Disclaimer: I do not own D.N. Angel. If I did, the result would be something like this.

When an artist creates a piece it is often part of their own souls, echoes of dreams and thoughts translated into paint and canvas. But, just this once, the Hikari decided to do something different. To create a soul belonging to the piece itself, new in all ways.

There are punishments for playing god.

It is a beautiful night, the Hikari thought, watching the preparations for the sealing. He sighed. It would be that our greatest triumph would become our sincerest regret. They had wished to do what none else had dared…and were now paying for it. The most powerful artwork of the Hikari family was to be chained, bound to harness the power they had breathed into it. A soft voice singing caught his attention, calling him from his thoughts. The sound carried well, as it should from the choir of a cathedral. It was only fair that such a beautiful thing be destroyed in the place meant to hold it. Their wonderful Black Wings.

It really was such a pity, the Hikari mused, to steal away this conscience from the beautiful piece. But it must be done.

"Begin."

A low hum suffused the cathedral, the runes and markings on the floor slowly gaining a white glow as the hum gained words (remnants of a culture near forgotten). Light flashed suddenly, tendrils of pale light lashing from the artwork, as though the soul inside was writhing in protest. This was ignored-until one of the tendrils lashed with sudden precision and cut open the belly one of the singing figures. He screamed, hands clutching at his entrails even as they slithered out of his gut and onto the cold floor (no longer chill washed with hot blood). The others were too stunned to move, eyes locked on the dying (dead) man instead of the artwork. A mistake.

A red headed thief of the Niwa clan watched the scene wide eyed behind a pillar. He'd only come to steal the fabled Black Wings, not witness a scene crueler and bloodier than his grandfather's darkest tales.

White light exploded from the piece, (cold whiteness screamed ) ripping apart the runes and many of the people. Clawing away from the black (redred everywhere) the light paused, then flung itself at the horrified Hikari (soulbodygenetics(mineminemine) )-and vanished.

For the briefest of moments everything was quiet, but for the whimpers of the dying. Then the Hikari's form shifted into a being with too long hair and pale wings. Gold eyes opened.

Cold whiteness screamed,clawing away from the black and lunged into the soulbodygenetics(mineminemine) of the Hikari.

Drifting unnoticed after the white was a black shadow, which found itself flung from it's (othernotnowanymore) light and into the body the thief, who had edged his way around the pillar-and into the darkness's path. (Only the softest of whimpers emanated from the black, unlike the screaming white. Just the repeated whisper darkdarkdarkdark that faded into the recesses of nowhere.)

The marble floor of the cathedral bloomed red beneath the corpses, a white angel was baptized in crimson as his high, breathless laughter careened off of walls and chased a thief into the night. (The moon was bleeding.)

Prologue for multichapter fic. Technically a redo of EverDark (which died then resurrected itself as this). This is gonna be a hell of a lot darker than canon, and will contain next to no romance. This'll be fun.

-Clockwork Raven