Foreword

I've received a wonderful insight from a fan for this fantasy/mystery fic to go on. Originally it was called 'Tenshi4Akuma.' I've thus used this title for another story. Back to this one, I decided to hack the series off because it went off tangent. Now that I know that it didn't, I'm reviving this fic for those of you who fell in love with it. I'm renaming it as 'Lord Haru.' Ironically, it was the first title I came up with but discarded it because of the prologue. I'm glad I could finally use the original title for this fic. Not to worry, the prologue would remain the same, as well as the main characters. Lord Haru would still be the tenshi and the 'Shadow King' as the akuma.

Prologue

A very long time ago, before dinosaurs roamed the earth and humans came to existence after the age of dinosaurs ended, the Creator challenged himself to create two beings from the same core. That core was the smallest part of him. The one that he'd lest utilised yet was most treasured. It was a strand of hair. It was the only one on his head. He plucked it without hesitation or remorse because once plucked not a strand would again grow. With the strand held firmly between his thumb and forefinger. He was now completely bald. He brought it to eye level and noticed that it was half black and half white.

Black and white, dark and light, hate and love, sadness and happiness, sickness and health, rich and poor were all complimenting each other or there would not be one without the other. Therefore, one exists for the other and there would be only one true mate for the other. Each halve combined would complete a whole. These a life lessons that the two beings he would soon create would need to learn by themselves. The two beings would have their own strengths which would aid them or the other in times of need. There would be weaknesses too, to which they need to improve on as well.

The Creator had never once thought of creating a perfect being. A perfect being would be boring and there would not be any room for self development and improvisation. Life would be too predictable when in reality life was full of drama. He'd hoped that his two creations would become better beings. That was his hope because he knew Kuro, the black demon, whom he'd created it to be masculine would cause problems for Shiroi, the feminine white angel. But he also knew something else that both o were oblivious of. He'd leave them to their own devices to discover what it was.