That man, the one always in black, he was here with him. Next to him like
in all of his dreams before seeing him. His black, wistful hair fell onto
his face and his shoulders. The muscular yet slim body stood there with
grace as he out-stretched his dark wings. One hand pulled his hair back in
a tight ponytail, the other trailed to his pocket for some string to tie it
with. As he did this, another someone stood by, watching silently. This one
had hair like the sun, beautifully shining in the moonlight. His body was
lithe and small, finger frail and pale, his deep blue eyes glanced over the
other's body with interest. The wings on his back were as white as snow,
pure and wholesome, curled slightly in to keep from being noticed. But of
course, the little angel was noticed by the wandering red eyes, "Yes,
little one?"
The angel gave a squeak, noticing he was spotted behind the tree, "Um." the angel started off at first, then trailed into mumbling. This devil, with red eyes, didn't seem scary in any way at all, but kind and gentle, unlike most of their kind. He slowly moved to the angel and looked over him. The pure one, much smaller than the other, moved slightly away, quivering. "Is there something the matter? Does my form frighten you that much? Here, see, I'm not going to hurt you." A large hand moved from under the black, silken coat to the angel. He stared at it for some time, then interested, touched his hand. It felt normal. Like his, only a little rougher, but certainly not threatening. "It's not hot." "Of course it's not." "I always thought devil's hands would be hot, like the land they live in." "Well, whoever told you that was lying, most likely? We certainly do not live in a fire world. It's more cold, dark and damp. Shadows and evil lurk everywhere, searching silently for some human or fairies to corrupt."
The story sounded sad and dreary, and the angel's expressions showed he was concerned over it, "It doesn't sound like a very happy place." "It isn't." "Why do you live there, then?" "I. I don't really have a choice?" "Oh, I see." "And yourself?" "Hmm?" "What is it like in. in Heaven?" The angel smiled and sat on the warm, damp grass, followed by the devil, "It's a wonderful place, full with happy people. God lives there and protects us from evil and danger that tries to enter. His only wish it for everyone to be safe. ah, but Heaven. I wish you could go and see yourself; it is too difficult to explain. So radiant with joy." "It sounds like a place I would like to go to." The angel, startled, looked over at the devil, "But I thought devils didn't like those sort of places." "Almost all. Not me, though. I long to go away from it all." "If you have no choice on where you may go, why are you here? You must have a purpose, then, if you are here."
The devil looked down at the grass, and picked a shard, playing with it between his fingers, "I had no orders to go here. I came without the One's will and disobeyed his orders. this is the only place I thought I could come to." The angel's eyes softened slowly, "I see. how sad. I'm sorry you had to disobey your boss' orders to get away." "His orders are never good ones. I hated it how he loved to torture people and taunt them. I. I'm not like that." They sat in silence for a while, until the devil spoke up again, "Since we're being so friendly, what is your name?" "Eh? Oh, mine? I am Oniro. And yourself?" "I am Hiroki." The exchanged handshakes, "Nice to meet you!" "Right back at you." "So, do you like it here so far?" "Earth? Well, so far so good, I can say."
They were both silent for a long time, and after that time passed the devil looked kindly at the little one, placing his hand ontop of his head. "I think you and I will get along quite well." Oniro slightly blushed, smiling up at the larger and taller one, his face beaming, "I think so as well."
The angel gave a squeak, noticing he was spotted behind the tree, "Um." the angel started off at first, then trailed into mumbling. This devil, with red eyes, didn't seem scary in any way at all, but kind and gentle, unlike most of their kind. He slowly moved to the angel and looked over him. The pure one, much smaller than the other, moved slightly away, quivering. "Is there something the matter? Does my form frighten you that much? Here, see, I'm not going to hurt you." A large hand moved from under the black, silken coat to the angel. He stared at it for some time, then interested, touched his hand. It felt normal. Like his, only a little rougher, but certainly not threatening. "It's not hot." "Of course it's not." "I always thought devil's hands would be hot, like the land they live in." "Well, whoever told you that was lying, most likely? We certainly do not live in a fire world. It's more cold, dark and damp. Shadows and evil lurk everywhere, searching silently for some human or fairies to corrupt."
The story sounded sad and dreary, and the angel's expressions showed he was concerned over it, "It doesn't sound like a very happy place." "It isn't." "Why do you live there, then?" "I. I don't really have a choice?" "Oh, I see." "And yourself?" "Hmm?" "What is it like in. in Heaven?" The angel smiled and sat on the warm, damp grass, followed by the devil, "It's a wonderful place, full with happy people. God lives there and protects us from evil and danger that tries to enter. His only wish it for everyone to be safe. ah, but Heaven. I wish you could go and see yourself; it is too difficult to explain. So radiant with joy." "It sounds like a place I would like to go to." The angel, startled, looked over at the devil, "But I thought devils didn't like those sort of places." "Almost all. Not me, though. I long to go away from it all." "If you have no choice on where you may go, why are you here? You must have a purpose, then, if you are here."
The devil looked down at the grass, and picked a shard, playing with it between his fingers, "I had no orders to go here. I came without the One's will and disobeyed his orders. this is the only place I thought I could come to." The angel's eyes softened slowly, "I see. how sad. I'm sorry you had to disobey your boss' orders to get away." "His orders are never good ones. I hated it how he loved to torture people and taunt them. I. I'm not like that." They sat in silence for a while, until the devil spoke up again, "Since we're being so friendly, what is your name?" "Eh? Oh, mine? I am Oniro. And yourself?" "I am Hiroki." The exchanged handshakes, "Nice to meet you!" "Right back at you." "So, do you like it here so far?" "Earth? Well, so far so good, I can say."
They were both silent for a long time, and after that time passed the devil looked kindly at the little one, placing his hand ontop of his head. "I think you and I will get along quite well." Oniro slightly blushed, smiling up at the larger and taller one, his face beaming, "I think so as well."