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Beautiful, ethereal, divine, holy.
These are the words you could say that describe an angel, all positive words most would say. But when you picture a sacred being of God, what do you see?
A Blonde man with long hair and dove-like wings, and indifferent to all? Or for a more morbid interpretation, a circling ring with eyes and several pairs of winged appendages? Or do you see a little child, chubby and pink with innocence, with little halos and clouds?
Well in a stump in the woods, there sits your angel. He doesn’t have rings with eyes, fifty wings or even is a child.
No, it's a teenage boy. A teenage boy tanned with impurity, fanged teeth, unnatural pink hair and swirling yellow, amber eyes. You might think of this as a demon before an angel.
But alas, he has telltale signs of his origin. A bright halo, circles his head above him and white, untainted wings hug him. He is scared, alone in these woods. He is nothing without his God.
He will soon find purpose, hopefully. And maybe a platter of sugar.
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In the middle of the forest, you can hear two voices. Always ever present and unfaltering.
“Your ugly.”
“Am not! We literally almost look the same, so you don’t have the right to say that.”
“You’re literally just ugly, I was just born fabulous and handsome.”
Huffs and puffs of discontent escape the teen, or at least he resembles one. His yellow eyes full of sparkling joy resembling expensive champagne. Short, cropped pink hair with sun-kissed skin. He looks quite ordinary, but nonetheless it's the promise of serenity with the smile that holds simplicity that causes the allure of many.
But he is far from normal.
Beside him is a much taller man, with the same dashing and charming traits. But, instead of the softer, rounder and kinder looks, hes sharp and jagged. Cruel red pools of blood for eyes replace the life shining amber, and dull pink that resembles the color of a bruise fills his hair.
But even with these plain similarities you can clearly see how different they are, and how ethereal as well.
"Well, nonetheless I hate you!"
"You know angels aren't capable of hating people, Yuuji."
"Argh... Fine you know I could never hate you. I just don't like you as of the moment."
"Awww, is that cause I'm your only friend?"
"Shut!"
"Fine, but let me fluff and preen your wings."
As the angel unfolds his wings, white as a dove and as pure as the promises of a child. The angel laughs happily, as his friend for who knows how long plucks the stray feathers and tickles him.
He is unknowing of how long he has been here, the restraints of the bounds to him, and unknowing of the devil beside him.
And as the devil hugs his angel, he carefully brushes his hands through his hair, and glares at the White haired priest and his apprentices that have come to take his angel.