So, this is my re-post. The plot isn't different, it's just more polished and I can see the words ahead of me.
That's all.
Warning: The summary says DARK PITxPIT and SLIM IkexPit, meaning that this has Ike as a distraction and an obstacle for Dark Pit. If you just saw 'IkexPit' and decided to read this, you will probably be disappointed.
(1)- Exomis is the tunic that Pit wears in the game
Kiss the Darkness.
Kir Sirin.
.1.
Fallen Angel
"You'll never amount to anything." A voice hissed behind Dark Pit's ear. "You might be our stupid Prince but you're nothing." He ripped more of Dark Pit's black wing backwards. "You have no heart. You're only essence made into a form by a stupid Harpy. Medusa, our blessed Queen of Darkness, should have killed you when Pit killed her. You're lucky she made Celeno give you a form." He ripped it harder, but Dark Pit bit through his bleeding lip to silence his screams. "It doesn't matter if Medusa favored you, named you Prince of the Underworld, or protected you. She's dead now." His voice dripped venom. "And you are a constant reminder of her demise. Everyone looks to you and sees only the murderer of our beloved Queen."
The horned monster gave one more sickening tug at Dark Pit's wings and left him on the cold floor; bleeding from his shoulder blades.
The broken angel could hear a scoff behind him.
"Your stupid feathers are stuck on me." He shook them off with a disgusted look on his putrid face. "Disgusting."
When Dark Pit could no longer hear his claws rake the cold, stone floor, he sat up on shaky arms.
His dark brown hair fell and matted to his sweat-drenched face. Blood flowed freely from his aching back and he almost shuttered as he felt his wing bend awkwardly back to its original position with a series of stomach-twisting cracks.
He huffed and tried to stand, but failed and fell back to the floor.
He took a moment to close his dark blue eyes and savor the cold stone calm his burning face.
He didn't scream.
He didn't give that monster what he wanted.
Dark Pit smiled. At least he came alone this time.
Usually it was a collective group that jumped him and tried to tear his wings off.
Always his wings.
Sometimes it would be his hair, his clothes, or even his fingers, but every time Dark Pit was surrounded by the living nightmares, they always took hold of his wings.
They were his greatest sign of what he could never be.
An angel.
"An angel…" Dark Pit whispered to the black stone. His thoughts turned to his other self.
His refection.
His original.
With the little strength he had, Dark Pit hoisted himself up on his knees, and then to his feet. He was already walking to the Sight Lake when that hideous monster jumped him, so he might as well get what he came for.
Dark Pit walked the few steps he had left and stumbled towards the small body of water before him.
A lake, heh, it's more of a pond. He scorned.
The Sight Lake was in the very back on the Underworld. Dark Pit took that as a gift and enjoyed the fact that no one wanted to make the hella long trip it took to get there.
Apparently, no one was worth that kind of work.
Except Pit.
Pit was worth everything.
The Sight Lake was the clearest body of water in the Underworld. You could almost see your reflection when you gazed at it. The water flowed slowly by and all it took was for someone to whisper the name of the person they wanted to see, and it showed it to them.
Dark Pit had spent all of his life watching his other.
He was the only angel in Angel Land that had brown hair and blue eyes. Mostly all of them had green hair and green eyes like their goddess Palutena. The only difference would be that some angels would have purple eyes along with their green hair, but never blue.
Dark Pit was amazed at how many times the Angel of Light was scorned for his looks. It almost disgusted him at how they treated the hero that saved their 'beloved goddess'.
But it really didn't.
It couldn't, because Dark Pit had no heart.
Medusa, during her battle with Pit, stole some of his essence, and out came Dark Pit, but he couldn't feel anything like his original.
He couldn't feel emotions. All he was was an empty shell with the face of another angel.
But that was going to change.
"I want to see Pit." Dark Pit whispered into his blurry reflection. The water stirred, as if it was alive, and suddenly a clear picture of a brunette angel appeared before dark blue eyes.
Dark Pit had developed a plan to become real.
To become the only Pit; not just a copy.
He was going to steal the real Pit's heart and take it for himself. Then he wouldn't be haunted at night by flashes of the real Pit's memory, or be taunted by being able to almost feel what Pit felt during those times when he cried out in the middle of the night.
No more.
Dark Pit would become the new Pit… A better Pit.
The one and only.
Dark Pit ignored the dull ache his wing was producing and almost smiled when he saw Pit cry out, "The fight is on!"
But there was nothing to smile at, because Dark Pit could never feel happy without a heart.
Pit was having a team fight with Ike against Link and Zelda. Dark Pit watched as Pit thrust his dual swords and threw Link off of the stage.
The dark angel stood up and watched the fight dissolve back into a fuzzy reflection.
"No more watching." Dark Pit started to walk out, despite his feet wanting to give out at any given second and his wings throbbing unbearably. "It's time for the real thing."
He quickly snatched some barley grass from a crack in the stone and stuffed it into his mouth. It wasn't a vibrant green color as it should be, but, then again, nothing was truly vibrant in the Underworld.
Dark Pit breathed in a sigh as he felt the nutrients melt in his mouth and tend to his fresh wounds. He broke into a light jog and headed for the gates.
It was time to finally meet his sunrise.
… And no longer just remain a silhouette.