It's quite sad that people think that people are born evil.
That the villains who were tainted with darkness were born that way when no. They really weren't. No one was born to bring destruction. No one was born evil. Everyone had held a gleam of innocence in their eyes once.
However it is what removes that innocence from ones eyes that makes one evil.
A tragedy,
The tragedy corrupting their goodness into the darkness. If you are lucky enough to keep that goodness with no sin, then consider yourself lucky.
However when the innocence is removed and when something that is loved is taken away from them the purity in their eyes soon corrupts.
The anger that comes then brings a craving for revenge.
Revenge.
It is such a strange concept. To be subdued in your own anger.
To burn in rage and anger to all the harm that's been done to you. Wanting to bring justice to yourself or to the one that you are avenging.
It is like a ghost that takes over every living being it touches, hungry and starving leaving a wrath and destruction behind it's wake taking away everything until the last man standing falls.
It drives one mad as he burns in his own loathing, never knowing that what he thinks is revenge is only harming his own self and reopening the wounds that never healed, making one forget the good in the world and it makes one so foolish because after all,
Whoever has the power to anger you eventually becomes your master.
I have seen a man befall into the brinks of insanity due to his need for revenge. I being the victim of his hunger for revenge. I live also for someone else's redemption who also refuses me under the complete subjection of his pride breaking my heart amidst it all.
However all this need for revenge did not come from nothing.
It all comes in turn like dominos.
If a heart had not been broken I would not live under his mercy of wrath. He wouldn't have taken my innocence and had me become what I have become.
If I had not become what I become a life wouldn't have been lost, and if someone had not been abused he would have never found me and fall into corruption.
And most importantly if this beautiful entity before me had not fallen he would have never been so miserable.
The beautiful being who stands behind the wall of glass as he watches me as I stand in the middle of burning fires.
I only had a few moments to live.
How funny life could be at times.
Now I will be the one who tells you that the fallen is real, and no he is not a small man with red horns and a tail, but he can be beautiful, because he is the fallen angel.
I thought this man would be the darkness in my life. I thought this man will be my inevitable ruin.
He was.
However here he stands, the man who gave me a taste of chaos and a glimpse of the beauty of what hid beneath the darkness. The one who blessed me with his every presence. He stands trying to break down the unbreakable glass doors with all his might. His hands both bloodied and bruised.
I was going to die and he knew it.
He was shouting. Calling out for me to find a way to run in broken cries as tears fall from his eyes, begging me to escape. However, I stand in place as the burning and angry fires come closer to me.
My lips quivered.
As I stared into the golden eyes which led me to my demise I had come to a realization.
I would never be loved, nor would I ever be cherished. I realized that I would never have a happily ever after. I was not a companion to anyone, in fact I was the villain to people's peace.
If I died I would not be loved or missed or grieved.
No... instead people would dance over my grave.
Revenge was nothing but a sickness that brought me to this situation. It harms not only the ones you want harmed but also the innocent.
And this cycle of revenge is what will burn into the very tragedy you will witness. The tragedy of this tale where no one was left unharmed including myself.
My demise had come all because of not only my revenge but the revenge of others.
A lone tear streams down my cheek as the first flame comes in contact with my skin as I look at him through an empty stare.
I was looking at Samuel. The Fallen angel. My fallen angel.
He watches as the first flame came to touch my skin.
"ARIA!"
As I stood with my anger long enough amidst the burning fires that crawled towards me from every side she told me that her real name was not anger,
But grief.
Chapter One||
The Queen of Thievery||
Money.
Jewels.
Fake smiles.
Three things which runs in any family of the rich. Little girls raised only to be married off to men who'd do nothing but cheat on her. Little boys raised to understand that money is the only thing that matters in this ugly world.
It is the sad truth, believe me when I tell you I've been through it all...
I hereby quote James Brown.
This is a man's world.
Unfortunately for all the feminists that live out there, this is true. Man made the train to carry the heavy load, Man made electric light to take us out of the dark, Man made the boat for the water like Noah made the ark.
This is the truth.
However, the most ironic part of it all that it would be absolutely nothing without a woman or a girl.
You see Karl Benz had invented the car. He had a wife.
Bertha Benz was her name.
Supposedly without the knowledge of her husband Bertha took the vehicle on a happy little trip from Mannheim to visit her mother, taking her sons Eugen and Richard with her. In addition to having to locate pharmacies along the way to refuel, she repaired various technical and mechanical problems all on her own.
True story.
Now I will not bore you all with a history lesson but long story short men had poisoned their minds thinking that women are ones who should stay at home, look pretty wash the dishes, smile or cry in their arms.
They have deluded themselves thinking that they can live without women.
