Disclaimer: don't own naruto.

Warning, warning: This story is incomplete and up for adoption. It contains RAPE and is a demon/angel AU.

Summary; Naruhina angelic supernatural AU. Dark naruto. Contains rape, is a UNfinished story that is up for adoption.

Fallen Prophecy

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Hinata let out a shattering scream as her wings were ripped off her back. If the two angels weren't restraining her arms on either side of her, her trembling body would've surely crumbled to the floor from the heart-wrenching pain. Her heart hammered against her chest as tears cascaded down her cheeks. She pleaded for mercy, for another chance.

"Please, please," she silently whimpered.

"You know the rules, Hinata. There are no second chances here," said the third man, behind her, who had ripped her wings off.

Hinata somehow found the strength to turn her head on her shoulder and face him. This angel wore white metal boots with the purest of silks for pants. A sword hanged threateningly by his side with one hand laying comfortably at its hilt. Looking higher, he wore no shirt, exposing his perfect, scar free, muscularly body with a frown etched to his mouth. His grey eyes cold and distant as his long brown hair flowed behind his large white wings. He was a regal knight, a true angel warrior.

"N-Neji, brother," she uselessly pleaded.

"This is fate," he said, finally turning his stare to the other two angels restraining her. "Drop her in."

Hinata fearfully began to struggle against them.

"No!" She cried.

Their hands, though, were too tight against her upper arms. Dragging her to a hole, she begged and screamed to be forgiven.

"Goodbye, sister," the two angels plead their farewells and she was gone.

Fallen Prophecy

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Falling.

She was falling down and fast.

Wind hit her face so strongly that she couldn't open her eyes. Her ears heard nothing but whistling and howling as her hair flickered frantically behind her. Seeing the ground approaching and fast, Hinata covered her head and braced for impact.

Slam.

Hinata felt pain and so much unbearable agony. Every inch of her body hurt, especially her back where her wings were ripped away. It throbbed achingly as a firm reminder of what she became. She wasn't an angel anymore; no, she was practically a human, a reject, a fallen one.

She laid faced down on the dirt. Forcing her trembling weak limbs underneath herself, she tried to pick herself up. Her scraped knees and scarred hands shook from lifting the weight of her beaten body.

She must get up. She had to get up.

She strained one of her unsteady knees to her foot. Taking a deep ragged breath, she did the same to her other. With now both feet planted on the ground, her hands trembled keeping her torso up.

She knew they must be watching, the ones high up above, the ones who casted her out, her beloved family. The little dignity She had left demanded she rise. Weakness was the reason they let her go and she refused for it to be the last thing they see.

Pushing her hands against the floor, she tried to balance her weight onto her crouched legs. Her bended limbs trembled and gave out, making her fall face down onto the floor yet again. Fresh new Tears ran down her face as she painfully whimpered.

Like always, She was showing such an unsightly scene and, like always, her heavenly comrades must be disappointingly shaking their heads.

Chokingly sobbing, she tried to stand again but again she failed. This body she had was simply too weak. Or maybe it wasn't the vessel that failed her but her own spirit that wasn't strong enough.

Defeated from her inner turmoils, Hinata aguishly laid face down on the floor.

They must be right. Why she even attempted to fight against with what they said, was beyond her knowledge. She always was and will continue to be a disgrace, the permanent black mark of the family just as destiny firmly dictated so. Her wavering faith was predestined in stone the moment the universe was created. Who was she to try to believe otherwise? To question against the word of truth?

"What do we have here?" Said a very male voice.

Hinata tensed and opened her tear-filled lavender eyes to see two brown grimy boots in front of her face. Slowly looking up, she saw his ripped jeans and a blood-stained orange sweater. His arms crossed over his chest while his face amusedly cocked to the side. Smirking, his whisker cheeks seemed to thicken as some blond locks fell on over his gleaming red eyes.

"No," Hinata dreadfully whispered as she read his evil aura. "No. No. No."

This vile man was a demon! Angels and demons do not get along and she had no more powers to defend herself with. If he found out she was a fallen one, he'd surely kill her.

In a last ditch effort to escape, Hinata's shaky hands dragged her bruised body away from him by some measly centimeters. The demon easily walked beside her and squatted down next to her crawling beaten form. He casually placed his elbows on his knees while his chin resting on his clasped hands with curious inspecting eyes.

"Looks like someone really jacked you up, lady," he loudly observed. Hinata stopped dragging herself and helplessly laid her forehead onto the cold ground. She dejectedly closed her eyes waiting for the inevitable. It was no use, after all. "Who did this to you?"

Hinata's fingernails dug into the dirt as she trembled out, "Please, just kill me already."

He made a unexpectedly gagging noise. Slowly picking up her head, she saw him stick out his tongue in disgust. "Ew, seconds? No thanks, I like my kill fresh and untouched. You on the other hand looked like you've been through hell," he let out a small amused chuckle, "Heh, I said hell."

She couldn't tell if what he said was a good or bad thing. Did this mean he wouldn't kill her? Or was He probably just trying to get her hopes up, making her believe in a glimmer chance of hope before moments later squashing it to tiny billion of pieces.

"So who did this to you?" He repeated.

"Why do you want to know?" She couldn't help but whimper.

