From: Aka Tenshi

*Flashback*
Aka-Kenshin was trying to make a name for himself back then. He had high potential but lacked the proper discipline of a skilled fighter. In fact, he was a pure danger to Heaven and Hell. No one dared to go near him. They were just that scared of him. That only made young Aka-Kenshin’s hate for Kami, Heaven, and the world even stronger. Until, a certain angel showed him otherwise.
He made her on an abandoned battle field. He had just wiped out an entire army with just one blow of fir power from his breath. The army wasn’t particularly evil. Aka-Kenshin just wanted to kill something just for fun. The young fallen angel looked around at the bloody carnage. He usually would be proud of his murderous work. But today, he was just plain bored with it. The whole idea of needless bloodshed seemed quite entertaining at the time. But now, it lost its appeal pretty quickly after the first two kills. Well, he killed until there was nothing but bloody ashes on the black heated ground. So now what?
Just then, Aka-Kenshin heard a soft and low moan from further down the hill. He rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Not another one!” he thought in boredom. “I thought I had killed all of them! *Sigh* Guess I’ll have to do one more senseless kill! Damn, I hate this.” The young fallen angel flew up to the blood red sky and flew down the dark hill. When Aka-Kenshin looked down, he saw a young woman in the remaining reeds. She was naked on her knees in the cold shallow water. Her slender body was perfect except for the minor burn scars and blood on her cool white flesh. Her long black hair served as a thin cloak to cover her small back. Her lightly ash-covered wings were a dead give-away that she wasn’t human at all. The woman seemed to be praying to something, what, it wasn’t clear. Curious, Aka-Kenshin drove sharp but slowly down to her. The woman didn’t seem to notice a thing at first. Aka-Kenshin looked closely at the woman. She was crying, but they weren’t ordinary tears. “Are those tears of… blood?” the young fallen angel thought in confusion. He stepped a little closer to make sure he wasn’t losing his mind. They were! The woman was crying tears of pure red blood! But that wasn’t the only strange thing about this mysterious woman. Aka-Kenshin froze dead in his tracks. He took a deep sniff. “Is that… wisteria I smell?” he thought in puzzlement. It stirred a deep sentimental feeling in his soul that he just couldn’t shake.
Suddenly, the enigmatic woman turned her head to face the young fallen angel. Streams of blood stained her pale white cheeks like red wine on a white silk tablecloth. Aka-Kenshin just couldn’t take her eyes off of her. He was like a moth drawn to the fire. At once, he began to feel dizzy. So many things were flashing off in his mind. It was all too fast to grasp onto. The young fallen angel was so weak he couldn’t even utter a word for help. The last thing he could remember was collapsing downwards to the ash-black grass below him.