They belittle us and some still do.
I am the living woman who rebelled against it all.
My life was never an easy one.
I went through hell and out ever since I took in my first breath. Maybe I was not the poor girl that lived in the streets. In fact, I was quite the opposite. I was showered with jewels, expensive toys, luxuries, and more however, I was never happy with it.
I faked a smile, wore my jewels, and spent all the money that was never truly mine.
After I had grown a pair of ample breasts and a cheery arse my so-called 'family' the Diablos married me off to a disastrous man.
Alexander Carter.
Only after I'd found out he cheated I left.
My self-worth was important. I clung to my dignity.
I remembered the night I had found him cheating vividly.
"You may be mine and only mine my princess-" He said, his voice thick with his Italian accent. "But I was never yours," He said. "Nor will I ever be. I'll spoil you with all my riches, I'll give you all my fame, I'll give you all my love Bonita, but I'm not yours" He said.
He leaned to kiss me but I backed away instantly. I laughed feverishly, with dark humor. "Not mine?" I asked. My amused stare turned into a heated glare.
"What if I leave?" I challenged.
His lips lift into a dark grin as his dark eyes stared at me with mischief, his tan blonde locks messily framed his symmetrical face. The face of Apollo himself.
"Then I'll take back all my credit cards, all my money, your name shall fall and you'll be nothing but a poor pathetic woman who was thrown in the streets," He tells me through his satisfied grin.
I was a woman raised in luxury, and I was married off to luxury. Losing that marriage would have me lose that luxury, which to an average woman's right mind was worse than execution.
I glared at his challenge.
However, I was no average-minded woman, and rarely am on my right mind.
"Fine"
Those were the last words I had ever uttered to him before I had simply turned and left.
Never will I ever forget his surprised face. Nor will I ever forget the satisfaction that came after looking at that look on his face.
But little did he know that I was anything but poor after that tragic night
For I have grown. I have given myself a name, a legacy⎯⎯
⎯⎯and not an angelic one at that.
I left him with not one ounce of money, I didn't take any of my belongings with me.
I wanted to start fresh.
A few delicacies were replaceable. A new life on the other hand was priceless.
It just blew my mind that women stayed with their husbands even if they knew that they were cheating. I left that life without ever turning back.
Anyway, I gave myself this strange euphoric sense of power. A power where I became a light, a symbol of hope to women. That you can rise on your own. That you can choose dignity over security.
You can be far from poor with your own success. Not from some brainwashed cheating bastard who cheats and gifts you with a diamond in apology for every woman he had pleasured.
I made that symbol by simply running and leaping over buildings, tricking security guards, and simply getting any and everything my pretty little heart truly desired. The money I'd steal was given to women who were once like me.
Women who needed to swallow her dignity for men.
Believe me when I tell you that my name haunts every jewelry store in the world.
They knew that if they owned anything pretty, it was already considered mine.
My lifestyle was not necessarily the purest nor did it earn me any angel wings, but I wouldn't change it for the world.
This life to me was the imperfectly perfect one.
A life where I was not recognized by my last name. Regardless of my family or my husband.
But my own.
One that I wasn't some stupid bimbo housewife that waits for her husband to come home with opened legs.
Well, at least a cheating husband.
If a woman had a loyal husband and was living her happily ever after then good for her.
For years I have become known. I became a hazard to all seven continents of the world. The people of the world had given me a name.
They called me the Ladra.
I've mastered the art of thievery and rose like a Phoenix. Men craved me, women envied me but never dared to follow in my footsteps.
"GET HER!" I hear one of the men snarl.
I laugh as I run over the buildings of New York City. Leaping and ducking over everything I must as the cops rush behind me from all over.
The adrenaline pumping through my veins was euphorically delightful.
Below me were the streets of the dark night and behind me were the cops who chased with their guns which they might I add sloppily shot. They shoot like those troops from star wars, they always miss. It's quite funny actually. Therefore, I laugh even louder adding to their frustration.
However, my laughter is cut short once I stand in front of a dead end. My feet stop as I stare at the bottomless pit of the building. The cops stop their cars dramatically their tires screeching in the process. I turn around to see the two breathless cops come towards me.
"You-" He pants profusely, I did not even try to hide my amusement. "-are surrounded," He says finally using his words.
The other guy does not speak as he places his hand on his obviously aching hip, gasping for air.
"Orabella West, you are under arrest for thievery"
I bite back a laugh.
Oh, the number of times I've heard those words. A big bluff that's what it was.
and no, I am not stupid enough to give my name out to the public.
My real name is Aria Peirce.
I take out my gun and aim in between the guy's head, their shock is evident. "Are you sure you want to do that... sir?" I tell him, my tone mocking.
