A fan fic by Caleyndar.
Rating: PG.

Notes: This is the last chapter of Part Four: Angel of 
Tears... For the time being, it has a happy ending. You can
stop reading at the end of this chapter if you wish, if you
are satisfied with the ending or just sick and tired of this. 
But this is by no means the end of this story. Part Five: 
The War of Peace, Chapter One, will follow. But you may 
regret reading on. You have been warned, dear readers. 
	If you have any questions or comments, please email 
me at: caleyndar@tac.com.au
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Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me; only the
few I make up. The story, however, is mine.


The Name Endymion...

Part Four: Angel of Tears...

Chapter Six...

	Peace. Did the flesh and blood want this? If yes, 
then why so many wars for petty matters? Why take so many 
souls to die over pride? For the sake of honour? If no, then 
why did so many strive for it? What was so attractive about 
inactiveness? Peace. War. The extremes of society? 
	I looked down at the delicate sphere caught in man 
spun webs and pondered at this. All my life I had wanted 
peace. I had wanted love. Yet, had I been willing to kill 
for that peace, that love? The answer to that was yes. So in 
reality, was peace and war and inseparable thing? If so, why 
was it that way? That our worlds should be structured in 
such a way that two different things could not exist without 
the other? Just as Darkness could not exist without the 
Light, nor the Light without the Darkness. Serenity, I think 
you and I are like that. An Angel and a Devil.
	The site I saw through my soul?s eyes was much 
different from the one I had seen in my last moment of true 
consciousness. That scene of chaos and destruction. It was 
no more. It had been replaced by one filled with tension and 
distrust.
	Lights from emergency vehicles flashed all down the 
road, eyes blinking. There were dozens of police cars 
crowded onto our normally quiet street. All the neighbours 
were watching from the safety of their homes, peeking out 
the doors and windows. Little children looked out from their 
upstairs windows, having been told to stay inside by their 
over protective and confused parents. 
	I saw my body lying lifeless on the cold black tar 
road, pale face lit only by the few street lights and the 
bright shadow of the moon. Mercury knelt next to me, her 
white gloved fingers checking my pulse and a worried 
expression sketched on her logical face. Zoisite stood by 
her, hand on her shoulder, giving her support. My other 
generals stood glaring at police, as did the Inner and Outer 
Soldiers. Occasionally the authorities would make an attempt 
to move in, but the warriors would power up an attack and 
send them scurrying back to the shelter of their cars like 
feeble mice. The bodies of my family still laid there, 
exposed on the road, a bloody mess. The hovering machines of 
the Weapons sat on the ground with no one to operate them. 
Blade and Sabre were amongst the dead and their bodies too 
still polluted the road. Sword sat alone on the cold black 
ground, hugging herself.
	My soul just looked at this scene, almost unwilling 
to go back into my physical shell. Would I feel pain? Could 
I wake? I looked so dead. This was doubt. This was fear. I 
floated inches above the ground, frozen as if I was just a 
gas, nothing more nor less.
	"Well, what a surprise!" a mocking voice said from 
behind me, trying not to laugh.
	I turned around, pulling together a faint outline of 
myself and standing on the ground. My image was too light 
and over cast by shadows for mortals? eyes to see, but the 
two figures who stood behind me found it an easy task. 
"Lestat. Louis," I said softly. We stood too far away from 
my generals and the soldiers for them to here. "I would have 
thought Armand would be here to gloat." I smiled faintly, 
glancing down at my ghostly form. 
	"Ah, well, Armand is a little occupied right now," 
Lestat answered, grinning, as if he knew something which he 
found tremendously amusing. "And he isn?t that cruel. He 
wouldn?t ?gloat? at your present state, nor at what has 
happened here. He may be the Devil with the face of and 
Angel, but really, he?s just a sweet little misunderstood 
kid who I like to annoy." This time he did laugh.
	"Have a little pity, Lestat. I did not laugh at you 
when you were trapped in a mortal body," Louis said, glaring 
at him with his brilliant green eyes that seemed to glow in 
the absence of light.
	Lestat promptly shut up and looked away. 
	"Endymion, if you fear not being able to wake in 
your physical body, I will not lie to you. You will not be 
able to. Sabre poisoned you and has made your body an enemy 
to yourself. There?s nothing you can do, even with your 
powers," Louis said, gesturing with his hand towards my body.
