Hello! You'd be surprised at how many ideas are floating around my head, so here are one of them! I hope enjoy! There will be yaoi, so please consider that when you read.

This is an AU, and a world of where hybrids roam the earth existing with humans after humans who have hunted hybrids for sport for centuries, and they two species are still trying to coexist peacefully with the human world on one side of the portal and the human-hybrid world on the other.

There will be some mentions of my OCs, but it does revolves around Dynamis, an angel human hybrid. If you have ever read any of angel human hybrid stories, you might be bored of them, so please tell of you are getting bored of my hybrid stories.

Shameful blue eyes looked towards the ground, hands folded, tears brimming, hair somewhat messy, he sat there, lonely, in his room. His room had no furniture, no blankets, no bed, not even the lamps in the room had light bulbs. The sorry room had this musty, gloomy, air, maybe because of the lack of light, maybe because of how the person in the room felt, maybe because of the fact that only one person walked in the room's door after the house's construction.

Only he walked in the room after the construction of the room, no one else came in, no one. And that's how he liked it, empty. Hands on his lap, legs crossed, head tilted down, silent bottled in cries rebounding over and over again in his head.

Light purple eagle-like wings of his angel half of his DNA tucked themselves in behind his back wrapping around him. He looked at them in disgust, he hated them, he didn't like them, he didn't like any thing about him, no one knew how a compliment could do wonders on his distorted image of himself. He did feel the strain of isolation's grip.

No one there, he kind of liked his alone time, but he kind of preferred if someone could stand there in the room with him. He couldn't pinpoint the feeling, but he could tell a side-affect of the feeling probably arose from loneliness.

He felt lonely, dreary, like a sad part of town full of closed shops. The shut window had layers of hammered on wood, blinds, and blackout coverings that someone just taped, glued, and hammered all it on the dirty, dusty, broken glass and cracking plastered walls. It looked like no one cleaned the room for years.

He played around with his fingers, and a huge pile of neatly written papers stood in a ghostly cradle of shadows that existed in a corner. Blankets upon blankest of shadows dressed the room in dread. He hadn't washed his plain white t-shirt and light blue jeans for a few months.

A rag of a curtain blew out in the wind fluttering in the breeze's whisper, the whisper of sorrow, despair, forgotten joys, the forgotten laughter, the forgotten smiles, the forgotten love.

He forgot all about it. He didn't know what it felt like anymore. Screams taunting his ears cackled, fate's finger tracing its mark across his face, he could hear the scream, but he knew the screams didn't exist. His mind just tended to play tricks on him, it always did, the creeping feelings to pain crawling under his skin provoking the screams.

Tears slid down his face, droplets of water dripping down the shameful blue eyes. Shame, shame, shame, that's what he felt, shame, loads upon loads of shame there just to degrade him. The loose door opened creaking as if it would snap any second, and he gasped.

"Dynamis, time for school," a man with light lavender hair just like his son's only longer appeared on the other side of the door, he had blue twilight eyes just like his son's, light violet, feathered wings like his son's, he had the exact same skin tone as his son's, he looked pretty similar to his son, he just had more muscle mass than Dynamis.

Dynamis looked withered away, he looked like a bag of bones, a tired blob with bags under his eyes. Dynamis' father snarled dangerously, "Get your lazy butt up an go." He slammed the door closed, and Dynamis stood up, grabbed his brown passenger bag, and headed out the door to encounter the whirling lightning, thunder, and rain. He could hear his father's yells after him, "I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"

He cringed, Dynamis cringed every time he heard his father's voice, cringed every time he looked at himself, he looked so much like his father, he hated that, he didn't particularly hate his father, he couldn't find it in his weak heart to hate, it couldn't hold it, it couldn't hold it because all of that space for hate got taken up by hate for himself.

Pelting water, hissing weather, coyote's breath of the currant of air breathing down his neck, spine-tingling chills skipping through everywhere, its clouds for hair swaying innocently deadly.

