Corruption of Angels
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A/N: woot my first AU!
Chapter one: Secrets of a Monastery
The cold chill of winter seeped its way through the stone walls of the grand monastery. The building is a castle like form with towers reaching for the heavens and windows made of stained glass. Each window is a master piece in itself, showing tales of demons and angels so long ago. Ideas for many that have been lost but not for those who dwell in these places. Or that is for most.
Wallace West, or Wally for those who know him better, has been living here for almost two years. Two years since he ran from his father finding a home here and training for priest. The life is solitary and gives little in the ways of interest or fun. And Wally's faith is not as strong as one on his path would be expected.
Wally sits outside the liberty in the court yard. Despite the cold there is no snow on the ground or in the air. A freezing wind whips his red hair about. His freckled cheeks are flushed red with the nip in the air. The teen lets out a sigh and looks to the great walls.
It has been some time since he has stepped outside them, long since the last spring. He has little connection to the world outside but still little for the world within.
"You seem troubled Brother Wallace," a calm voice questions from behind. Wally turns to see father Kaldur standing behind him. Wally gives a weak smile to one of his closest friends.
"You can really call me Wally," the red head says. Kaldur gives a knowing smile.
"Alright," he says. "What is troubling you Wally."
"I'm not really sure," Wally admits. "It just feels stuck, ya know? I don't really know where I'm going from here."
"Well there are places we all will go," Kaldur says. "Though I know that is not what we are speaking of now. But if it was possible where would you want to go? From this point where do you wish to be?"
"I don't know," Wally shrugs. "I just Want to feel like some of this real." He rubs the back of his neck.
"I want to know that this is real," he looks up at the sky as if a sign is going to drop on his head. Of course it doesn't because nothing is ever that simple, much to Wally's displeasure. Kaldur chuckles lightly and touches his shoulder.
"I am certain you will find what you are looking for."
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The tunnels are vast and cold and lifeless. They have been for years unknown to most members of the monetary above. To those who do know their uses are held in darkness as thick as their own walls.
M'gann wishes she did not know of this place. Someone like never wishes to know darkness though she herself was born into it. But this is the price she must pay. The abbot assures her safety as long as she serves him, in this dark place.
Her footsteps echo in the passages as she moves to the deepest center. She enters a large chamber with a bowled, high ceiling. The place is dimly lit with black candles and reeks of blood. On the farthest side of the chamber is a small figure, chained to the wall.
His body is on the floor, chained by the neck and wrist. His skin is pale and sickly and etched with scars. Soft silken black hair draped into his shining blue eyes, eyes that M'gann wishes she could see with Joy. Most noticeable though are the wings.
Despite what one would image the wings are not of white or black but brown, like a bird. The feathers that had once shined are now dirty and blood soaked. M'gann feels her heart clench every time she see him.
The girl crosses the room with a tray of food and a basin of water. She knees next to the figure and shifts his head onto her lap. The boy stirs.
"M-M'gann," his voice is rough but soft clearly not used enough.
"I'm here," she assures running her fingers threw his hair. "I brought you food, I really think I did better this time!" honestly the boy couldn't care less how the food tasted because its food and he gets little of it.
M'gann takes a cloth and dips it in basin and starts to wipe blood, sweat and dirt from the boy's body, careful of his wounds. The boy relaxes slightly into the touch. She is the only one he has to trust, the only one who shows him any kindness.
After M'gann has done what she can for cleaning the boy she helps him sit up enough to eat. She knows well enough that he can eat little because his body isn't accustomed to it. After he has eaten what he can the boy rests his head on M'gann's shoulder while she hums. She does this until he falls asleep. With a reluctant heart she leaves him in the darkness whishing she could save him. But how can she? She can't even save herself.