Holy geeze! I posted this one weak ago and it has over a hundred followers?!

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I'm glad people are interested in it! Hopefully it will live up to expectations. Well start with a flashback. This was one chapter split into two, so hopefully I'll have the second half up in a few days.

Let me know your thoughts!

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He awoke with a jolt, bolting upright but quickly crumpling to his knees. His body was screaming in agony and his right wing refused to fold inward. He attempted to move his left before realizing something was wrong. His weight wasn't distributed right. He wasn't supposed to be this light! The angel glanced around realizing he was in a room of some sort. It was sparsely furnished, a very odd looking bed and a dresser along opposing walls planted on a wooden floor. There were some boxes made of an odd brown material, rags made in the shapes of animals, an odd rabbit statue with a drape above it, and several tiny flat squares on the dresser. He quickly noticed a full body mirror near a black box in the corner of the room. He limped to it, trying to stand up straighter but his muscles kept locking up. Quickly he looked at himself, jaw going slack at seeing his broken form.

His golden hair hung loose, cascading past his shoulders in messy locks. His face was still burned and swollen, plus his chest and arms were covered in bandages. What scared him most were his wings, or 'wing' would be more appropriate. The left one was almost completely gone. The wingpit was still intact, but the feathers were missing and what remained was wrapped in bandages. The right wing was in better shape, though clearly broken and securely splinted. That's not even mentioning the colour change. The feathers were entirely wrong. His once pristine white wing was now a deep ebony, absorbing any light that touched it. He brushed his reflection shakily, not understanding how this happened. Why had this happened? This didn't make any sense! He shut his eyes and tried to focus his powers on healing, but the wounds refused to close. This was bad. He could normally heal injuries almost instantaneously. However, if they wouldn't heal at will then they were either inflicted by another angel or God themself. The thought made him shudder. Why would God have done this? Why would the other angels do this? What had he done to anger them?!

He clutched his head as a sharp pang sent him to the floor. He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember anything that happened! Why were his memories gone?! This wasn't possible! He was being bombarded with so many new senses and emotions. This wasn't normal for a being like him. A human yes, but an angel-

"Oh Oum you're awake!" A feminine voice said in relief. His gutt sank as realization set in. The angel was too vulnerable in this state. He couldn't let her approach him like this!

He gathered his remaining strength and used it to force her back. His pupils illuminated and the air around him became physically heavy. Despite the weight all the objects around him began levitating shakily. Somehow he managed to straighten his back in a threatening stance.

"Halt!" His voice boomed at triple the volume, sending her staggering backwards. She raised her arms defensively with a shrill scream. "Who are you? And what is the meaning of-"

A light appeared behind him and a blaring noise accompanied. He nearly toppled over in shock turning to see flashing images all over the once blank surface. With a cry he summoned a sword and launched it at the evil black box. It exploded in a fountain of glass sprinkling around the room. Satisfied he looked back to the human and she was staring back at him, only there was more then just fear in her expression.

"Gwen?!" This one was definitely male, and he rushed into the room with a weapon drawn. It was strange and metallic, like nothing he'd ever seen a human use before.

"I told you to explain yourself!" He shouted at Gwen directly. The male didn't approve, aiming the tube directly at him.

"If you don't stop this now I'll be forced to shoot!" The man yelled back.

"Nigel please!" Gwen forced the man to stand back. She offered her hands up placating and approached. "Please stop this. We found you almost dead in the woods the other day. You had fallen out of the sky." He… he fell from the sky? Why had he fallen? Was he cast out of heaven?!

"Please." He nearly jumped in shock. Despite the increased gravity she now only stood a few feet away. "We just want to help you. Will you let us?" The angel could feel his body starting to tremble. He didn't know. He didn't know anything and it terrified him. Angels were supposed to be knowledgeable, they were meant to relay information between heaven and the mortal realm. But right now he knew nothing. He felt as clueless as a human and it was torture. His magic began to ebb away and he soon found himself kneeling again. The woman was holding his torso gently while the man rushed to her side.

"What in Oum's name was that?" Nigel asked looking at the disturbed furniture.

"He's just confused and scared." Gwen smiled reassuringly. "There there, I promise everything will be okay." She cooed lightly, much like he'd seen human mothers do to their offspring. He couldn't deny that the contact was nice, like an anchor in a restless sea. He'd never experienced anything like this before.

Slowly he brought his arms up and gripped her lightly. He used the chance to judge both of their souls, observing the burning flames in their chests. The male had a mostly white soul with some darker black and grey impurities typical of human soldiers. This Gwen woman was different. Her soul was clean and pure burning for the most part, except for one solid black spark that flickered every now and then. That lines up with a great personal tragedy. The loss of a husband or child perhaps? It was hard to say. Regardless the likelihood of this woman trying to kill him was slim, and that was something he took comfort in. The man on the other hand was a different matter.