The fear in this guy is evident. It was sad. He must be the new guy... Too bad I will be the one to end his life...
I pull the trigger and listen to the booming *bang!* expecting to see his blood dripping on the floor. He lets out a girly scream.
Oh don't be such a killjoy, I am only joking.
I don't kill, that's not in my policy, you see I do not believe that it is within a human's right to take away another human's life. No, that would be unfair.
I laugh hysterically as I watch the guy touch his body trying to look for his none existent wound. "I'm dead right? I'm dead aren't I? Bob, I'm dead!" He cries, the panic evident in his eyes.
I roll my eyes with a grin as I take his distraction as my opportunity to run.
Cops are such idiots these days.
"Bye boys!" I call out as I take off running.
Sure maybe I'm not a living angel but at the end of the day who is? I'm a thief, a liar, a villain, and in some eyes an angel who had fallen from grace. Call me what you will, but never will I ever become a murderer. That is where I draw the line.
"You bloody idiot!" I hear the other cop tell him. I leap over another building as they run after me. They split sides managing to trap me.
But just because I am not a murderer doesn't mean I don't hurt.
I kick the guy on my right as I then duck at the attempt of him to punch me only having him end up punching the other guy on the nose. I smirk in content once hearing the sickening crack. Whilst they argue I managed to bash their heads towards each other, knocking them both out unconscious.
They drop to the ground with a*thud!* and I watch their sleeping bodies with a small tilt of my head.
Good God, I wonder what qualified these two fools to become cops. I swear they remind me of those two criminals who were after Kevin at home alone.
"Get her! The new guys were never qualified to get her! Get her before she runs away!"
I listen to the sounds of multiple footsteps and shouts of men and smiled.
The blinding lights of their flashlights flash through my eyes, the spotlight all on me. "Stop in the name of the law!"
I fought the urge to scoff.
Why did the police mindlessly say that? I already broke the law why the hell would I do anything in the name of it?
Blowing them a kiss I run towards a dead-end ready to jump off the building. Cats always land on their feet, don't they?
So why can't I?
I leap into the air and dive towards the ground with a smile on my face.
Another lucky escape...
M E A N W H I L E||
"This is too much of a risk... we cannot guarantee if this business will be successful, it could bring us so much loss," One of the men at the business table tells him. "Boss Mr. Vert is correct, we could lose millions," He says.
The boss remains silent sitting on the last seat of the table, his jaw clenches, the faint stubble on his jaw only made his jawline look sharper. His dark locks were sleeked into perfection.
He leans forward, placing both his elbows onto the wooden table clasping his hands together, the muscles on his broad shoulders clenched. The veins on his arms only become more clear, as his golden eyes finally looked up staring at his fellow employees. The one gesture brought so much fear up their spines.
He tilts his head to the side before his voice finally spoke.
"And how can you guarantee that I would lead you all to a loss?" He rasps. His voice calm and collected, yet it only amplified the tension in the room and intensified the fear which radiated throughout the room.
He basked in it all.
"Sir, I-"
"If you lack your trust in me Micheal then you might as well leave," He says.
Mr vert remains silent, his eyes burning a hole into the wooden table.
"Mr. Medici I am your advisor-"
"And I am your boss" He deadpanned.
A heavy silence lingered through the air, with each passing second the clock had ticked the more tension in the room had amplified.
"We will start a partnership with the Carter industries." He explained. He then stood up, the rest followed up after him.
"We will host a gala sealing our partnership with the Carter family in three weeks." He explained.
The people in the room nod their head in submission not wanting to test their Leader, they left the room once he had dismissed them. He then turned to face his personal assistant.
"Is Ammon bringing the ring?" He asks her.
Mrs. Hills, a married young woman had nodded her head once as she adjusted her glasses.
"Yes, Mr. Medici. Everything will go according to plan" She explained. Her tone tight lipped and professional.
However little did he know that for the first time in his tainted life nothing would go according to plan tonight.
The woman who lived far from where he stood stares down at her crystal globe watching her princely grandson. The eldest son of the Medici family, a family of wolves that had the drop of the goddess' blood in their veins.
For the woman who lived in the moon had cursed him with the wolf of Sol, wolf of Pride.
She stared at her once favorite angel with a small smile on her face.
"I wish you happiness... my Samuel" She whispers before she turned around and left.
A R I A||
I give an innocent smile as I waved towards the frowning and grimacing man who sat by the corner of the bar alone, sulking and silently fuming.
I was at a bar celebrating my newest and successful robbery.
Well, not after a whole lecture from a good friend of mine.
West Petersons.
A computer hacking genius.