	I stared at him, and then mouthed the words ?then 
what am I to do?? unable to give them life, so helpless was 
I. My voice was like sand, so course and raking against my 
spiritual throat, when at last I found it. "And if I return 
to my body in it?s current state?" I whispered.
	Louis shook his head slightly, casting down his eyes 
to the river of darkness that flowed through a bank lined 
with lights of warmth. "I do not know what the outcome of 
that would be. You may very well be trapped there, unable to 
move, unable to wake, and unable to leave and venture in
spirit form as you do now," Louis said gravely and 
truthfully.
	"Oh, poor Endymion," Lestat said sarcastically. "Is 
being a ghost so bad?" He laughed, clutching his sides and 
stumbling around in the dark like a drunken man. 
	I had the sudden desire to bash his head in. Instead, 
I just glared at him. "I?ve spoken to my Mother. I know the 
truth about this war. I want to end it. Yet even now, when 
my mind is made up, and not a doubt exists, I can not. Now, 
Lestat, if you do not stop laughing at my misfortune, when I 
am in possession of my body again, I am going to hunt you 
like a rabbit," I threatened through clenched teeth.
	Lestat just doubled over laughing, almost doing a 
little dance of sick joy.
	A movement in the corner of my eye caught my 
attention and I turned to see Mercury rise, shaking her head. 
Kunzite backed towards my body, still weary of Sword and the 
police. He knelt down to look at my sleeping face, and then 
rose to converse with Mercury. Unknowingly, I drifted closer 
to them, my image dissipating as I drew near. 
	"The body is alive, High General Kunzite," Mercury 
said in a tight voice. "But there is no soul, or it is 
hidden beneath the compound Sabre stabbed into the Prince?s 
body.' She fell silent, wondering if she should shed a ray 
of hope into the darkness of despair. She took a breath and 
spoke. "But this poison should have killed Prince Endymion. 
Yet his physical body is not dead, so there may be hope,"
Mercury trailed off, uncertain. 
	"Whatever the case, we can not stay here all night. 
We must leave for more removed ground," Venus spoke up, 
never turning around, never taking her sky blue eyes from 
the watching officers nor the crying Sword, whose tears were 
endless.
	"We do not have the power to teleport others with us," 
Kunzite thought out aloud. "Only Endymion has ever done so, 
with very little effort."
	"And so it is the same with us," Venus added. 
	"Yes, well, if we don?t get the hell out of here 
soon, we are going to get arrested," Jadeite said, his 
flaming green sword held in an offensive position towards 
the police.
	I was at a loss. What could I do? I wanted to help, 
but in such a state, could not. I no longer had the strength 
to make a shell around my soul to serve as a living being. I 
was nothing more than a weak ghost, a pesky spirit. In my 
despair, I sank down onto the ground, drifting around my 
body but daring not to touch its pale skin. 
	?Serenity, my Angel, where are you? I wish you were 
here. I need your love, your strength,? I prayed silently, 
looking up at the moon. 
	"I?ve had enough," Uranus said, looking very annoyed 
and frustrated. "Let me just kill all the witnesses and 
leave." She spat on the ground, and adjusted her grip on her 
Space Sword.
	"No." So soft, so perfect. Yet the power behind the 
weak voice was undoubtable. There was no origin to this 
voice, so familiar yet on the brink of being forgotten. But 
somehow I knew I could never forget this voice. Even if for 
some absurd reason I wanted to.
	Eyes turned towards the Heaven. The voice seemed to 
belong there. No one could deny their attention to this 
voice. So kind, and so very much a part of me? Uranus 
lowered the weapon, her eyes locked onto the moon. She 
seemed in shock. The rest of the soldiers lowered their 
attacks as well. The neighbours who looked on were slightly 
confused, but the police took that moment to rush in and 
drag Sword away. They did not succeed. 
	Diamond and Sapphire appeared at that moment, hands 
burning, full of deadly power, ready to blast anyone that 
dared touch Sword. She may be our enemy, but by no means 
could these people of Earth have access to one not of this 
world. And unspoken law which all followed. 
	The police scampered back again. It was almost 
amusing, watching them run for their feeble lives, but my 
attention was elsewhere already. Where Diamond and Sapphire 
were, she had to be near. My Angel, my saviour. Did you hear 
my prayer, my wish for you? Was that why you came, Love, or 
did you come merely to save these Innocents? Please, don?t 
fear me anymore. I can not live without your touch. You are 
too much a part of me, Serenity. My other half of my soul!
