Wings of a demon

Wow, I know that I haven't updated in a long, long, LONG time...and I just thought that maybe I should get back into writing. So, if there are any of my old fans that gets a alert, THANK YOU FOR STILL KEEPING AN EYE ON ME EVEN WHEN I DIED!

Anyways, this is yet another shaman king one because...I think I can only write shaman king ones for some odd reason. But, besides that fact, I would like to say sorry for making Ren very out of character...he's going to get back into character, I hope, later on as the story progresses.

And one last comment, even though the story will have them, Horo and Ren, doing lots of stuff together, I just want this to be IMPLIED HoroxRen, not really the actual couple, but that may be hard for me to do. ENJOY!

P.S. I haven't written in a long time, so please give me some criticism as well. Thanks a bunchies!

Chapter one: Mind games

Just because you're born one way doesn't mean that we can't step over the boundaries and try something new. You were born to be you, writing your life, not living an already planned one.

It was about five months and a week, or so, that I last touched that angel's hands, a soft, smooth touch that'll never be erased from my memories. It was a sign from above, that one touch saved my life. It brought forth the me that I never knew existed.

"A you that will just go to waste," a deep, dark voice hissed at me, but I ignored it. "They already banished the angel, that poor thing…I'll bet it's all alone and lost in this beautifully tainted world," A slight smirk left his lips.

"I have no more business with you, Lucifer," I said with a stern voice as my red eyes gave the figure behind me an evil glare, "Don't you have enough minions to play with?"

"Not enough for my greed," came a quick reply. Then slowly his long, slender fingers wrapped themselves under my chin as his breathe blew gently at my open neck. "Did you forget that I made you? That I was the one who rose and cared for you when you were just a child."

"I didn't forget, trust me, I'll never forget," my teeth gritted together in anger as those torturing memories came back.

"My sign is imprinted on your heart, my little Horo. I control you therefore your mind, heart and soul is all mines. Now I order you to find and kill that angel for me." I felt the fire burning at the tip of his fingers as they left imprints on my neck when his hands roughly moved down.

"I will not follow your orders! I am free from your grasp now; you do not bind me with those invisible chains anymore!" I shouted, falling to me knees in defeat. I knew that no matter what, my body would follow his orders.

"Who are you screaming at, idiot?" A deep, gentle, yet annoyed voice questioned. My eyes immediately scanned the area around me, trying to find the owner of the voice. "Over here moron," the voice came again as I caught sight of a thin figure sitting on a bench under the shaded tree, even though it was late at night. "What do you think you're doing, shouting so loud this late at night?"

"Who…are you?" I questioned as I walked closer to him. His back was faced towards me as I saw his hand raise up to gesture me to sit next to him.

"My name's Ren," he said softly as I stood next to the bench he sat in. He glanced at me with those beautifully shaped and perfectly colored golden eyes. "Go ahead, sit down, I'm not gonna bite." He chuckled a little.

"Horo," I said shyly taking the seat next to him, leaving a small gap between us.

"Horo?" I heard him question as he looked me in the eyes.

"Yea, that's my name."

"I see, never asked for it though," he teased with another chuckle. "But it's a pleasure to meet you, Horo." He threw a part of his pure white blanket, which reflected a part of the moon's light, over me and scooted closer as he leaned his head against my arm.

"…" I looked at him confusingly, not a word was said as I heard his breathing slowly even out and slightly becoming louder. I couldn't believe that he was already asleep, how could he trust someone he just met? For all he knows, I could be a child molester or a pedophile. Slowly, I began feeling the sleep rush through me as well.

A lone demon walked the paths of the human world as the heaven continued to pour down tears, as if it were a sign that couldn't be read. His deep red colored eyes, which lusted with the thirst of blood, quickly gave the heavens a glare as the clouds parted and the sun shined through the small opening that the clouds made.

"That light that humans treasure so much," his black demon wings took him to the light that shined through the gray clouds, the ray of sun that shined through. "What's so-"

A pair of pale hands gently held onto the demon's. His red eyes widening as his breath left him. "I'll save you," was all the gently voice said.

"I want to be saved…" the demon said in a gently voice in reply to the angel's statement. The angel's grip tighten but the demon quickly pulled away his hands, roughly covering his ears from the thoughts that began to slip in. "Liar, I'll never be forgiven, you'll never let me in! Liar!"

"Liar…" I repeated to myself as my eyes slowly opened, after dreaming of the past. "Huh?" My eyes immediately shot open as I saw the human boy starring straight at me.

"Morning Horo, my sister dropped off some food awhile ago," he said softly and slowly, trying to make sure that Horo caught the words. I looked at the beautifully designed basket in his lap as the blanket slightly covered it. "I wanted to try and keep it warm because I hate eating cold food and you didn't seem to be getting up either."

