DISCLAIMER ALERT: I do not owe DGM and all its lovely characters! Here, have a prologue!

You know the story of how God made the Earth and all its living creatures. You know how He made the trees and the animals, how he created mankind and the like. God was perfect unlike any other. He created creation in those 7 First Days and rested on the last day itself. The End.

What you don't know is the story after the story.

So, sit back while I tell you the story of how angels came to be. Of how angels and demons waged war against each other for centuries, neither side giving leeway to the other. A story of how angels were messengers of God, the perfect warriors dressed in gold and white. Of how angels came to live on Earth with the sole purpose to protect and guide His precious creations from the temptations of the devils.

Now, what happens when I tell you that angels are not all that they seem? What if I tell you that even angels can be tainted by the blood of evil? Or maybe about demons having a conscious that doesn't seem to be all that bad? What if I told you that angels are not as perfect as they seemed to be and that demons are as innocent as white lambs? What do you think? Would you believe me?

No? Well, that's alright if you don't believe me. Because not everyone knows the truth. Because not everybody knows the story behind the story.

It all starts here: the true story of angels and demons.

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Deep underground where the sun doesn't shine its bright rays, where flowers and grass fear to grow and the only sounds anyone could deign to hear is the occasional dripping of water. Here, where nobody but the brave could enter, was where the demons played their magic tricks. Scorched marks decorated the darkened walls and weapons of all kinds littered the hardened ground. A 'training ground', some people call that place. A 'sanctuary' by others. But by the only two people who now stood inside this wide area, it was regarded as the 'summoning sphere'.

A large section of the dirtied ground was cleared of its litter. In their place, there glowed an ominous circle of the purple kind. Strange, heretic markings danced around the forbidden circle, evil murmurings coming eerily from it. The mage responsible for this summoning circle mumbled underneath her breath, her usual gentle voice was replaced by the darker kind. Her fingers flitted around the bottles and ingredients that lay prostrate around her as her companion stood impatiently behind her as she conjured the summoning spell.

"Is it done yet, Lenalee?" called out her growling Demon Lord, his footsteps echoing the bleak chamber.

The mage only clicked her tongue in smite as she turned the page of her forbidden spell book, "be patient, Lavi. This spell is really intricate and I've never tried this before. Now shush or I'll turn you into a rabbit,"

This retort earned a childish whine from her fearless Demon Lord. She didn't blame him much. Contrary to popular belief, demons do not flourish in darkness all the time. Just like anybody else, too much time spent in the deep darkness can make even a Demon Lord edgy. It was true that darkness can mean power to demons. But it can also mean death if the demon lets his guard down and succumbs to the seducing bloodlust from within. The last thing a sane demon would do is allow his bloodlust take over and wreak havoc among the living, thus attracting unwanted attention.

Especially unwanted attention from the spiritual kind.

Nope, don't want that to happen! Lavi spat underneath his breath. He distracted himself by looking over Lenalee's rare potions that were taken from all over the world for this one complicated spell. The youngling wings of the fury bat, scaly lizards' tails from the Moonlight Savaran, the colour-changing scales of a hissing Amarun and the burnt fur from an Asena wolf. To begin with, all these pieces were already difficult to obtain. Coupled with the constant requirement to get the said pieces without alerting the very spiritual beings that guards and protects all of God's –Lavi cursed- creation, it was nigh impossible. It was a trying year, so Lavi was all ready to be cured.

Lenalee hit Lavi over the head, snapping him out of his musing. The Demon Lord growled threateningly instinctually, making the female demon bow her head in submission. With an accomplished look, she pointed to the round mark that settled at the edge of the magic circle, "put your blood here, Lavi. Then the summoning spell will call about the key item that will finally break your curse and rid us of your misery,"

"Aww, that's so sweet, Lenalee," Lavi mocked while rolling his one good eye. Without missing a beat, he sliced his finger and droplets of his black blood painted the circle. Lenalee's eyes glowed in rhythm with the magical circle as she casted the summoning spell with all the power of a dark mage,

"nekawa"

The magical circle glowed brightly, as if ignited by Lenalee's total command. The symbols screeched and jumped, making the ground below them shake and the walls rattle. The circle groaned as it worked its magic, the light becoming brighter and brighter every second like something was trapping it here.

But something snapped and the circle began to release blasting hot waves. Quickly, Lavi turned around to cover Lenalee with his body and wings. The circle screamed and Lavi wanted to dearly to cover his ears. Large rocks began to fall and crumble to the ground that shook ever more fiercely. The spell was going chaotic and there was nothing to do about it. We have to get out of here before we're buried alive! But Lavi's vision began to blur when something hit the back of his head, yet he didn't let Lenalee go in fear that she would be the one who got hurt. Lavi was more durable than the fragile demon, so he stayed his place till the tremors stilled.

"Lavi!" Lenalee whispered. Her wing fluttered softly at Lavi's gritting face. She peeked over his broad shoulder at her miscalculated spell. She felt Lavi groaned as he released his deathly hug on her, and she daintily picked her way around the rubble, "how can I get this wrong? I did everything to the letter! I even had the proper ingredients and the timing was just right. How can I-" Lenalee stopped as her eyes picked up something where her circle once stood. Something moving.

Lavi walked his way towards the standing Lenalee, rubbing his head but feeling no injuries, "It's alright, Lenalee. We can try it next time, or do another spell. It's not like you did something wrong,"

A human's moan came from the bundle of old clothes. Lavi stopped next to Lenalee, both demons watching with baited breath as the small human began to look around with confusion obvious in his face. Lenalee furrowed her eyebrows in distaste, "A human? So what? Should you eat the human? What do you think, Lavi?"

But as the human turned his head towards them, Lavi stiffened and his entire back straightened, his black wings flurried with aggressiveness. The smoggy smell of the area had turned into a sort of peppermint scent, obviously unnaturally released. He sensed the change in the air; once was stuffy and gloomy, now felt like the air was cleansed and cooled. Even the very atmosphere seemed to lightened up at the very presence of the single human, considering that they were still deep underground at their dungeon. He didn't hear Lenalee's worry. Instead, he trained his eye at the human and he growled loudly.

The summoned person had silvery hair that was covered with dust and ash from the rubble and was wearing the clothes that belonged to none other than the church. He had an intrinsic marking that Lavi has never seen before; an upside-down pentagram that ran across his left eye, its colour of fresh blood clearly seen even from where Lavi was standing. But what sealed the deal was the very voice of the 'human'.

"H-Hullo? Who are you?"

The voice were like little bells tinkling on afternoon days, the melodic music was fleeting and light as a baby bird tasting its first sense of freedom. It spoke of ancient power, but meticulously covered by the air of purity and innocence. It has the commanding tone of a father, but a soft caress of a mother. Lavi shivered coldly as he righted himself; it was the perfect voice for an-

"Angel… Lenalee, you summoned an angel,"

GREETINGS!

Hullo, I'm Kid Darkness, how are you? Yeah, I'm back from the dead, people! Again, I'm quite hesitant in starting a new story, so if you still want to read more, give me a hollar! I also have bad and good news (hehe)

Bad news: unlike my other stories, I'm writing this one while I'm the university. So my updates would be sporadic. But no worries, you know me: I aim no less than full satisfaction from you guys! ;)

Good news: This is gonna be one freaking long story! I'm thinking it's longer than my other stories, so you don't have to worry about the content muahahahahahaha

Yeap, that's all! Again, thank you for reading this and you complete me *insert heart shape* -Kid Darkness, over and out-