'Humans are odd,' Eren thought, gazing down upon them from the 4th floor balcony of a rather small skyscraper, 'So easily tempted. Fragile. So on and so forth...' The guardian angel sighed, 'That's why we have to protect them though, I suppose. From scum like-' he stopped, noticing a limping figure below him. Nobody else saw the figure. Nobody else realized what it was. Eren dropped down, his white boots making a loud clicking noise as he landed on the pavement. He stared deep into the demon's bloodshot eyes, stopping the raven-haired male in his tracks, 'From scum like that.'
"You. Demon." Eren hissed, watching as the demon stopped in his tracks and glared up at the guardian. His grey emotionless eyes bore into the vibrant green of Eren's, but for a second, the Angel could have sworn he saw a pang of fear rush through the demon's gaze. However, he couldn't let that sway him.
"Look here you damned son of a bitch. I will give you one chance to crawl back to hell right now, or, so help me," Eren began, pulling out a mighty blade from its sheathe, the silver shining brightly in the Earth's sunlight, "I will end you in this pathetic place."
The demon smirked slightly before falling to his knees, holding tightly onto his bloody side. The angel felt a pang of guilt pulse through his holy body, but he ignored it. 'I cannot feel sorry for this idiot,' the green-eyed angel assured himself, 'He's a demon and he deserves much worse than this.' He gripped the blade tighter as he watched the once powerful being cough up dark crimson blood all over the grey pavement of the sleeping city. Eren could only react with a disapproving glower.
At this, the raven haired demon made the risky decision to try and get away, and oh did it try. However, it wasn't so much succeeding at the task. He slowly rose from his scraped and bleeding knees, barely supporting his own weight with shaking legs. Eren could only watch in slight amusement as the demon stumbled his way through the empty sidewalks. It didn't take much for the blasphemous creature to fall to his knees, and plunge into unconsciousness.
'I could kill him here,' Jaeger thought, walking closer to the wounded creature, 'Put him down like a human's pet.' He circled the demon once or twice, noticing the amount of wounds it had.
The back of his black shirt was torn and ripped, blood seeping through the dark cloth from the gashes that laced his back. His large bat-like wings were in worse condition than his posterior, though. His right wing had snapped like a chopstick and the flesh of the other wing was torn and shredded, looking as if a cheese grater had run its metal claws through the black skin. Blood coated the wing with a disgusting shade of red.
The demon's fingers were bent and twisted in painful looking ways, as well. However, the ring finger of his left hand was in the worst condition. It had snapped so far back that the bone was even peeking out from under the pale skin.
The creature sported a pair of black pants, torn in multiple places so that they were actually more like shorts. Those, too, had been stained with blood. His torso was abnormally thin, as well, and the bottoms fit all too loosely around his waist.
Green eyes trailed down to the demon's short legs, noticing the scars and gashes that lay there. There were small tears on both his calf muscles and rough looking stitches were found all too tightly laced through metal rings that pierced and tugged at his flesh. On the beginning of his calf, right under his knee and at the end almost directly on the tendon at the back of his ankle there were deep incisions that had been loosely stitched. Eren could only wonder what any of this meant.
He was frightened to know what the demon had endured, but a part of him still thought that perhaps he deserved what he got. Though, if the back of this demon looked so bad, he was terrified to know what the front of his body looked like, regardless.
Slowly, the angel crouched down and gathered the demon in his arms, gently flipping him over. Blood seeped from the wound on his side. Sizeable gashes rested on the center of his pale stomach and large horizontal scars decorated the male's upper arms.
Gazing up to his face, Eren saw a long bleeding wound starting at the end of his nose to his chin that crossed over his lips towards the corner of his mouth. His cheeks and eyes looked sunken in, as if he hadn't eaten in months, which would only make sense, considering how his hip bones had been protruding before.
Eren could have ended him right here, put him out of his misery. But whatever small part of the angel was still human desperately wanted to help the wounded creature.
He stared at the demon in his arms for a moment, then sighed in frustration. "I don't know why I'm doing this, I really don't - you're a demon, I'm supposed to have killed you by now!" He scorned himself, opening his large, white wings, "But I am going to help you instead. Who knows, maybe you'll be different..." He frowned at the unconscious demon, walking forward with the creature in his arms and taking off.
