The Finn's feathered wings came to a halt as he landed at the edge of the forest, taking a breath. Once leaving Tino would have to fly, and keep flying until he found the next village. But the next village…It could end up not being of angels but of demons. With that he would certainly be sentenced to death. But he had to, to free himself of his "destiny".

Tino squinted to see further into the woods, the storm making it harder. He flapped his wings but found himself still on the ground. The Finn looked back at them and saw how soaked they were. His feathers looked to be 10 times smaller. He'd have to go by foot, shame…he might get his light blue dress dirty.

…

The Swede grumbled as the storm became worst, his leathery wings blocking off most the water. This had to be one of the many reasons he was glad to be a demon then a wimpy, stuck up, angel. If he had feathered wings he'd be down, frankly these woods were no place one wanted to walk in. It could end dangerously.

Berwald checked his sword, his father said to never leave the castle without it, so he never did.

The storm became stronger still, making it harder to see. The Swede was thankful for knowing this place like the back of his pale tan, slightly gray, hand. He was about to turn back when he heard a feminine scream in the distance.

Berwald quickly turned toward it went to it. What he saw was a person up to their chest in quick sand. The Swede landed behind him and examined him. He had feathery, light blond hair and very pale skin, no tint of gray. He looked at the person's hands that were raised above his head and saw no claws. The person whimpered, the Swede gave in and flew to be in front of him.

Berwald kneeled to be face to face with the other who gasped at the sight of the other, "H'j…"

The other gasped again, "H-Hei. I-I seem to be stuck."

The Swede's lip twitched up slightly to reveal his sharp teeth, "I see…Ya w'nt s'me h'lp th'n?" The other sunk in further and whimpered as he nodded. The demon flapped his wings and took the other's hand, lifting him slowly out of the quick sand, "Ya sh'lda b'en m're c'ref'l. Th'se woods 're d'ngr'us…"

"I-I see," Berwald placed the boy down, "Thank you…"

"Mh…Wh't h'pp'nd ta yer w'ngs? Th'y g't br'ken?"

The other shook his head, "O-On the contrary…I-I thought you c-could tell I am no demon…" Berwald raised an eyebrow. He took a shaky breath, "I'm no demon…" before another word was said he turned and ran, Berwald seeing the angel's wings, soaked. He quickly took flight and went to stop him.

…

Tino heard someone land behind him with a soft thud. He didn't dare turn his head to see who it was. It could be anyone, a demon, sentencing him to death, an angel, sending him back to the castle to become "queen". There was a long silence so the Finn figured that whoever it was either left or was laughing at him so he let out another scream.

But what happened made him gasp. A demon, obvious from his tinted gray skin and bat like wings, landed in front of him. Tino decided against screaming in horror, this may be his only chance of getting out of this mess, "H'j…"

…

Berwald finally caught up with the angel, "H'y! St'p a m'n'te!" He grabbed his wrist and landed, "I wun' t'rn ya 'n…" And this was true. He was always told that angels were horrible, hideous beings but this one was…cute…maybe if his dress and fair skin was covered in mud and sand he could be even…beautiful… "I j'st w'nna…t'lk"

The angel looked at him with a mortified expression, "Demons do not simply talk! They kill my people how can you be different!? You can't!"

"W'll I w's t'ld th't 'll 'ngels 'njoy s'nd'n' th'se st'rms 'n' m'k'n' m' people's l'ves a l'v'n' h'll fer j'st th' fun of see'n' us s'ffer…"

"But that is not true! We control nothing but our own lives!"

"'n' we 'nly k'll fer food…N'ver 'n 'ngel…'sides 'm s're ya'd t'ste n'sty," The demon grinned revealing his sharp teeth again. The angel's eyes flicked to the sword and then back to the demon's eyes, "I wun' t'ch it…J'st…" He sat on a rock, "t'lk w'th me…Wh't's yer n'me?"

The Finn looked him up and down before speaking, "Tino…Son of the king of angels…Now yours…"

"B'rw'ld…Son 'f th' k'ng 'f d'mons…Wh' d'd ya c'me here ta d'mon l'nd?"

"I was escaping…"

"'sc'p'n' wh't?"

"Becoming queen…Why are you in the woods during a storm?"

"Cl'r m' m'nd…" Tino looked over the Swede one last time before sitting on a different rock and continuing their small…chat.

A/N

Ok so this is a random story I thought of while drawing. But I guess it's going to be a little like Romeo and Juliet but without the death cause I hate killing characters xP