He thundered me with the usual "That was dangerous!" and the "you could have gotten caught's"
However, under all that anger, I knew it came out of his own concern. His father was an alcoholic, his mother ran away a while ago, finding him in the streets three years ago when he was only seventeen reminded me of my situation before I had given myself a name so I took him in, and had managed to throw his father's arse behind bars.
We've become inseparable ever since.
I look at him from where he sat in the corner of the bar again and gave him an even bigger smile as he gave me an even bigger frown.
The loud music was deafening as sweaty bodies danced sloppily against one another in a fit of lust. I had forced West to come with me, he was currently glaring at me in that corner since this was not necessarily his kind of place to lounge around in.
A bright smile braced my features as I see my favorite bartender, Adrien Salvelto walk over starting his shift with a smile on his face.
If James Dean had a long-lost twin then surely he was standing before me as of now.
His smile widened ten-fold once his baby blue eyes locked with mine. He instantly walked over in my direction ignoring the rest of the customers. I grinned as I slapped a twenty-dollar bill on the table.
"The usual please," I tell him.
He embraced me with the usual hug.
Once he lets go he sighed brushing his shaggy dark bangs out of his eyes. I'm guessing you had another success in your job?" He asks me and I chuckled nodding my head.
No.
He did not know of my identity. If he did then... I would have to have west deal with him.
Not kill of course. I stood by my rules.
No killing.
He smiled. "I'm proud of you," He said ruffling the top of my brown locks, messing it up a little. I laughed.
"So tell me, how is my favorite bartender?" I ask him.
"I'm the only bartender you know" He retorts.
"All the more reason to make you my favorite," I said in an obvious tone. He sighed shaking his head though still had a smile wide enough for his dimples to show.
Time bled into hours and I was officially having the time of my life, dancing laughing, teasing west, and whatnot.
This was my life.
Chaos.
It was beautiful.
To life in the glimmer of the moment. To live on the run. To never expect what life threw at your way, it was thrilling. A life of chaos was a life... worth living really. When the day comes, and when my life flashed before my eyes I want to watch it in anticipation. I want to laugh at the sound of my thrill.
If one wanted to be safe, they should get arrested. Prison provided you with food, protection and a roof under your head.
The only thing lacking in that was freedom.
I basked in my chaos, however I made sure not to drink a drop of alchohol. I don't drink. I simply couldn't afford to lose control of myself. I did not trust my lips when I was drunk, and who knows? I might unleash my true identity on the newspaper the next morning.
My reckless Arse had the power to do that with no shame.
However, my time of joy was strangely interrupted once I suddenly feel a prickle of excitement jolt through my body.
It was rather strange and random.
I blamed it on the adrenaline.
However, after a few moments, my sense of peace had completely vanished. An overbearing feeling of restlessness engulfs me. It felt... it was quite hard to explain.
All I could say was that it felt like a calling.
Something... something was calling out for me, and it was close.
Instinctively, my eyes turn around looking for something, something I was not quite sure of what. However, my eyes dart to the entrance of the floor that was slightly above us. A floor for only the highest class of people.
I've been there a few times after stealing a couple of people's IDs and faked some names but I was not necessarily in the mood to be all uppity rich. I wanted to be set free.
However, mentally cursed myself for that decision once I noticed just who was up there. A strange man walked and sat in one of the leather VIP chairs, his beauty had managed to turn a couple of heads.
But I could not see him clearly due to the darkness of the room.
He sat idly for a moment not even noticing my presence, the fact itself had me feel quite.. disheartened.
However, time seemed to have frozen once he had felt my stare.
I was enchanted. Locked underneath his mighty stare unable to find myself to look away even though I could not see him clearly. He sat amidst the shadows I could not see his face, however, I felt his stare. All I knew though was that I had felt these strange sparks. This euphoric sense of pride that he was staring my way.
Part of me wanted to walk over to him. To see how this man looked like under the light. Another part of me however, the more logical side was nervous. I wanted nothing more than to run away at that moment, but strangely enough⎯⎯
⎯⎯⎯I didn't.
His dark eyes rake down my body and he whispers something to one of the men's ear who stood next to him his eyes never leaving mine. Face flushed I finally managed to look away. However just when I was about to leave from this suffocating tension and move away from his intimidating gaze I was stopped a waiter comes holding the most expensive drink in this club.
"A drink from Mr. Medici" Was all the waiter said as he then turns walking away. Confused I find a note taped to the side, I rip it out of the glass cup and read...
Staring is rude, little one...
I unconsciously find myself biting my lip my eyes finding his familiar dark ones. His lips stretch to a smirk before getting up and leaving me alone at the bar.
However, the look in his eyes promised one thing...
This isn't the last time I will see this man...