Author: Hello. This is my first Chrono Crusade fanfic that I've ever done; I see other ones get great recognition and I feel I want the same for, not just this one, but for all my fics. Like my idol, Stephen King, his respect as a writing was rising slowly... I feel mine is too. So, this will be dark, since I have expertise in angst, horror and suspense. And, if you people remember the anime, I'm sure it'll be easy for you guys to figure out. Please, enjoy reading it and don't be afraid to comment about whatever your heart tells you.

Azmaria Hendric walked through halls of the Magdalene Order, her thoughts still wondering on Rosette and Chrono; she missed them but knew they were at peace and knew they would watch over her. Looking at the clock's lifeless image brought memories of when her friends were alive, Satella as well… now even she had joined the Magdalene Order as a Militia, she had this thought in the back of her head that told her something was going to happen.

Things that we happening, not just in the city, but around the world meant that something was happening and she was certain it wouldn't be good. She sighed to herself as she continued to move through the halls and to the outside of the grounds to enjoy the fresh air. A few minutes had passed and she was called to Sister Kate's office with something she wanted to tell her, something about a sighting in the Vatican—Aion was supposedly spotted.

"Was it him?" asked the nun.

Sister Kate nodded, a stern look graved on her face. "From what Remington told me he saw him heading towards the Vatican in an attempt to do something but he wasn't quite sure. My theory would be he would assassinate the pope."

"And if that happens, what will the people do?"

Sister Kate set down her tea. "I don't know. If something happens in the city, I will send some of the Militia to Rome and confront him

"I'm going, too… I want him to understand what he did to other people and Rosette."

"No… I understand how you feel, Azmaria, but you need to not rush things when they come about. I think it's best if you get some rest until we can discover the rest of his plan. When we do, then you can go after him, but I can't have you risking your life when you've been through as much as it is."

Azmaria was seething on the inside but didn't show it. "Okay, thank you for telling me, Sister Kate."

She only nodded while watching her leave and praying that she doesn't do anything that would get her into trouble. Sure she was becoming like Rosette and learning about the different firearms and weapons the Elder made but that didn't mean she was strong enough to face Aion by herself and have the entire Order worry about her—they still saw her as someone who needed constant protection.

Looking out her window, Sister Kate looked up at the sky and prayed. "Please, Lord, keep her safe."

Night fell through the whole city as everybody was asleep, except one. Even though she knew that they were at peace, it didn't help her waking up in a cold sweat and crying in the middle of night for Sister Kate to console and comfort her. Azmaria tossed and turned as a familiar face appeared inside her inner conscious.

In the white void, Azmaria looked at the black shroud in front of her as it grew and grew till a blanket of fog surrounded her body and vision. You want to make Aion pay for what he did?

Azmaria knew what the voice was and tried to shut it out. "You're not real; you were taken away from me!"

When I was exorcised, I left a piece of myself behind in you and now seeing the predicament you're in, you're going to need my help.

"I don't want your help! Why should I when you tried to trap my mind?"

If you care about them, you would accept my offer, which you have no choice in the matter if you want to defeat Aion.

Azmaria sighed, "Alright…

Letting her body free, the black smog grew smaller and smaller till it shrunk small enough to encase her body as it filled inside her. On the outside, Azmaria tossed and screamed as the she fought against the pain. It was like she was being flattened by a giant compact crusher as she felt the pressure on her limbs and bones; her eyes shot open as her pupils turned dark, knowing the spirit was now a part of her.

Feeling she had control of her body as well as her mind, Azmaria got up out of bed, turned on her lights and looked at her self. In the mirror, she looked normal aside from the black color her pupils looked. "You know that everybody here is going to ask questions?" she said to the Mind Eater.

And that is why I'm prepared to do what I can.

Azmaria knew that with this thing inside of her, bonded to her, it would be something that can help her but also cause problems for the Magdalene Order. Sister Kate knew well about this spirit as well as Remington and would try to drive it out of her body, Azmaria knew this for sure but it said it wanted to help her. Things didn't make sense to her as she slept but when the next day dawned and Sister Kate had told her about where Aion was, she was ready.

The head sister noted the strange look in Azmaria's eyes. "You're eyes… they look different than before."

Azmaria sighed to herself. She noticed.

I'll take it from here.

Sister Kate's gaze was still on the nun as her facial expression changed to a blank look before her lips moved and she immediately recognized the voice. "I'm sure you remember me from when one of your own saved her from me?"

Sister Kate looked on in shock, "But Rosette dived into Azmaria and exorcised you from her body… why are you still alive?"

The being chuckled darkly, making it send a shiver down the woman's spine, "A piece of myself was left behind by me before I was drawn out of her body. Using that I'm still able to do what I want with her."

Sister Kate's face twisted into a look of rage. This thing was still alive even after they saved her from drawing it out? She would have to get rid of it again somehow and make sure it would stay gone for good. "I don't know how you managed to survive from Rosette diving into Azmaria and saving her but I won't have you hurt her again after she's been through so much already! I won't let this happen again!"

"Without me, she won't be much good by herself against Aion… besides, trusting me is something she has no choice about."

Sister Kate knew that this thing was trying to do something but she didn't want to press on the issue of what. Instead she went to her desk and watched as Azmaria had control of her body again; she was told that they found where Aion was located—this was her big moment.

"Thank you, Sister Kate," Azmaria said but got nothing from her; she just got up and looked out her window in silence. The nun didn't know what else to say hoping that she wouldn't upset her even more so she left. Getting her things ready, she knew she would finally get the chance to make Rosette and Chrono smile down at her from above.

Aion walked through the city of where he was at, knowing that everything he wanted to do was coming together, and things were making the next door open for a new age. He was in control, he was god and he could make the choices where the world could be altered in his own way. Still walking along the streets he heard a gun click and jumped out of the way as a few shots missed him. "You sick bastard!" Azmaria shouted at him she loaded up another magazine into the gun. "You'll die for everything, Aion!"

"My, my, Azmaria… you've changed so much it's quite a shock you used to be so different when you were a child."

"Shut UP! You took everything from me but now I can finally make you suffer like you made Rosette!"

"Come on my dear… some things can be accomplished by one person, namely me."

"I'll be the one to judge that!"

The two fought—Aion dodged her bullets and crucifix barriers while he tried to get a shot in but she, too, dodged his attacks like she knew what he was planning. This baffled him because he knew that the apostle wasn't this good when it came to defending herself but seeing her wearing a habit as well meant that she was now part of the Order—the Militia—seeing as she wore gloves as well.

I've never seen her have this much experience before. There is no way the Magdalene Order could have taught her to be this good, he thought to himself and he took damage from her gunfire. Though the fight was short, he was weak from the sacreds piercing his skin, leaving deep wounds on his body. Falling to one knee, Aion looked up at the girl, noticing her black eyes. "You've got excellent skills, Azmaria, but they're still not enough to finish me," Aion said.

"I intend to do just that," she said, loading another magazine into her gun.

"Even though to know me well, you don't know what else I can do." Aion's actions were quick as the nun didn't have time to act as a silver orb was tossed in her direction, hitting her body and engulfing both her and itself in a bright red light before flashing away from the spot she stood. Getting up, Aion clutched his wounds. "Don't worry, Azmaria… things will be different for you. But now, it's time you know how it feels to truly be alone."

Black Waltz: And there is my prologue for my story. If you're wondering about the title, I chose a certain song from one of my favorite bands because I thought it would sound interesting. Also, the inspiration for this story came from two favorite animations of mine, both of which are my favorite. Anyway, tell me what you think about it and leave me your criticism and comments because I have no experience in the fantasy genre.