-x-
Eren never wanted to be here. It wasn't his choice to fight this war. It wasn't his place to fight this war. It wasn't anybody's place. This was not how he wanted to spend his life. He wanted to be a doctor. He wanted to help heal the innocent- not the opposite. He never wanted to hurt people. It just wasn't his nature.
Eren had been stationed in a small town in the country of Vietnam. Dying children and wounded civilians covered the streets. There was so much blood. There was so much screaming. Cannons boomed in the distance and gunfire was all around him. Eren couldn't stand to see the poor civilians injured. So he did what he did best, he helped them.
He set up a small camp, with the intention of curing the injured and sick from either side. Word spread quickly and many people rushed over, pleading with him to patch them up. It made Eren happy to find that he could help people in a situation where they thought that all hope for them was lost. But even though Eren though it was a great idea, the people back at home didn't think so. They accused him of being a traitor. Of abandoning his post when he was needed there most. And when put on trial, the judge agreed.
Soon a verdict was reached.
Eren Jaeger was to be put to death.
If anything, Eren was more infuriated then afraid. Was helping people really a crime? Was caring for the ill and wounded such a terrible thing? Was helping people who were suffering so unspeakable that he deserved to die?
The time came where he was to die. All day before his execution came, he prayed. He prayed to God that he would go to heaven, that he would be able to help people in the afterlife.
His execution was by gunfire. He was tied to a wooden chair, blindfolded. He couldn't see the 16 men aiming their guns at the brunette. All he heard was 'FIRE!' And felt the pain of bullets rip through his body.
Do you know when they say 'Your life flashes before your eyes' when your life is up? It's true. Eren saw his life. He saw himself grow up, go to college, and getting drafted.
Light blinded his eyes. Eren looked up, seeing a large set of stairs in front of him. Being the confused person he was, Eren walked up those stairs.
He was greeted by a glowing figure. His body was tall, covered in a fine white robe. Behind the tall figure was a large golden gate.
"Eren Jaeger." The booming voice spoke, scaring the dead boy. The gates behind the figure opened. "You are dead. After you went against your own team to help the others in need, we have decided your fate." Eren tensed. The gates behind the figure opened, and the figure smiled. "Welcome to heaven, Eren."
-X-
Eren plopped the demon on the bed, grabbing a roll of bandages from the drawer beside him. The angel picked up some rubbing alcohol and a rag.
The guardian removed the demon's shirt and began his work on patching him up. He poured the alcohol on the rage and cleaned the wounds that covered the demon.
"Oh Lord, what happened to you?" He miles, running his pale hands over the large wounds. He could see faint burns on the demon's bare shoulders.
It took roughly two hours to bandage the demon. The wounds were so bad in some places, yet in some places they weren't even that bad.
Eren had left the room for a moment, only to get the wounded creature a glass of water. When he had come back, he saw the bandaged demon wake up with a gasp.
The angel grabbed his sword handle from his waist. Quietly, he took the sword out of his sheath and put it behind his back. He watched closely as the demon sat up and winched. The demon grabbed his side, lifting up his shirt, he watched the demon look at his blood soaked bandages, confused. Then suddenly, the demons head snapped to the side. Green met gray as the mortal enemies stared each other down. Horror flashed across the demon's once emotionless face, before returning back to normal. However, he couldn't hide the fear in his gray, tired eyes.
Eren stared at the demon in confusing, tilting his head at an angle. The angel cleared his throat before asking.
"What's your problem, demon." He spat. He watched as the demon swallowed hard, glancing at the white bedsheets. His lips parted as he was about to say something, but the words died in his throat.
The angel walked closer, watching the demon stiffen as the angelic creature came closer to him. His large sword dragged across the wooden floor.
-Of course it wasn't normal for a angel to be helping a demon. However, for the demon having this reaction, knowing what he was, was unheard of.-
Eren took a step.
"Where did you come come from?"
Another step
When did you arrive here?
Another step
"What happened to you?"
As he took a step, the angel watched the demon tense up more.
One more step
"How did you die?"
The angel stopped, his green eyes staring at the demon.
"Most importantly,"
The angel paused, leaning in close to the tense demon.
"Who even are you?"