Mathias looked around the little ghost town he had ended up in. He stretched out his demonic, bat like wings and then folded them back to where he liked them, at his side. They were blackened by the fires of Hell.
He had been giving a second chance at 'living', begged in fact. He was regretting it now. The sun was bright in his face.
He called out to it, "You're fucking fire! That's it! Hell is full of fire! It wasn't this fucking bright down there!"
He outstretched a wing to block the light from his face. He thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye and turned around. There wasn't anyone there, at least that of which he knew yet.
He turned back around and shut his eyes, wondering, "I'm starting to question exactly why I'm back on this damn planet..."
He went back to exploring this ghost town, hearing things behind him and ignoring it, for now. He sensed someone definitely following him, ducking behind buildings and the like to try and avoid being seen. He stopped and spoke to his follower.
"Someone's back there...aren't they?" He questioned, although it was actually more statement and he turned around towards a wall where he saw a hand disappear. His wings morphed into his back and he shook his head.
"So you caught me. Are you going to report me to the Police or something?" He said a smug tone in his voice. Now, he wasn't really expecting an answer, but instead, target practice from someone who was fleeing.
A small voice spoke, very tiny, but confident, "Nei."
Mathias chuckled, turning back around to face away from the wall, "Heh...so then you're just going to live with the fact that you've seen a man with wings?"
He didn't look back to see for a reaction.
There was a barely audible sigh, "You're not the only one with wings…"
Mathias was caught off-guarded with a slightly shocked "Hm?" as his only response.
When he received no response he chimed, "You better not just be some fucking kid playing a damn trick on me..."
The soft voice spoke up again, "I'm not."
Mathias smirked, "Good." after a small sigh he continued, "Then stop hiding."
Very slowly, hesitantly in fact, someone did step out. He had short light blonde hair and purple eyes with a pale complexion. That wasn't the most attention-drawing thing though. This man had what seemed like giant, roughed up crows' wings that started out white and faded to black. They barely missed dragging the ground and opened up all the way they had to had a wingspan of double the owner, probably around 10 feet 4 inches.
The person had a shy but bored expression on his face as Mathias spoke, smirking and crossing his arms, "Not really demonic enough to be from hell..."
A small sigh emitted from the person as he continued, "Well…"
The person returned to where he had been with a small "What?".
Mathias walked over to the person, chuckling, "Why do you keep hiding?"
The person had slipped quietly into a building and was hiding somewhere as Mathias stepped in.
"There's no use in hiding if I've already found you. If you can't hide from the Devil, you can't hide from his minions either," he informed his little hiding person.
From above there came a mocking, "Blah blah blah."
Mathias raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Dumbass…" He received a hiss in return.
"Well that's not very nice, now is it? You're an angel, aren't you? Shouldn't you be sweet and kind?" Mathias said with a grin.
"Fallen angel," the person informed him with another hiss.
Mathias sighed, "I'm sorry but I don't see the difference."
He received a glare from the person above him, who was looking down at him through a hole in the ceiling.
Mathias sighed, "Give me all the dirty looks you want; I still don't see the difference."
The person crossed his arms.
Mathias sighed again, "Someone's pouty."
He received a hiss and chuckled, "Well then. Now, considering I can't get up there, I'm going to have to get you down somehow."
There came a bored reply, almost as if the person was playing the world's most boring game, "Why exactly?"
Mathias smirked, "So that you don't feel superior." He snapped his fingers, lighting a small fire in the area where the person was, causing him to fall and face plant and giving Mathias a good chuckle.
"And so you fall," He said, receiving another hiss and chuckling.
The person stood up and tried to claw Mathias in the face, to which Mathias responded by stepping back, remarking sarcastically,"How frightening."
The person hissed and walked out, Mathias following like a lost puppy, stating, "Listen, I'm thinking you can help me with something..."
The person stopped only for a second to ask "Oh?" and then continued walking as Mathias kept following, closer now.
"I kinda was given a second chance at this...ya know, the whole living business. But, in order to not have to go back to the fiery depths of Hell, I gotta redeem myself...could ya help me?" He asked sounding more like a lost puppy now than before.
The person stopped again to ask "How?" and then kept walking, Mathias even closer now.
Mathias paused for a moment, "I…don't really know."
The person frowned and walked off, Mathias chasing after him with a "Hey wait up!"
The person responded "Nei" and ran off, causing Mathias to run after him and him to hide.
"Bah, you piece of shit!" Mathias yelled, flipping off the last seen area of his 'prey', causing the person to scoff and then smirk.
"Asshole," Mathias snarled.
From in front of him came an "Uh huh…" The guy was behind the wall directly in front of Mathias and so he snarled again.
"I can easily set you on fire if I wanted to. I think you should remember that," Mathias said with anger in his voice.
"Have fun with that then," came the indifferent reply as the person walked off.
Mathias sighed and followed him, to have the person and him end up in a slight glaring competition.
The person sighed, "Do you have difficulty leaving people alone?"