Darkangel

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To "Darkangel", by VNV Nation.

From Mahou's point of view.

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So many years I stood among the thoughts

and tears of those I served.

Among my own I was alone through my own doing.

I have not been here for years, no. Not like this; but I have seen enough.

I have stood back, stood apart; I do not like getting involved in certain matters. I am a miko, I dedicated myself to serve. That meant holding back and helping those who were injured, trying to fix things, trying to help them help their lives. Did it help?

Maybe.

All the years I walked unknown

behind the faces I assumed.

Powerless to clear your mind of what you'd suffered.

Black tinged, purple malevolent energy - though I didn't notice that. I noticed a candle-like grayness tinged the light around Al- his injuries were almost healed. Melody watched, not sure what to do. The healing seemed to be going well, but...

The gray became black, the light all but gone, deep purple hooks sinking themselves into Al, who started to gasp, his wounds reopening, choking mid-breath, coughing up blood, eyes going wide, reaching out to me. More wounds opened, he grew gaunt, bruised, battered as the hooks tore at his essence, life force, trying to corrupt him. He tried to reach out more in a feeble attempt to clap before falling over, flat on his face, as close to death as he had been since entering MT. Blood stained the LDG floor. So much blood... the healing had gone wrong. Very wrong.

They fall again.

I had no power. Since then I've healed Shiri'janta - which isn't saying very much, as he's technically supposed to be dead. My healing, my help - it no longer seems to be effective, tinged with something else.

They fall again.

Is it corruption? I hope not. Marks of betrayal, of manipulation? People have been condemned for less.

Give me time I will be clear.

Given time you'll understand

What possesses me to right what you have suffered.

I've tried. I've wanted to help, wanted to even save some people from themselves.

Am I a good person? That still remains to be seen.

I'm in this mood because of scorn.

I'm in a mood for total war.

To the darkened skies once more and ever onward.

What are my wishes? If I have authority, I want to use it. I want to use it to bring peace; some semblance of justice. But it is all too easy to abuse it, is it not? All too easy to leave "justice" and "peace" and "fairness" up to one person's viewpoints. Do I wish power for myself? Yes, enough power to be remembered. That's what I ask - I don't want to help as much as I can, and be forgotten in the midst of yet another childish bickering. I want that effort to be for something.

There is no faith in which to hide.

Even truth is filled with lies.

Doubting angels fall to walk among the living.

Am I a good person? Do I have faith? Perhaps I'm good. As good as anyone else here can be. Faithful - well, I remain.

Whether I am still wanted here, whether I will remain - that, is another matter.

I'd only come here seeking peace.

I'd only come here seeking me.

It seems I came to leave...