A/N: Hello to everyone that cares to read this.

This is my second Fanfic and because of that I'm not really sure how to writhe. I would really love if people could review and tell me what I should do different and how to improve.

Chapter 1: Lost

Damien silently followed his father over the earth of hell. They hadn't said a single word since Satan had dragged his son out without an explanation just a "Come here". It pissed Damien of that he hasn't been shared with the explanation, he was the anti-Christ for fuck sake shouldn't he be important enough to be told?

The demon that they were following was a low class and a small one compared to Damien, but yet he knew where they were heading. Maybe because he was the one to show them, but Damien didn't give a shit about that. Maybe Satan didn't know either. That thought shattered pretty fast, Satan knew everything that happened in his kingdom. Wasn't that creepy that he would know when you took a dump or when you brushed your teeth, not that the damned soul had time to do that.

The red earth slowly descended now and Satan's hooves tore the ground and made small stone roll down the hill with a small pitter-patter. Damien growled when his shoes stuck to the stone and made him almost sprain his feet.

Their journey seemed to have come to an end because the demon halted and pointed to the two to show them the reason they where here. Damien curiously watched the surrounding after any sign of anything suspicious but found none. This all seemed very pointless to him but his father stepped forward and went even farther down the hill.

The noirette looked after the demon that they had followed but saw that he had scurried away from the place, the long step it took and the scrunched shoulder made Damien confused. It almost looked scared.

He ran the last of the hill down so that he caught up with his father. He stopped where his father stood and looked down on the ground, because that felt like the right place to look. White feather covered the ground and a blanket of them covered the being under them. But Damien didn't have to see what was under the feathers to know what it was. He hadn't seen one before but the story's crowded the hell and he as the anti-Christ had learned to hate those beings. His father had never seemed to hold any grudge against them or hate them, which confused the younger demon. Shouldn't the king of demons resent them?

"Father what is an angel doing here?" he snarled at the red being.

He got no answer as his father kneeled down and stretched a hand towards it. Almost on a signal the angel pulled back and pressed the wings tighter around its body. Damien shouted when the movement was made but a single glance from his father made him regret it. The devil stretched out his hand once more and took the angel in his hand. Not a sound was made just a scared ruffling with the wings.

It was a small angel, Satan being able to pick it up with one hand and all. But his father was large so maybe that didn't count, but the angel was small compared to him to. He was eighteen years know and held a length of almost 6' feet and the angel seemed to be at least two heads shorter. When his father carefully pried the wings way he could take a look at it.

It was fairly feminine and had blonde hair that reached its shoulder but seemed to be his age beside his looks. The eyes held a sky blue colour that Damien had to admit was pretty but one of them was oddly dull. The body was slim and maybe a tad to small for being really healthy. The wings were over trice its own body size.

Damien knew that his father was inspecting it as much as he did in the same time but he didn't knew if his father looked at the same things. Then his father twirled around and started to make his way back to the castle, the angel still in his hand.

"Father what the fuck are you doing!" Damien shouted after him. The angel seemed to hold the same question but being to scared it held its mouth shout.

"Taking it back to the castle" first time he answered.

"Why, it's a fucking angel?"

"Damien stop using such crude language and yes it's an angel"
"What is it doing here" Damien held his tongue when the common used word fuck would had been input in the sentence.

"Sometimes they can't decide where to put a soul. Sometimes the soul does things that are considered a sin but for a good cause and then it becomes hard to decide if the soul is pure or tainted. They become something there between. Then they fall down to earth and sometimes even hell, where demons often kill them"
"Yes they do have a reason for that"
"Maybe they have but it's not our duty to punish a soul that doesn't belong here. We just have to wait until it can go back to heaven or the wings disappear" the devil sighted and looked down on the blond and then his son.

"To keep it from getting killed we keep it for now"

The angel looked doubtfully at the red devil, seeming to decide in its head if it should trust him or not. Damien looked at it, its face had a meek expression like it would have wanted to trust them but couldn't, afraid of being harmed. But Satan took no consideration from them and continued the path home.