"…your…sister?" I questioned as he handed me a loft of bread as he continued to dig into the basket full of food. From the looks of it, I thought that he was a homeless kid that didn't have anywhere to go.

"Yea, I'm living with her, it's just that her boyfriend came over yesterday and she wanted her privacy with him that night, so I thought that I should take a walk…and I ended up here." He finally looked up at me with those golden eyes again. "You didn't think I was homeless did you?"

"N-no…" I stuttered with an embarrassed look on my face. I quickly ate the bread that he handed to me even though I never get hungry anyways. "Wow, this is really good, it's been a long time since I had something that good," I said with my mouth full as little pieces of bread came flying out of my mouth.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" He gave me a scare less glare. "But thanks, I made it this morning when you were still sleeping. I just wanted to make sure that it was okay…" he said softly as he began digging into the basket again. "My mother taught me how to cook when I was only seven, too bad she's in China right now."

"Ren, was it?" I questioned as he quickly glanced up at me as if in shock. He gave me a small nod with a small, faint smile. "You must be a really early riser. Personally, I like night time better, the sun kind of annoys me," I said with a giggle.

"Because you can hide in the shadows?" He stated in a questioning way. "Maybe so you can hide your emotions when you commit a bad sin," his statements were very blunt and to the point.

"Well, that wasn't what I was getting at but…" I scratched the back of my head, "seems like you use to like the darkness a lot too."

"Nah, but want to come home with me? I already told my sister about you, but it's not like we're friends okay?" He questioned in a stern voice and I nodded back. "Good." I gave him a small smile as he led the way to a large mansion-like house.

"…" My jaws instantly dropped in aw. "Why did you have to sleep outside if you had this many rooms in your freaking house?!" I shouted. Sometimes I forget my manners, though it's not like I have any anyways.

"No need to shout, I'm right here idiot," he replied in a cold, cool tone. "Just come on in and stop starring at the outside, trust me, the inside is much better if you're already amazed. Come on, I'll give you a tour." His skinny, pale hands gently held onto mines as he dragged me inside. That touch and this feeling when our hands grasped onto each other, it felt so nice, so warm and so familiar.

"Hey, let go of my hand already," his voice rang into my ears as my thoughts rushed out of my mind and my cheeks began to grow a tint of pink.

"Sorry, I wasn't doing anything like that, I swear! I was just thinking about something!" I shouted, instantly letting go of his hand and scratching the back of my head out of embarrassment.

"Gross, I don't swing that way," was his simple reply as he turned around and wiped his hand on his pants, as if trying to get rid of my germs. There was no way this person was the angel I touched before, it might have felt the same but there was something important missing.

By nightfall he had only showed me three-fourths of the house since we took so many breaks in between. But finally, it was time to talk to him again, though I don't like our small talks anyways.

"He's a liar, you know that," his voice was cold as he sat on top of me. "He's only befriending you to break you in the end," he hissed as his face lowered to mines.

"You're the liar," I blankly stated in a emotionless tone. "Demons constantly lie; angels tell the truth and humans do both…they're unpredictable." I turned my gaze away, even though our lips were just centimeters apart. "I know how you deceive people, it doesn't work on me."

"Then what does work on you? When you actually see something happening, just like your wings? When you felt that touch of the angel and he said those sweet, innocent, trustful words to you?" His tongue licked my dry, parted lips.

"Trust is what works for me, and my wings are just one reason why I trust in Him. He was the one who let that graceful angel touch and save my soul." I harshly bit his tongue, tasting the great taste of blood that I wanted for so long.

"I can't believe he talks in his sleep," I heard a sleepy, yawning voice say as my door slid open and the weight on my chest vanished. Footsteps were heard as they stopped right next to my bed as I tightly shut my eyes.

"Blood…" I heard him say as he gently touched my lips, wiping away Lucifer's remaining blood. Before I could even respond to that, his tongue was in my mouth, exploring the inner me. Well, like all demons, I lusted for this but it soon ended when he pulled away.

"I wonder how he's bleeding, there's no cut on his lips or in his mouth," he questioned slowly, but shrugged it off. "What a weird guy, but he's cute too." He gave me a last kiss on the cheek but I wanted more, and when I want more, I'll get more.

"Ren…" I pretended to moan and he stopped to give me another glance. That was my chance as I pulled him into another deep, passionate and lustful kiss. He did manage to pull away as a slight blush crept across his face.

"What do you think you're doing idiot?!" He shouted pushing me away as one of his arm covered his lips, wiping away my saliva that was left on it.

"You can kiss me but I can't kiss you?" I questioned with an evil grin. That young, fragile human body was the perfect thing to please this lust that my body ached for. I crawled closer to him, hovering over him as he backed down to the ground. His beautiful golden eyes staying intact with my red ones.

The end to my very first fic after about a year...or more! Thanks to xImperfectlyX I started to write again...I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and leave suggestions on what you want to happen later on in the story. THANKS!