Okay, this is my first attempt at a chaptered story. I could probably put it all in one REAAAALLY long chapter, but I want to know what you guys are thinking about this, so I'll just give you little snippets to comment on. So go ahead and comment. Please. COMMENT. o_o

Anyway, I've gotten really into Makai Ouji lately! (it. is. amazing.) However, since only 4 mangas have been published in Germany (which is where I live woopie doopie doo) yet, I don't have the greatest pool of knowledge... BUT I was wondering about Sytry's backstory, like why he fell from heaven and what his relationship with Solomon actually was (and whether it ever reached a yummi yummi sexual level ooops sorry my inner fangirl sometimes breaks out randomly). As you have probably already guessed, this will contain Solomon x Sytry in later chapters and the rating might go up.

So THIS is the first part of what my mind came up with! If I disrespected some facts which are already or will later be revealed in the actual story, I apologise. I suppose it would make this kind of AU-ish... I just think Sytry is absolutely adorable and a strong character (and gah if I was a hot guy and ever met him, I'd totally want to get in his pants pardon me) and he deserves lots of my thoughts invested in him. Here we go. Unbeta'd. Yeah.

Disclaimer: Makai Ouji: Devils and Realist with all it's loveable (and less loveable) characters is the property of Madoka Takadono and Utako Yukihiro. I obviously don't own any of that, and I don't make any money from this either. I use this story solely for my own entertainment and hopefully for that of a few others, too.

To Carry the Scent of Heaven

"Are you lonely?"

"…"

"Then, come with me."

"…Why do you, a mere human, carry the scent of Heaven?"

"Because I have met God. My beautiful fallen angel, Sytry... The blood of Gabriel flows in your veins. I shall make you one of my pillars."

It wasn't painful, becoming a demon. It wasn't even mentally exhausting compared to what his fall from heaven had been like.

He had always tried to be a good, obedient angel, never questioning his Lord or the Archangel Michael for that matter. But for centuries, he had been watching the humans fall victim to their own selfishness and cruelty, not once feeling like his guidance was appreciated. So eventually, he had started to despise them and their constant desire for things they didn't deserve. Against his angelic nature, Sytry had come to find humans repulsive in their characteristics. At first, he had questioned his authority to be an angel when he harboured no love for these creatures of God, but the more he had paid attention to their flaws, the less comfortable he had felt watching over them. Unwilling to sacrifice his existence for a selfish, ingrate species, he had decided to speak to God about his hatred for the human race. Back then, Sytry had been crying out that no, humans would never change and no, they could never truly find salvation if they kept on desiring like they were!

His worries, however, had only been met with indifference and a few words from Michael telling him: "Sytry, God knows the human race far better than you do. He is their creator, just as He is yours. You should be happy to guide them towards blessedness and aid your Lord by performing your duties. If God is convinced that humans can be saved, you must accept this truth."

Michael had looked so angelic yet alarmingly manic then that Sytry couldn't help but speak his mind. "But what if He is wrong? I cannot stand this any longer! I cannot stand their greediness and their desire for power, or for carnal gratification! They repulse me, Michael, and I am beginning to think that somewhere deep down, our Lord himself is repulsed by his creation. God's unwavering love for such flawed creatures is getting dangerous. I genuinely believe all humans are doomed, Michael!"

(Later, Sytry would often ask himself whether he had made the right choice at that moment, speaking his warning out loud, yet somehow he was never able to find a definite answer to this question. Solomon would only smile and stroke the scars where his wings had once been attached to his body.)

The sudden flash of light and pain that followed his speech had surely been unexpected. Sytry had never imagined Michael to be a likely supporter of his rebellious thoughts, but being attacked by the Archangel had been a far more brutal reaction than what Sytry had anticipated. Through the blinding white that had seemed to be surrounding him, he had been able to make out Michael's voice as clear and strong as ever, though having a newly found manic edge to it:

"You dare accusing your one and only God of feeling disgust towards the human race that he has created? You dare accusing your own creator, Sytry, His Omniscient Lordship, of misinterpreting human mannerisms?"

No, wait, this is not what I wanted to say!

Desperately trying to find his voice, Sytry had been unable to feel his body, unable to retort the words of justification that were burning on his tongue. Even concentrating all of his willpower on breaking the numbness that had settled over his senses, he hadn't been able to stop the agonising voice from intruding his mind.

"Who do you think you are, making these accusations based on nothing but your own foolish notions?! There is no place in Heaven for impurity, Sytry. I am bound to ban all traitors and sceptics who dare question the omnipotence of our Lord."

No… No, please!

"Hereby, you shall be expelled from Heaven-"

No! Stop, Michael, don't you understand I am only trying to warn you? I never-

"-and not ever be welcomed back! From this day on-"

God, why don't you listen? Your love for the human race is going to destroy you! Please…

"-I declare you to be a fallen angel!"

Instantly, a violent jolt had pulsed through his body and Sytry had felt himself being pulled up by an invisible force. He had seen Michael's face hovering above him, his expression contorted in disgust, right before feeling the push. It hadn't simply been a physical experience, but instead the push had seemed to envelop his whole being, body, mind, soul. Any connection he had ever felt to heaven had been torn apart at that exact same moment and the total lack of belonging that had come crashing down on Sytry's mind had felt excruciating. His lips had been opened in a silent cry as the shape of Michael's face had disappeared into deep darkness.

Suddenly, helplessly, Sytry had known he was falling.

TBC

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