The teen just didn't want to become a man like his father, because, well, his father... kind of... didn't treat him right... Dynamis had friends, plenty of them, but... well... his friends thought they knew him, but... they didn't. They didn't know about all the depressing thoughts that went through his head.

"Well..." Dynamis gave himself one of his quieted-voice-in-a-way-negative-style-pep-talks. "Here it goes... Dynamis, no one wants to see that miserable pouting face of your's! Move it and slap on a normal face!" Dynamis' tear-laden face got put on hold, and he forced on a regular, everyday-person-faint twinkle of a smile hugging his books and hesitantly walking in the school's doors.

Wings flapped, he lifted himself in the air zipping past the faces that gave him judgment, that glared at him, that repulsed at him flying through the architecturally designed ceiling allowing winged hybrids to fly indoors. A lilac blur wavered the air for a few seconds, and Dynamis gave his mighty wings an up and down movement.

Over the heads, into the halls, to the classroom he goes seeing the brewing storm thumping on the window. "Dynamis! Dynamis!" a certain redhead, golden-eyed, Pegasus-human hybrid swooped up to him. His bright, cheery, bubbly eyes hopped up to Dynamis.

"Hello Ginga," Dynamis gave a warm grin. He always grinned at his friends, he did that to not disappoint them, to not set them in a miserable mood, but honestly, he couldn't keep up this for much longer. He did this every day to please his friends, he had been for years now, but he didn't really know when this wall would crack, it probably would one day.

That day would come soon, very soon, but Dynamis didn't know that. He couldn't predict the exact future you know.

"Can you help me study for the math test?" Ginga dangled his body in midair hugging countless papers, notebooks, sticky-notes, pencils, and pens not including the twenty-kilogram backpack.

"Why did you wait until now to study?" Dynamis anime sweat-dropped. "The test is in ten minutes."

"Heh, heh," Ginga gave sheepish nervous laughter somehow scratching the back of his head without dropping his stuff shakily combing his fingers through his hair. "Um... yeah... I... forgotaboutthetest..." Ginga blurted out quickly. Dynamis put on an utterly unimpressed expression on his face.

"Meet me outside the classroom with all your math stuff," Dynamis streaked off to touch down in front of the door.

"Here!" Ginga reported at the site standing strait up on the ground with Dynamis giving a salute dropping down all his stuff making Dynamis sigh.

At the end of the school day:

"No!" Dynamis dropped the piece of paper labeled "Math Test" letting it flutter to the dulled tile floor. He dug his hands in his hair in panic, "No, no! This cannot happen! No!" Dynamis slid down the stained wall of the school burying his fingers around his head. "No... I'm dead meat..."

"Whoa! YES! I GOT A B+! Yes! I passed!" Ginga jumped up in the air for joy before looking up at a slumping Dynamis. "Dynamis? What's wrong? Did you fail?!" Ginga looked down at the floating paper of Dynamis' test labeled A- and 99/100 written on it with a big red pen.

"Oh, n-nothing..." Dynamis piped up. "I-I... thought I saw something..."

"Oh," the oblivious hybrid bounced away into a higher altitude to tickle the clouds while Dynamis curled himself in a ball crawling to the bathroom with his test staring at it.

The empty echoing bathroom reflected Dynamis' sobs as he lay there in an empty toilet stall with the door locked sobbing his eyes out wrapping his arms around his knees sitting there shaking long after the dismissal bell rang. Everyone already left the building, so no one could hear him.

"NO! I'M A FAILURE! I FAILED! MY FATHER WILL... WILL...!" Dynamis sniffled wetting the piece of paper in his hands. He didn't want to think about what his father would do. "Is he in a good mood?!" Dynamis crossed his fingers and prayed to the gods that his father wouldn't get angry, his father considered an A- as failing, especially in math and science.

After a solid ten minutes of whimpering and bawling until his eyes hurt, Dynamis wiped the snot and tears from his strained face standing up with great effort.

The anxiety provoking walk home fueled nervous energy, and Dynamis started twitching out of a panic attack, "I'm scared..." A faint knock clicked on the door, and Dynamis slowly opened up the entrance to his home. "F-father...?"