	Warm light flowed down from the moon, it seemed, 
blooming to life as it touched the earth. There, a flower 
seeded, more beautiful than light itself. It?s petals of 
light opened, revealing a center so magnificent and full of 
splendour it almost hurt me to look apon it. 
	Her eyes were closed, her face serene and full of 
love and peace. A gown made from moon and star light 
surrounded her angelic body, and her crescent moon symbol 
interlocked with the earth shone brilliantly. In her slender 
and delicate hands she held her Crescent Moon Wand in which 
the mysterious Silver Crystal radiated a light not unlike 
her own.
	A silence fell. All the humans made not a sound as 
they too stared in a daze at that Angel who stood before 
them. The two Outer Scouts dropped onto one of their knees 
and bowed their heads. The Inners took their places behind 
the Princess. 
	"Enough, Prince Diamond, Sapphire," she said quietly. 
"Rise, Uranus and Neptune. There is no need for more 
violence, nor for you to bow before me. I am, after all, 
human, not a goddess."
	But you are, Serenity. My goddess, my love, my 
saviour in white.
	Diamond and his younger brother lowered their arms 
and let the energy dissipate. The young Prince of the Black 
Moon Kingdom glared off into the night, crossing his arms 
across his board powerful chest. Sapphire turned and set his 
dark blue eyes on my lifeless form, seeming to stare right 
at my wandering spirit which hovered about it. 
	Apon seeing her delightful form once more, I could 
not help but fly towards her, to spin around her in a daze, 
my invisible form enveloping hers. My mortal body was 
forgotten, banished from my mind. The only thing I was 
capable of thinking of was her, and being near her, to touch 
her. It ached not to have her loving me. It was pure pain 
not to have her hold me. 
	She inhaled shapely apon sensing my presence so 
close to her. She knew I was there. It would have been 
impossible for her not to feel me. Our souls were bonded, 
and they called out to one another. The light would always 
call out to the darkness, and the darkness would always 
reply, and so it was the other way. That was the way life 
worked, how things were meant to be. That was fate, that was 
destiny.
	Her hand came up, slowly, towards my sad face. Her 
bright sky blue eyes danced with the street lights until 
they found mine. I opened my soul to her. I let her feel my 
pain, my utter regret for everything. All that had passed 
which concerned her directly and those which did not. 
	?I want you, I need you, I love you. You are my 
light, you are my fire, you are my desire. I want it that 
way,? my soul whispered to her. And like a breeze, of the 
fluttering of a butterfly?s wings, I kissed her cheek and 
surrounded her with my love. 
	The perfection which was her hand lowered, and she 
closed her eyes, deep in thought and perhaps pain. Her 
golden hair flowed like a silk waterfall around her. ?Is 
this the feeling of being lonely? That there is something 
missing in my heart, no matter how filled with another?s 
love?? she questioned. Were those words for me? Or did she 
merely ask herself, doubt herself? ?It has to be you,? she 
trailed off, her mental voice soft, kind. ?It can be no 
other. Why?? She touched me with her soul, as one would touch 
another?s shoulder to capture their delicate attention.
	?I wish you would say "because you love me". For I 
love you, and we were meant to be,? I whispered, and touched 
her downcast face. ?I need you, Serenity. I will love you for 
eternity.?
	She was silent, so I continued.
	?Life is for learning, and it can not be without 
pain. I have learnt how to cause pain, to hurt others, to 
make them suffer. But I can not stand it. I loath it, 
because I have also learnt to feel that pain, that wound in 
my soul. I know how to cause pain, Serenity, but I have also 
learnt how to prevent it. Oh God, please, give me another 
chance. I plead with you. I beg of you. Let me back into 
your life. Let me love you, let me hold you. Let me make you 
happy, as you have always wanted it,? I said passionately,
my voice tight and choked even in my mind. ?And if you will 
not, then kill me now. Let me pass on, for I can not live 
with you. Not after I have lost everyone, all those who have 
ever loved me.? My soul danced back, tearing itself away 
from her presence. I looked at her sadly, and then sat down 
beside my physical self, staring up at her, eyes filled with 
an expression of defeat.
	Serenity did not move. Her doll like face was tilted 
towards me, thoughts whirling through her mind. And her blue 
eyes glistened with something not unlike tears, though it may 
very well have been merely her inner beauty shinning out 
through the windows of her sweet soul. She closed her eyes 
and sighed softly. It was like the whisper of the flowers, 
or the starlight playing apon the leaves that even now sang 
a lovely tune above the gruesome site below them. 
