A/N: Written for:
Diversity Writing Challenge, a62 – write a third person POV fic
Ultimate Sleuth Challenge, Ch2 – Event 6 – write a legend
Imperfect Grey
side-story
Prelude to the Tale of a Fallen Angel
Lucemon always had white wings. He didn't, however, always have black.
It wasn't quite the same story as the Ofanimon that fell from grace, whose holy power became so potent a poison, the resulting demon lady could never touch a thing aside from her sodden robes again without cursing them. But the Ofanimon changed so drastically that few could recognise her as one. Her name, her appearance, her demeanour – all a sudden transformation that no-one really understood and few believed to exist.
But those who crossed paths with Lilithmon, if they survived, would never forget.
But for Lucemon, it was a different tale. Lucemon did not fall from grace, for one, but jumped off the battlement himself. It was he who announced his displeasure and not God, and so he kept his pure white wings, or half of them. It did not change God's displeasure in him. But his own conviction was enough to save him, or half of him. White wings. Still a holy ring on one arm. Still holy powers through one hand, though with the other he had only a twisted darkness at his call instead. Half and half: his displeasure with the world, and the world's displeasure in him.
If there was a middle ground between angels and demons, then he was that middle ground. He was a fallen angel.