"What does this pathetic worm want?" Dynamis' father's husky voice sounded. Dynamis' father leaned against the wall with several beer bottles littering the ground as the adult smoked a cigarette huffing out a puff of dark grey, stinky, heavy smoke seaming form his lips. "You better have gotten an A+ on that test."

Dynamis held up the A- test, and Dynamis' father's eyes widened in anger pushing his son towards the floor. "Please don't..." Dynamis clasped his hands over his head lowering his body towards the floor saving the crying for later.

Three hours later:

Dynamis found himself in his room again with a black-eye, dozens of bruises and cuts, and more. He laid motionless on the light brown dirty carpet. Cuts on his wrists and stomach, bruises on his face, around his eyes, on his limbs, everywhere, blood pooling around him.

He made a wise decision to wait to bring down the sprinklers until now because he would've flooded the house or something, but still, it hurt, it really hurt. He rubbed his eyes in fear, in terror. This would happen several times a week ever since the age of five, and Dynamis is sixteen now, so the abuse went on for about even years so far, every since his father became an alcoholic, ever since his mother and father divorced.

His mother got his other two siblings before he even got a chance to meet them, and Dynamis' father got him. "Someone kill me..." Dynamis chocked back tears until he succumbed to sleep, he closed his eyes, and he never wanted to wake up again. But no matter how hard he wished, he still opened his eyes every time the sun rose.

The pitch-black space hushed him into dreams as he jolted his body up in the middle of the night after a loud clang sounded. The lightly glowing eyes snapped awake, and Dynamis sat up looking around the room. He knew who came, "R-Rago...? You there?"

"Right here," the powerful sounding words making Dynamis perk up instantly. A muscular set of arms wrapped around Dynamis' waist, and blood red eyes emitted a pleasant light radiating off it, a gentle smile on his lips. Jet-black hair flowed over Dynamis' shoulders as the person behind Dynamis let the aerated feathers and hair brush smoothly against his face.

The person who wrapped his arms around Dynamis' waist, apparently someone named Rago, turned Dynamis around taking Dynamis' hand gingerly kissing the back of it, "How are you my dear?"

"Why thank-you, I am good" Dynamis chuckled shyly looking away before a frown creased its way on Dynamis' face.

"Where did you get this?" Rago brushed away a stray hair from its owner's face revealing a scrape and a few bruises.

"It's nothing," Dynamis turned his body away in guilt not wanting anyone too worry for him. Leathery deep, dark purple wings with several small holes in them like a piece of paper in tiny punctures in it surrounded Dynamis' body in an array of warmth much more comfortable than the freezing room turning Dynamis snugly and cuddly.

"I don't even think we should even see each other..." Dynamis' words trailed off into nothingness as he leaned against Rago's chest, finally letting fresh warm liquid fall from his eyes. "I'm an angel-human hybrid... you're a demon-human hybrid... if they found out about us... you would get..."

Rago put his forefinger on Dynamis' lips, "I know. They would kill me and accuse me of mentally scarring you. You're worth the risk, you are." Rago gave Dynamis' mouth a surprising but wonderfully romantic kiss. The consequences of ANYONE discovering them together would only affect Rago due to old laws, but every single night he would come, and he would give Dynamis a loving visit.

"How did someone like you decide to be with someone as hideous as I?" Rago pecked Dynamis' neck, and Dynamis flushed red.

"Because you saved me just as my father was about to kill me and brought me back to your home. Then you loved me for the next three years. How did you fall for this?" Dynamis pointed to himself and stared playing with a long strand of Rago's hair. Anyone who touched Rago would've died by now. People knew Rago as ruthless, merciless, and most of all, loveless, but how did he love a natural enemy?

Angel-human and demon-human hybrids fought a one thousand year war, still hated each other, never officially agreed to a peace treaty, still hate each other, and these two somehow managed to fell in love.

"Because you're so sweet," Rago gave Dynamis' forehead a kiss to find the angel-human asleep already breathing deeply, and Rago chuckled stroking Dynamis' thick lavender mane.

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