Angel of Decadence

AU. In a world full of Corruption, humanity is forever doomed to be devoured by the darkness it creates for itself. In such a world, there are no heroes and villains. There are no fearless crusaders that shoot to better the common man. There is no white, or even grey. In such a world, there are only shades of black. In this world asphyxiating on its own selfish desires a convicted felon will do whatever she can in order to be with the only one she could ever love… the son of the corrupt officer that locked her away in the first place. Squall/Rinoa. Contains constant offensive language, sexual content and graphic brutal sadistic violence. Not suitable for Children. Content may (and will) offend and disturb some people.

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VIII

Author's Notes: Before I get into the story, there are some things you should know. First, Hyne is not God in this story; he is the equivalent of Lucifer. Next, there are names you will need to know. First are Collarn and Yukiwarra – these are the names of the Two biggest crime families in Galbadia. Dammofuji is another important name. He is the head of a powerful crime syndicate in Esthar. Next, the world is a strange setting. Galbadia is similar to USA, Esthar is like Japan. All of this may seem strange and confusing but try to put it out of your mind for now. There is one more thing. I don't expect to please everyone with this story but if you are going to read it then please do so with an open mind, thank you. (Flames are welcome but open mindedness will be far more appreciated) I realise that the first two chapters start off with more of a bang than you may be used to but this is just to introduce things. I am not sure if I have the confidence and experience to do this tale the justice it requires but I promise to try my best. It is my first time writing a story like this. Deep down behind all the bloodshed, there is a really great plot, if you have the patience to see it.

City of Sin

Deling City stood proud and tall in all its glory as the world's biggest cesspit. The city of sin had been named after Galbadia's first president and was home to the worst kind of scum conceivable and if its citizens were bad one could only imagine the horrors if it's criminal underground. The very essence of the fact was too terrible to think about. Some of the blackest cities in the world paled to a milky-white in comparison to the crime and Corruption in Galbadia's capital. This wretched metropolis had more than a few corruption rings. They were large and intertwining and their roots ran deep, more so even than the tainted sewer system.

Despite all common sense, void of all rational thought to the consequences of her actions, when others her age would be safely supervised in the institution known as 'school' a girl walks alone. Deling was a city in which travelling alone was an invitation to the rancid scum stalking the streets but even so, the fact remained. Alone she was and in daylight hours, such a feat could be thought of as safe anywhere else in the world but not here.

The girl suddenly stopped walking and looked behind her. She searched left and right as though looking for someone. "That's funny" she thought "I could have sworn someone was following me." To most the girl's actions may have verged on the borders of paranoia but here, such a dementia was only a precautionary state of mind. To be enclosed in such surroundings was enough to drive anyone insane. The girl shrugged it off and continued walking.

The sunlight swallowed her body whole, feasting its lustful eyes on the purity of her pale milk-white skin. Her hair – long and black – framed her face, her raven bangs reaching down to shield her chocolate brown eyes. She wore a white tank-top contrasting her black miniskirt. In her right hand she carried a black leather bag. Her face bore no expression as she remembered why she was walking down this street on a Tuesday.

"His name is Lionel Collarn" the voice said on the other end of the phone. "He is the youngest son of your old employer. I want you to pay him a visit. You will find him on the west side of the city. My associate will give you his exact home address."

"I see. Is he like his father?"

"No, actually, he's nothing like that. He's actually quite righteous."

This was close enough. The man she was here to see lived close-by. On her left she saw a long dark ally and decided to cut through it. Little did the girl know she wasn't alone. Behind her, three men followed her in. As soon as they were out of sight the men increased their pace to catch up to her. Their vile, putrid faces were twisted in malice and glee. Their eyes were full of lust and their smirks practically screamed out their unwholesome intentions to anyone who dared to pick their eyes up from the ground.

The girl turned around to see the men behind her increase their pace to that of a sprint as they ran toward her. She widened her eyes and gasped as a fist swung haphazardly into her abdomen, partially winding her. The bulky man to whom the fist belonged pinned her roughly against the high stone-grey brick wall of the ally. The girl's breathing heightened as she looked into the lust-filled eyes of her captor. "What are you…?" she asked but was cut off.

"Wat sit look like, huh? Stupid bitch." The girl looked at the other two men in the ally. Both wore equal smirks. "Please, just let me go" she pleaded "I have somewhere I need to be."

"I'll till yoo where ya need ta be!" the man roared. "Yoo need ta be righ' 'ere wif me."

"No… really!" she pleaded. Her eyes closed tightly and she began to hyperventilate.