	Soft echoing footsteps. The clicking of the heels on 
the hard surface of the road underneath. Fine cloth rustled 
as this being walked slowly across the distance that 
separated himself from the rest of us. I did not turn to 
look, but I saw a flash of red velvet. It reminded me too 
much of blood. The death of my family here on Earth, my only 
home I had known in my true consciousness. 
	"Marius?" Lestat?s amazed voice breaking the fearful 
silence. His light foot steps, closely followed by another 
set, made their way to where the first set had stopped apon 
hearing his name voiced. Marius the teacher, Marius the 
master, the maker, the lover of Armand.
	I broke my desperate stare towards Serenity?s 
feeling infused face and looked at the three immortals. They 
stood with little distance between them in the murky 
darkness of the night, cut though only by the dim light of 
the street lamps and the natural light of the Heavens above. 
Marius, the elder of the three, glanced calmly at the 
Princess of the Moon Kingdom and my lifeless body before 
looking at Lestat and Louis. The former resembled Marius 
much, with his shoulder length golden hair and similar 
height. Louis seemed the outcast. He always was, always had 
been. The sufferer with the brilliant green eyes and 
shadowed hair which was like the night. 
	"Marius, I knew you were alive. Armand told us that 
much. But why are you here? I would have thought you would 
be with him?" Lestat asked, sombre for the instant, 
expression serious.
	"I thought it best to let him suffer in his fear of 
me for a little longer," Marius replied softly with a smile. 
"The question is, Lestat and Louis, why are you here?"
	"Ah, well, that is a long story," Lestat started.
	"We came because Lestat wanted to see how this would 
turn out," Louis finished, glaring at Lestat with his 
unnaturally bright emerald green eyes.
	"So in other words, you came here to amuse yourself?" 
Marius asked, raising an eyebrow.
	"You could put it like that," Lestat said with a 
lopsided grin.
	Marius shook his head and muttered something under 
his breath. "You always will be the Brat Prince." The tall 
figure then addressed Serenity, all amusement gone from his 
patient voice. "Princess Serenity, if you would care to move 
your companions from this world, I would gladly clear 
everything up here. And I am sure my two friends would help 
me."
	She opened her eyes and looked at him, the tall 
human figure with cold white skin and supernatural blood 
running through his veins. "Thankyou, Marius, if that be 
your name. I would be grateful if you could deal with the 
authorities after we leave. I will do what I can to erase 
this from their memories, but I must entrust to you the 
burden of the deaths of Endymion?s family."
	Marius nodded, and glanced at the bodies which even 
now bleed from their cruel wounds. 
	"Serenity, should you trust these men? They have 
only just appeared out of no where, and you are willing to 
place such responsibility apon them?" Diamond demanded, 
stepping forward.
	"I agree," Uranus said, rising. Neptune stood with 
her, but was silent. "No one must know what truly happened 
here. You know the rules concerning matters such as this!"
	"I understand both your concerns, Diamond, Uranus. 
But I know this man can be trusted. He has the power to make 
it so that none of this happened. Please, let me take this 
burden at least from my weary shoulders and place them apon 
another?s, no matter how selfish," Serenity said softly, her 
voice much tired and almost sad, frayed.
	Diamond meant to speak again, but his brother 
silenced him gently with a hand on his shoulder. He settled 
on glaring at my body, eyes filled with hate. Did he know? 
Surely he must. That Serenity did not really love him. He 
had no doubt guessed that Serenity had come for more than to 
simply end the nightmare that surrounded us. 
	A tear fell. 
	To watch tears rain down from the clouded sky was 
to watch the world cry. To watch tears which leaked from a 
maiden?s eyes was to watch pain fall from her soul. 
	That single tear which fell from her beautiful 
innocent eyes carried with it all the pain she hid within 
her soul. Her loneliness, her regret, everything. She and I 
were too much alike. We both tried to hid our pain and in 
the end we were only hurt all the more by it. 
	She was suddenly kneeling beside my body. Time 
seemed to have skipped a beat. Her tears were falling freely, 
and gravity pulled them to land apon my silent face. How I 
wished I could taste her tears. I could only watch them fall, 
and pray in vain for her to cease her crying, for her to be 
happy. Filled with life and hope. Filled with joy, and empty 
of pain and suffering.
