Hi, it's Leprechaun! (Obviously)

So, I have disappeared of the face of the earth when it comes to writing (not like most of you would have noticed. I am not very known-but I aim to be!)

This is an idea I conceived an hour ago while talking with my best friend. She liked the idea and the concept, and when written down, I hope you like it too!

One more quick note- if you have read either of my works, you will know that they are downers. I am aiming to make this one a hell of a lot more optimistic.

I hope you enjoy!

Prologue

Above the clouds, all was quiet. The powdery softness of these heavenly pillows was still, the peace undisturbed.

Not for long.

Soft young feet begin to race across the sky, stumbling from cloud to cloud, trying to escape those who gave chase. The voices of the holy ones, the strumming of the harps, the once beautiful song of the angels she used to call friends, now filled her with fear. It was the song of the hunt, the hunt for the escaped convict. The escaped convict just so happened to be herself.

Her blonde hair whipped and flew behind her as she ran, her pure white wings dragging across the sky. The moon shone down, illuminating her porcelain skin, making it glow. She used to love the effect- but right now, it just made her much easier to find.

A shout pierced her ears. "She's over there!" She glanced over her shoulder, her brown eyes sparkling in fear. All she could make out were wings, and locks of hair, in different vivid colours. Once gorgeous, now horrifying, now that she knew the true nature of those the mortals thought to be benevolent, godly, kind.She now knew better. She had discovered their deception, discovered how corrupt the kingdom of heaven truly was. And now, she was to pay for it.

She looked to the golden gates. She could do it! She was going to make it!

As the gates opened, she felt her very heartbeat. She could hear the breath of her pursuers, and knew that it would be close. As her bare toes crossed the threshold of heaven, she let loose a relieved sigh. She had done it. She was safe.

One of them made a grab for her hair, doomed to fail. As she fell towards the portal to hell, to the very place she was taught to fear, she smiled at the starry sky that she knew she would most likely never see again. Her world faded to black, as her eyes locked on the moon. For a moment, she felt warmth. As a servant of heaven, an immortal, she tended not to feel temperatures, just as she tended not to feel pain. It was strange, but... nice.

And for some reason, as she completed her journey to hell, she felt like she had come home.

Before she opened her eyes, she felt the strange sensation of being watched. She lifted her lids, and discovered why.

Two pairs of eyes, one red, one blue, stared at her unblinking. As her vision cleared and her fatigue faded away, she realized something.

She felt pain.

Apparently, she had been officially been labelled as a demon in the Angelic Records, even though she still had her wings. Demons were just as immortal as angels, but they were more related to humans. Therefore, they felt physical sensations more than angels could.

"How come she still has her wings, Gajeel? Juvia wants to know."

"I dunno, Juvia, and I honestly don't care." 'Gajeel', whom she assumed was male, as per his low timbre, sounded exactly as if he really could care less. As her vision became clearer, she noticed that 'Gajeel' was a reptilian looking demon, with leathery wings, metallic scales, and sharp teeth. She assumed that his tail would be similar, and concluded that he was one of the rumoured 'dragon demons' she heard tell of. They were legendary, and the angels hadn't been sure that they existed. Apparently, they did.

"Perhaps she simply grew her wings shortly after arrival? Julia knows it's happened before-"

"Yeah, and 'Juvia' also knows that the only demons with feathered, white wings never had their wings cut off in the first place." His growled voice was mocking. "C'mon Juvia, Levy says there's a book in Dracone she needs translated, and I'm gonna be late."

"Oh? Perhaps Juvia should handle this one on her own so Gajeel's date is not kept waiting." Her voice was teasing, and Lucy could see that 'Juvia' was a nymph demon, another rarity. Her locks were blue, and her wings were fluid and sparkling.

"Oi, that's a lot coming from you, Miss Stalker."

"Juvia is not-!"

"Shut yer trap, ya know it's true. Let's just get her to the old man so I don't have to deal with this anymore."

There was an exasperated, feminine sigh. "Fine. Oh, look! She is awake."

The man looked at her, and gave her an evil-looking smile. "Welcome to hell, Blondie."

She scolded, a new expression she was not used to. "It's Lucy."

He cackled. "Gihi! This one's got spunk. I'll call you Bunny Girl. Ya sure as hell look like one with yer nose all scrunched up."

She glared. "Shut up."

"Juvia would like to welcome you." Lucy looked to her. "And Juvia would also like to know- do you have a tail yet?"

Lucy sat up. "Well, let's find out, shall we?" She struggled to her feet- she was still unused to the sensation of aching- and attempted to look.

"You have got to be kidding me."

It was a cotton tail.

'Gajeel' cackled even louder. "That's even better!"

Lucy then uttered her first swear, fitting for such a momentous occasion.

"God damnit."