"Well, I can get the guys back who did this to you. Hurting pretty ones is a big no-no in my book." Hinata fought back the disgusted bile rising up her throat at the compliment. "So?" He drifted the word, waiting for her response.

"Even if I told you, you'd never be able to get them back."

He arrogantly scoffed. "I think I can handle the big macho men that hurt you," the demon stated all too confidently.

She defeatedly shook her head. "They are too strong. Righteousness stands firmly by their side, determination never wavers from their pure hearts, and honor strengthens their actions tenfold."

The demon's face scrunched up to one of annoyance; blond brows furrowed with lips grimacing. "Honor? Pure hearts? Heh, you're not making much sense. Those men must've really screwed up with your head."

"Angels."

"Eh?"

"Angels did this to me. I was a angel," she gave in. This confession would be the end of her but she just wanted this whole thing to stop; the pain of the rejection. And if she were to die, the prophecy had no way of fulfilling itself.

The man harshly cupped her chin, stretching her neck at an awkward position to force her to face his malicious grin. His sharp teeth gleamed against the moon-lit sky while his blood red eyes crazily darkened.

"You're no angel. Just a pathetic human girl."

"I was one," she rasped out defiantly.

The blond demon thoughtfully pouted as he digested her words. Letting her chin go, he stood and walked behind her where she couldn't see him anymore to probably examine her 'wingless' back.

Did he see now? That she was an angel?

A unexpected calloused hand pressed down against her aching shoulders, causing Hinata to screech and attempt to wither away from the painful touch but the damn man held her in place. After several unbearable moments, he finally pulled away and left her heavily gasping on the floor.

"You are one of them," she heard the demonic male say in slow realization.

Hinata eyelids heavily blinked as black spots invaded her vision. She felt so weak and at the brink of passing out. But before sleep could overcome her, the demon harshly pulled her up from the floor and slammed her aching back to a tree. Now facing him, one of his large hands tightly clutched around her neck while his red eyes boiled in anger.

"What is an angel doing in my territory!?" He snarled. His claw-like fingers closed down on her windpipe.

"I-I am, ah, I-I fell," she choked out.

The blond abruptly let her neck go and let her back slide down the tree to the ground. She coughed and greedily breathed in heavy gulps of air.

"Fallen angel? You were kicked out of heaven?" His voice raised in disbelief.

She tiredly nodded her head.

He intensely stared at her with slight disbelief before darkening with cruel intentions. The grinning demon rose his hand to her face. She tensed, preparing for him to strike again but instead he gently touched her cheek. His palm cupped her chin while his thumb caressed her thin lips.

"Well, what do y'know? A Fallen one in my territory of all places, eh? That explains why I couldn't sense you earlier," he said excitably.

His joyful red eyes locked with her fearful ones. She couldn't explain it but she couldn't will herself to turn away. It was as if she were under a spell, enticed by those menacing red pools of orbs like a terrified bird about to be eaten by a cat.

"What's your name?" His voice became low like velvet. Almost seductive like.

"H-Hinata."

"Hinata," he slowly savored the name. His thumb continued to softly rub her puckering lips, making tingles run from her head down to her toes. She couldn't explain it but she felt like she was heating up. The tips of her chest unexplainably hardened, while an uncomfortable heating ache radiated between her thighs. "So, Hinata, what'd you do to get the out from heaven?"

"Destiny predicts my future betrayal." Why was she answering him? Her mouth was moving without her consent. And those eyes, that darn demonic gaze, was making her feel strangely unholy. She clamped legs tightly together and crossed her arms over her chest.

He lowly chuckled, pleased with her discomfort. "Well, aren't you a special girl," He leaned his peach-colored lips next to her ear. "You're destined to be evil just like me."

Hinata angrily shut her eyes, not liking this man's proximity. "No," she denied. "I never defied them and I vow to never to. I will never become one of you-you betrayers."

He huffed, his warm breath hitting the nerves of her neck. "Even Though they rejected you and abandoned you like some piece of shit on the side of the road?" Tantalizing wet lips softly kissed her neck, making her tense.

"Stop, they didn't rej-"

"-Then why did they drop you here, in my territory, of all places?" His warm kisses became open mouthed ones and his tongue slide out to taste her. Lathering her with hot saliva, he gave a small suck that made her frantic heart skip a beat. "They could've sent you to a nicer town, with nice God praying folks but instead decided on bringing you here with me."

Hinata wanted everything in her being to deny it but He was right. Her family did have the power to control where she fell. Did they intentionally sent her here to die? We're they attempting to stop the prophecy?

"What bastards, eh Hinata? You don't deserve this especially since you haven't even fucked up yet. If you want, I can make them pay." His lips pull away from her the skin, his tounge suggestively licking over over sharp canines, "all I need is a deal. "

Hinata trembled at his horrifying words. Now She knew what he was doing, it's what all demons do. They try to manipulate you and corrupt your faith away. Even if she's destined to be evil like some common demon, she will try her darn hardest to fight against it. "No. I will not sell my soul to you. No matter what you do or say will not convince me otherwise."

The demon playfully hummed and pulled back with taunting bright eyes. "You sound awfully sure about that."

"You won't convert me," she vowed determinedly. Even if he had full control of her body's impure reactions, her mind will refuse any of his lies.

The man evilly sneered as he cocked his head to the side. "We'll just see about that."