"Lookit dat" the man said to one of his friends "I fink she's scared. Go on cun', cry I' aw out." The girl's eye snapped open. "Go ahead. No-one's gonna help ya but yoo c'n scream n' cry all ya wan'." The man took one of his large hands and moved it downward. The girl followed it with her eyes and saw he had cupped his hand around a rather large bulge in the crotch of his pants. Her panic-stricken eyes widened in her horror.

"Please!" she cried "You… you don't want to do this!"

"Oh, yes I do" the thug replied. "You see, my regular slut wen' an' go' 'er 'ed blown off an' tha' was two weeks ago. You can see my problem, right? That's where you come in."

"No!" The thug smirked. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a large knife. He placed the cool metallic blade against the skin of her cheek.

"Yoo gunna do wat we say. Uvawise yoo gunna die. Get it?" Without further words the man violently pulled her from the wall and threw her to the ground before pulling her up by the hair.

The next sound to ring through the girl's ears was that of footsteps.

"What are you three doing, stop harassing that girl!"

"Nah" the thug replied without shifting his gaze from the girl before him.

"You, girl. What is your name?" The girl shifted her gaze and was just able to make out a fourth person between her and the city streets. He had short brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Wud you jus' fuck off already?!!" one of the thugs bellowed.

"Tell me your name" the new man repeated.

"R-r-rinoa!" she managed to spit out.

"And how old are you?"

"S-s-sixteen!"

"I see. Alright men" he addressed the thugs "My father is a very wealthy man and as a result, so am I."

"So wat?" the leader of the thugs retorted "I 'ate rich people now ge' ow' ov 'ere before I gu' ya."

"I'm afraid you misunderstand. I can make you gents very comfortable for a while. All I ask in return is that you let the girl go. Now, how much is it gonna take to resolve this matter?" One of the thugs had apparently had enough of this man and his wealth because he turned on him, producing a pistol.

"Fuck you!" he called out, holding the gun sideways and firing off the entire clip. Miraculously, a couple of shots actually hit home and the man went down.

"Some rescue" the girl thought inside her head.

"Now" the head thug commented "now that he's out of the way, where were we?" He paused for a moment as though he were actually thinking. "Ah, yes. He pulled the girl toward him and pushed her down, forcing her onto her knees. Then as if that weren't enough, he unzipped his pants and let out his bulging protrusion. He smirked and put his knife to the girl's throat. "I strongly suggest you open your mouth" he taunted.

Then, to everybody's surprise, instead of complying, the girl simply matched the wicked thug's smirk. "Why don't you get that thing out of my face before I have it removed?"

"Wat? Yoo in no position ta make threats, cun'! Don' yoo ge' it'? I'm gunna fuck yoo righ' in da face an' my frenz is gunna take yoo from bahin'. Den we all gonna take turns wit yoo till we can' go no more. Den yoos gunna die."

"Then why not simply kill me now?" the girl asked.

"Don' be stupid, we likes our prey ta squirm!" The girl sighed.

"So there's no way I can persuade you not to do this?"

"Not bloody likely!" The girl sighed once more and opened her mouth, closing her eyes as she did so. She could feel someone positioning themselves behind her.

The man pushed himself inside the hole in her face and the girl's lips closed around him.

"See, It's no' so hard. Yoo jus…" The thug broke of in mid sentence as the girl bit down hard. It was not enough to draw blood but it did hurt, exceedingly so.

The girl's chocolate eyes snapped open and her arm thrust forward, snatching the knife from the thug before her while his grip was lacking. She kicked out behind her and jumped away from the leader thug. The thug grabbed her tank-top to stop her but she simply allowed the fabric to slip over her arms and head and then, spinning with the knife she placed a deep cut in the man behind her with the blade of the knife, slashing him clean across the throat.

Blood sprayed from the man's throat as he died, showering the girl in his crimson life force. She looked over to the head thug and smirked at the man who could only glare at her. He stood facing this young woman without dignity, his aching manhood still hanging out of his fly for all to see. He let out a low growl and his face began to twitch in his rage. "Oy!" he called out to his one remaining friend. "Kill 'er!" he said.

The girl waited for the man to advance… nothing happened.

"I sed kill 'er!" He looked to his friend and saw him literally cowering in fear.

"N-no way" he replied, pointing to the girl with a single finger. "Sh-sh-she…" the girl threw her head back and laughed.

"What's wrong? You animals were so confident a while ago?" She looked back and forth between the two thugs. Without her tank-top she wore nothing more than a black miniskirt and a black lace bra. Her upper body was partially covered in blood and her right arm had some kind of strange number tattooed into it from the shoulder down. She noticed the coward pointing at the number on her arm. "Oh, you like that, do you?"

"Wat da fuck's wrong wit you?" the head thug asked "just kill da dam cun' den wen she's ded, we'll 'ave sum fun wit 'er." His cowering companion merely shook his head.

