believe in another God, then this may not be the story for you -_- It also features demons, so, again, you no likey, you no readey! Ok? :3

Thanks for reading the crap before (if you did that is) and on with the story! Allon- sy!

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The night air fluttered past my face and my long red hair, making it form a funny s- shape. I blew hot air onto my hands to keep them warm, emitting a little puff of steam as I did so. Who knew March could be so cold?

I stood up from my perch on someone's roof, and stretched my body out, yawning. My pearl white wings followed suit, and the white feathers caught the light of the moon. I stared at the silvery glow being created for a moment, and sighed. Why is something dead so beautiful?

I certainly wasn't like this when I was alive. I looked up at the early morning sky, at the glowing moon, and the glaring stars. I calculated the time to be about 3:50am. "Just another 2 hours" I told myself. "Then Jemima will take over." I stood still, watching the stars blink and wink at me from way up there. They look so beautiful, all the way up there. Small, innocent, simple. Who would of guesses they're just lumbering rocks?

The wind returned again, and whistled through the trees, causing the branches to sway and the leaves to dance in a clumsy fashion. Smoke from a far away house crept upwards lazily, but another gust of wind quickly woke it from its slumber. You notice these tiny details when you just sit here, watching, waiting. Waiting for him/her, or even it.

I decided that I liked this place. I believe it's called Rhiwderin- well, that's what the writing on the pub said. It's Welsh for something, I think. Well, Rufus said so anyway. He came from around here, before he died. I was American. I didn't even know Wales was a country.

Deciding that this perch was a little uncomfortable, I prepared to take flight. The school looked like a nice place to sit for a while at least. I was about to take flight, when a shadow caught the corner of my eye. My hands sneaked to my back, where my slayer sword was ready and waiting. "Show yourself, demon!" I yelled, into the cold air. The words hung in the air for a second, and silence quickly reigned again. Then a giggle arose from the closet tree to me.

"Jeez, Cat, you never change!"

A blur of pink and black flew past me, and Jemima landed gracefully that I was on. Her wavy pink hair settled back to its usual position, just past her shoulders, and her blue eyes glinted in the darkness. She tucked her pink tipped wings behind her, and faced me. "At least your instincts are sharp, Cat."

I growled, running my hair through the blue side of my hair. Did I mention my hair is two different colours?

"Not funny, Jemima. And for the last time, don't call me Cat. It's Catherine. I don't care for petty nicknames like that." Wow. That sounded kind of prudish. Must be the because of the amount of time I stay in the UK...

She pouted at me, with big puppy dog eyes.

"Aww c'mon CAT." She emphasised the 'cat' especially.

"Jemima-"

"Just call me Jem" she said, grinning. "Unlike you, I do care for petty nicknames!"

I sighed and smiled a little. It's not easy to stay mad at Jemima for long, even if she is being an annoying little brat.

"Hey, you're smiling!" Jemima exclaimed happily. "I saw Catherine smi-le, I saw Catherine smi-le!" She sang, skipping around joyfully. I still can't work out how she can skip so easily on a roof...

"Aww man you stopped" She sighed, noticing my sudden mood change. "You should smile more Cat. I makes you look really pretty."

I ignored her last statement. I don't smile. I never did, and I never will. Not even in my past life did I smile. Well, not for the last few years at least.

"Why are you here Jemima?" I asked, getting back to the point. She looked at me, with a puzzled look on her face.

"Er, it's my shift next, duh." she said, poking her tongue out cheekily.

"But your shift isn't for another two hours."

"I though I'd keep you company. I know you like to work alone, but you don't have to ALL THE TIME. Its fun to chat to other slayers now and again ya know!" She smiled at me softly.

"I prefer to work alone."

"Well, can I stay with you for now?"

"That won't be necessary." a cool, feminine voice said from behind me. I recognised it immediately. Quinn. "I'll take over for now." Her voice flowed with authority and command. She flicked her short brown hair, as if to prove a point- which there was none. Ugh, she pisses me off.

"I fine Quinn. Piss off. And you Jemima. I can do this ALONE." I throw a look at Jemima, and she turned away, looking a little hurt.

"He requested it, Catherine. No buts" Quinn looked down at me with disapproval. "You're newly raised. You can't exhaust yourself."

I bit back a nasty reply, and composed myself once again. She did have a point about getting exhausted.

"Jem, take Catherine back to H."

"Hai!" Jemima replied, giving her a salute. But her attitude towards me was not as cheery. "You coming then Catherine?" She said it with an icy tone. Maybe I was a little harsh.

"Yea yea I'm coming now." I spread my wings out, and took flight, following Jemima as she did the same.

"Oh, Jemima!" Quinn called out. "Don't forget what I said now!"

"Yes ma'm!" Jemima called back. She looked at me coldly, and said, "Hurry up then! I have to meet Anon and Kitty at Cove Café tomorrow, and I want to be awake!" Then her face turned sympathetic. "You should join us ya know. You could make some new friends, become a bit more open..."

"Fuck off" I cursed. I don't like meeting new people. I never did, and I never will. Well, from the last few years of my life anyway.

Flying back to H, and began to think to myself. I don't really know what's better. The life I had before, or the one I lead now?