	The Silver Crystal glowed in the wand she held 
grasped in one hand. The warmth of the glow spread up though 
her arms and infused her entire body with its glorious light. 
Those who watched on stepped back, even my generals who had 
stood close guarding my sleeping body. 
	I watched, my eyes wide in their invisible state, 
hands knotted tight into fists, as Serenity did this. What 
did I feel? Hope? Perhaps. Hope that she would heal my 
poisoned body, that she would love me. If only that was true. 
Then I would be finally at peace. No matter how short a time, 
as long as I would be at peace. Elios, I hope you were right. 
I hope that I will find the peace I had been searching for 
since the day Serenity and I bonded, even if it was followed 
by a time of war.
	But such scenes of death and destruction were far 
from my mind. All that dominated my vision now was her 
beautiful form, glowing with such brilliance in front of my 
very eyes. In a trance I watched her, wanted to feel her 
embrace, wished to feel the warmth that emitted from her 
entire being. 
	With her free hand, she caressed my face as a lover 
might, running a slender finger from my forehead, where the 
symbol we shared lived, down to my slightly parted mouth. 
Was my skin even warm now? It looked so pale, as if all the 
blood had drained from me. How dead did I look to living
eyes? But to her eyes. What was I? 
	And then she kissed me. 
	Two years ago, an angel came into my dreary life. It 
was my first taste of sweet love when I pressed my lips to 
hers by accident or fate. When we looked into each other?s 
souls, we saw something there we could not understand, for 
it was an understanding for each other that was too deep to 
grasp in such young minds untrained to pain as ours. 
	In foolishness, in petty pride, we left what we 
needed to survive: each other. We suffered without the love 
of the other. And we were so blinded by our own pain that we 
caused pain to others in a quest to find what would heal us. 
	My generals, whose heart had been given to fair 
maidens, followed me in my selfishness. But humans were not 
without feeling. They broke in the end and turned apon me 
with harsh words which I surly deserved. I kissed the earth 
then, and listened to the grass and flowers sing their sweet 
heavenly tune. They stood above me like dark gods of sorts, 
their goddesses close by, who had just pleaded me with in 
vain to do what they wanted so they could be happy.
	In the end, I saw my own stupidity. Its the only 
word I could give for my actions. They were that poorly 
planned. Perhaps, had I listened to my friends, my generals, 
all those weeks ago, I would not be without family now, 
blood which connected me to this world. But would I have met 
my Mother? Would the end have come to this, with Serenity, 
the one I love, by my side?
	Questions apon questions. One may ask, but answers 
were never given. 
	Well, Prince Endymion, ask no more. Not now. Let the 
time stream flow as it is bound to do, and do not question 
all those possibilities. Just feel her warmth flood through 
your icy cold body, warm up your frozen veins, and make your 
heart pump the blood through you once more.
	Fire poured down my throat. Liquid life. If the 
eternal spring from which the waters of life sprang forth 
existed, then this was what that nectar must taste like. 
Words alone could not describe this! The bliss that came 
from this could be compared to nothing else! A man without 
water for days in the most parched deserts when sparkling 
droplets coursed down from the sky and touched his sun burnt
skin could not begin to comprehend the feeling I felt now!
	Slowly my eyes opened. I was no longer the wandering 
lost spirit bound to earth unable to die nor live. I was the 
Prince of the Earth Kingdom passionately kissing the Princess 
of the Moon Kingdom. Unknown to both of us, my arms had 
enfolded her slight form, and we were pressed together, as 
if being even the most minuet distance apart would strike us 
dead. 
	At last we separated, breathing in the frosted night 
air and each other sweet scent, looking deep into each 
other?s sapphire coloured eyes. Still I held her tight, 
afraid to let her go and see her disappear and wake up from 
my dream.
	Finally, I whispered those words: "I love you." With 
my still cold and quivering fingers, I brushed the tears 
from her softly smiling face, and then kissed her eyelids, 
telling her to cry no more. But alas, tears fell from my 
eyes too. Twin silver trails races down my cold white cheek 
and fell onto her sparkling white dress.
	She just smiled and kissed me. 
	I tenderly kissed her back.
	What God created humans so that their eyes may leak 
when infused with emotion? What God gave us such emotions? 
Emotion which could bring such happiness or pain? 
	I do not think I cared there and then. I only knew 
that the Angel of Tears smiled apon me and gave me the gift 
of crying tears of happiness for the first time in my life.

End of Part Four, Chapter Six.

End of Part Four, period.