"No way, man. No fuckin' way! I'm not goin' anywhere near that monster! Look at her arm!" The head thug looked at the black number.

"So wat? Its jus' a tadoo!"

"Just a tattoo?" the girl asked. She even sounded offended. "Are you really that fucking stupid?!! This is no mere tattoo. It is my brand-mark. It identifies me as Inmate #3744/721/74A: Rinoa Heartily. I was given this mark when I entered the Desert District Institute. Even though I was only there for four years, it changed me. It destroyed my fucking life! I'll never go back, never.

"I don' care wat yoo call y'self!" the girl snorted.

"I'll enjoy this" she said. She sent a roundhouse kick to the thug's head and leapt toward the other one, the coward. Without warning she stabbed the cowering wretch in his gut and began pummelling his face with her fists. She violently kicked out at him with her knee, hitting the blade of the knife and forcing it deeper into his flesh. She pushed against it with all her weight, pinning the thug to the wall. She placed her hands on either side of his face and twisted it to one side, forcing it to turn until she heard the satisfyingly loud snap of his first vertebrate. Once the scum was dead she retrieved the knife and advanced on the one remaining thug.

He saw her coming and began cowering as his friend had done before him. "So you've figured it out." The girl taunted "You're going to die here and when you do, no-one will care. I've learned something about you, as well. You are all blundering cowards!"

"Wat da fuck are yoo?" Rinoa smirked.

"Don't you know?" she scorned "I'm the bitch who refused to submit. Anyway, didn't I tell you my name? No-one may address me by my name, however. You may call me only by the Alias: Raven.

"Raven… ya mean that assassin wat works for da Collarn family… no, yoo ded."

"Funny, I've never felt so alive. While it is true that the bastard Collarn betrayed me and left me to die, He did not succeed."

"No… don' kill me. Gimme a chance!"

"Begging for your life? Sorry, I forgive no-one… and besides, I already gave you a chance to live. You refused." Her face turned to one of pure rage. "You could have walked away and let me go… but no. You tried to fucking rape me!" She quickly approached him and kicked her leg strait up, hitting him right in the place where his two legs joined as one. Needless to say, it hurt like all of Holy Hell. He bent over in pain. "If that hurt you then I guess your not going to enjoy your final hours on this earth." The man almost died right there after hearing that little scrap of news.

"Ho-hours?"

"Yes. I think I deserve a little entertainment after this ordeal. I will kill you but first…" the sadistic girl approached one of the three corpses littering the alley… the would-be hero that tried to save her. "Let's see who this stupid prick is" she said to herself, searching the man's remains for a wallet. She looked at the man's driver's licence and noticed something that made her smile – for real, not just a cruel smirk at some asshole's expense.

This was the dead corpse of her target – Lionel Collarn. He was already dead.

"You saved me a lot of time, you lowlife shitmunch!" She aimed another kick at the thug's tender area before crouching down and wrapping her left hand around the protrusion that still happened to be hanging out of his pants. It hung limply but hardened almost instantly at her touch. "Do you remember?" she asked slyly "What I said I'd do if you didn't put this useless thing away?" The girl grinned in sadistic pleasure.

The thug noticed the evil look on her face, then the knife in her right hand. Then his eyes widened in horror as he realised her malicious intentions. "No" he begged. "No, no… dear Hyne No!"

Rinoa merely widened her vicious smile as she brought the blade closer to the bastard's manhood. "You may see this as cruel" she said "but if you really think about it, I'm doing a favour for women all around the world. Never again will innocent schoolgirls have to suffer the masculinity of their shadow. She brought the blade down to touch his skin. "This will hurt"she sneered. "Then again" she added as an afterthought "I'm sure those words have crossed your lips many times.

Deling City stood proud and tall in all its glory as the world's biggest cesspit. In the City of Sin, the agonised screams of the thug could be heard by the deafest of ears situated anywhere within the city. His voice travelled far and wide, through walls and buildings. The man's torment was made public through the pitch of his shrieks. Those who dwelt in the city had no idea what has happening but deep down they knew, a sinner was getting what he deserved.

By now I'm sure you've noticed that Rinoa is a lot more sadistic in this story and if you hate OOCness then maybe this isn't the thing for you but if you are willing to give me a go then I promise this will be… for lack of a better word – interesting. I have the next chapter planned out but have not yet begun writing it. I made these chapter lengths shorter to allow for faster update times so the next one should be up soon.

Preview

"We have located Fujin. She has been tracked down to a warehouse in Timber. I know this may be difficult for you but we need all traces of her and her old street gang wiped out. You are the best I have. Can I count on you?"

"Are you kidding? I thought this day would never come."