A/N: Warning: This story will contain Shota non-con, abuse and possibly torture in later chapters. If these aren't things you enjoy reading then I highly suggest not to read. Also this story does contains Ocs BUT THEY ARE NOT PAIRED WITH ANYONE AND THEIR ONLY PURPOSE IS TO MOVE THE STORY ALONG! I SWEAR! I honestly don't even know if they are considered ocs since I honestly don't give a fuck about them. But like I said, the story doesn't even focus on them and if it does it's only to move the story. So please, give my sad little fic a chance :3

I own nothing but the story idea.


Pit walked out to the balcony from his room and looked up at the morning sky. The warm orange of the dawn mixed together with the fading blue of night in beautiful harmony. He watched as the centurions from the night-shift came flying in to rotate with the morning centurions. The young angel watched with heavy envy as their wings flapped from their helmets, allowing them to fly in the sky. How unfair it was that that the wings attached to their helmets let them fly but the ones on his own back could barely get 3 inches off the ground.

He sighed, returning to his room where he finished getting dressed for school. He slipped on his simple toga before strapping over his belt across his waist and finally the scandals that criss-crossed up to his knees. He looked at himself in the mirror before smiling to his reflection and nodded. He turned towards the door when he heard a knock.

"Time to wa-Oh! You're already awake." The goddess Palutena said, as she entered the young angel's room.

Pit brightened up at the sight of her and skipped happily towards her, embracing her with a hug. "Good morning Lady Palutena!"

Palutena laughed as she scooped up the little angel and nuzzled her cheeks against his. "Good morning Pit! You're up earlier today than yesterday."

"Yep! The earlier I wake up, the faster I can get to school! The faster I can get to school and learn, the sooner I will be able to fly!"

"It's nice to see you so eager to learn to fly but you have to learn more than just that to be an angel of light."

"I know that. I just want to be the best so I can be your champion. There's a lot of competition out there, lady Palutena."

"You already are my little champion, Pit."

"Not like that I mean, I want to earn my place as your actual champion and the captain of your guard, not just be one because you're my guardian."

Palutena pulled away and set the young angel down on the ground before kneeling down and meeting him at eye-level. She glanced down at his body and began examining until she found what she was looking for. Above the angel's navel, was a dark and nasty bruise the size of a fist. Palutena looked up at Pit, whom had turned his head away in shame. Palutena placed her hands on his shoulders but still the angel didn't look at her.

"Pit...you need to tell me when this happens, so I can do something about it."

"You can't though." Pit said as he finally met her sad green eyes. "If you do then it will only get worse for me."

"And if I don't, nothing is going to change. They can't keep bulling you because-"

"Please, Lady Palutena," He interrupted her. "don't"

"I can't allow this to keep happening to you Pit. This is my realm and I will not allow the other kids to be mean to you. What kind of goddess would I be if I just let them get away with hurting the angel I'm supposed to be guardian of?"

"I can handle it, really! I can!" He insisted. He just had to convince her to change her mind. "If I can't handle a few bullies then I can't handle becoming captain of the guard."

Palutena sighed in defeat, knowing that it was no use getting through to Pit when he was determined to overcome something. She placed her hand over his bruise, and used a bit of her power to heal up the wound. Pit winced at her touch but within a second there was no longer an injury.

Palutena met his blue eyes, and gave him a serious look. "I don't like you getting bullied and I think I should handle this, but I will let you do it if that is what you want. But please, Pit, you may be an angel but you are still only eleven years old. I will not let them get away with this if they end up breaking a bone of yours. I know you want to handle this alone but sometimes it doesn't hurt to have a little help."

Pit nodded in understanding. Palutena gave him a soft smile before placing her lips between the young angel's temples. "Let's go have some breakfast."