Title: Innocence Lost
Author: Daisy
Fandom: Mad Max: Fury Road
Setting: Various
Pairing: Nux/Slit, Skinny/Morsov, Max/Blood Shed Ted,
Characters: Nux, Slit, Immortan Joe, Rictus Erectus, Scabrous Scrotus, Corpus Collosus, Max Rockatansky, Blood Shed Ted, Morsov, Skinny, Furiosa, The Dag, Capable, The Splendid Angharad, Toast the Knowing, Cheedo the Fragile
Genre: Romance/Angst/Horror/Hurt/Comfort/Friendship
Rating: M
Chapters: 1/?
Word Count: 857
Type of Work: Chapter Story
Status: Incomplete
Warnings: Fallen Angel!Slit, Top Nux, Bottom Slit, God!Immortan Joe, Human/Fallen Angel, AU - Angels and Demons, Religious Talk, Heterophobia,
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Summary: Slit couldn't go on; Mortals that were deemed unworthy of their world died, and went to his. Angels that were mediocre were cast to Earth forever.
AN: So this is sort of inspired by Gods and Monsters by Lana Del Rey. Found it on accident and it really fueled this. o.o So far, I'm not sure what's going on. xD Completely. Plot-wise. But we'll figure it out. xD Well, I will.
Chapter One: Living In The Garden Of Evil ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Everything crashed into him in that first harsh breath of molten air. Flashes of a life spent in the eye of a God that was vengeful and corrupt, urging his creations to sample sin so they would be denied his Glory, of loud music and screams of 'Immortan!' careened behind his eyelids. Everyone had wanted His attention, had begged for Him, pleaded to be in His good graces, but eventually, even the most faithful failed His tests and were cast away.
The crater he currently laid in, boneless though he could feel them growing, was barren of life, barren of His Gifts, the knife's-edge of a war-torn civilization. One didn't need to do more than breathe to know that the Earth was sour, here, that what kindness He had once shown his people was abandoned for those that could hold his favor, be it eternal or fleeting. Lungs burning with each new intake of breath, something his otherworldly body had never needed, he found the urge to move grow stronger even as it seemed impossible. New flesh was knitting into place, muscles and bone, blood being born to a creature whose need of it was more and more important.
Mourning the life he'd once had, free of pain and the suffering of humanity, the only movement he seemed capable of, aside from the grunting of panic deep within his throat, was the sudden snap of his eyelids that gave him vision. Smoke unfurled from tall skeletons of what had once been buildings that reached nearly to the skies, fire and ash waving anxiously through the night air, as though they were afraid to fully land. An odd sound twisted, gnarled and ghastly, as it wound closer to him, and he could hear muffled shouts of Men; how he'd loathed them, when he'd been caught under his Creator's hazy perfection. Now, he only hoped they wouldn't end his punishment so soon. Otherwise, he just might have to replay this lovely little game again.
"Oi, you think we should take him back?" A heavily accented voice question, and despite wanting to see who it was, the object of said conversation still couldn't rightly turn his head.
"Dunno. But I bet we could do something with him." This voice sounded quizzical, and soon a rather striking set of blue eyes appeared before the, rather naked, man laying in a crater of his own filth. "Holy shit, Morsov! He's still alive!"
"What? No way!" A second face popped into his line of sight, brow furrowed and expression disbelieving. "Shit. We better get him back, yeah? Organic's gonna have fun with this one."
Pain was nothing, something he could have thrived off of days ago, but this new, searing ache that burned within him was enough to have him giving a gargled cry of discomfort. The men who had hefted him up and were currently trying to drag his much heavier body towards the decrepit metal contraption they'd arrived on didn't seem to care much for his comfort, even as one brushed a hand over the bloody stump that had once been the beginning of a beautiful dark wing.
"You think he's what we waited for?" He heard the one, not Morsov, question in soft undertones, looking around the bulk of his chest at the other male.
"I think we won't get to find out if you don't stop fondling his… Weird back thingies." Ground out the other, "So mediocre, Nux."
Mediocre.
The word stung like none before it ever could have, and the instant he heard it, his entire body seized and with a frightening cry ripped from his ruined throat, the creature in their arms began to struggle.
"Nice job, Morsov! He didn't like you being a dick, either!" Was barely heard over his ferocious calls, his throat feeling like it might split were he to put any more power behind them. Finally managing to knock the pair back, throwing himself on the ground and skidding back, he didn't dare stop until he heard the loud, sudden crack of the gun leveled at his chest going off, a sharp ring in his ears as he stared up dumbly at the pair. Morsov held the gun, having let off a single bullet into the hot, cracked dirt a little to the left of the man on the ground.
"We're taking you back, and you're not going to fight us, got it?" Narrowed dark eyes and the obscene gesture of cocking the shotgun once more had the newly fallen young man nodding placatingly. This was not his world. He knew that there were many more ways to be mediocre here than there were up where he'd come from.
"Good. Nux, help me get him in the truck." Really, though, it was less of a truck and more a small car with a bed. A sudden movement of the lanky man's arm and there was something sharp in his neck. The muscular ex-angel faltered a moment, before the overwhelming nature of the drug given without so much as a hesitation overtook him and his vision swam before going black.
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