"Will you go back to bed please? You'll heal faster there." The angel didn't protest, letting the humans lead him back to the elevated cushion. No one said anything until he was seated, the woman now rushing off muttering something about food. He used the chance to look over the man, Nigel if he remembered correctly. He was tall, well over six feet. His hair was a dirty blonde colour with a few streaks of grey in his beard. All of it contrasted his stern sky blue eyes. He was aging but toned like a fighter. Who had this man served?

"Do you have a name son?" Nigel finally spoke getting uncomfortable with the angel's staring. He paused, inhaling deeply making sure he was at acceptable volumes.

"Lucifer."

"Can't say I've heard that name before." The older man mused. "Is it of faunus origin?"

"Faunus?" Lucifer asked perplexed. He hadn't heard that word before. Nigel scratched his head with a raised brow.

"You know, the people with animal traits like tails and ears. I figured you were one with the wings on your back." The angel shook his head. They sounded like some sort of demonic creatures to him. "So what are you then? I know for a fact the wings aren't fake."

"I'm an…. I'm…" He couldn't finish that sentence. He didn't want it to be true. The words already left a bitter taste behind, but it was hard denying it. His wings were black now and his halo missing, both clear signs that he's fallen from grace.

"You don't have to say if you don't want to." Nigel sighed. "Can you at least tell me where you're from?" He went quiet after that. Lucifer wasn't even sure what continent he was on, and he wasn't about to say heaven. These people also seemed more advanced than the ones he was familiar with, and probably better educated. He knew his personal appearance was better reflective of those in the northern pagan lands, but they were tribal and had no major cities. Come to think of it, this man had similar features as the northern barbarians too. It may be better to pick a southern area then.

"I'm from Bezek." He lied. Part of him wished his gift of tongues was gone, then he wouldn't be having this conversation. It was too late to play dumb about the language sadly.

"Bezek? I've never heard of it." Nigel scratched his chin suspiciously. "What major city is it closest to?"

"... it's around the Canaan area." He said hoping that would suffice. It didn't, and the man just seemed even more wary. Lucifer looked away from his harsh gaze hoping for the talk to end.

"Have you heard of angels before?" Lucifer looked at him wide eyed. "They are rather sparse in fairytales, but they're supposedly winged humans with great power. They even serve as messengers for the gods. Sound familiar?" He didn't respond, sighing quietly and looking towards the window. Had he really been discovered so quickly? Did the human not know how vulnerable he currently was? It would be easy to steal his feathers, or even his remaining wing, so what was the man waiting for?

Thankfully the woman finally stepped back in. Gwen was middle aged with some extra heft around her gutt. She also had blonde hair and bright blue eyes like her husband, but thankfully her's were far kinder. She handed him a bowl of soup and… a metal stick with a wide concave end. He'd never seen anything like it before. Was this some sort of human food? Did these humans eat metal?

"Don't be shy." She smiled. "You need to get your strength up." He nodded. Even if the angel didn't need to eat, and had never done so before actually, he could tell pushing it away would offend them. He stuck the alloy in his mouth and bit down. Lucifer chewed the flat end before swallowing, taking the remaining handle from his mouth.

"This is very good. Thank you." He bowed his head slightly, but the two humans only gawked at him.

"Did you just eat the spoon?" Nigel asked skeptically. Lucifer just furrowed his brow.

"Was this thing… not part of the meal?" He questioned. The two humans stood silently not sure what to do.

"Alright son." Nigel sighed. "We have a lot to talk about."

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Lucifer walked through the den running his hand along every book possible. He needed to learn as much as he could about this new realm, and absorbing the knowledge through touch was the fastest way. The words in every book scrolled through his mind and imbedded themselves to memory. Within a day he had made it through every book on the shelf, and he was rather happy with what he'd learned so far.

For one thing he wasn't on earth. This world was called Remnant, and the countries and people were vastly different from the ones he knew. Life expectancies were far longer, new incredible inventions abounded, and even the religions here were quite different. The same family structures and gender roles the humans he knew used no longer applied, and it was certainly a strange contrast. Sadly war and racism were still a problem, something he feared would follow humanity no matter what world he fell into.

He looked to the wall after scanning the last book, noticing several picture frames. He made his way over and examines them. One was a wedding photo of Gwen and Nigel, back when they were much younger. The second one was of all the children together. Lucifer had sporadically seen children of varying ages either passing him in the hall or trying to sneak a peek while he slept, but they'd always shied away before he could say anything. He recognised a couple in the photo, particularly the younger girls. There was one that stood out to him though. Seated between all the girls was a small boy, probably around three or four. He was blonde like the others but maintained an annoyed scowl. His hair was pulled into poorly done pigtails, and the sign in his hands read 'help.' The angel couldn't help but smile. They certainly seemed like a close knit family. He did hope to meet all of the children at some point.

"Find something you like?" Lucifer turned to see one of the older girls. She was in her early twenties, with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes that matched her parents.

"I was looking at the photographs." He responded. "I didn't realise there were so many people here."

"Yeah, it can be a bit rowdy, but for the most part we get along fine." She smiled before reaching her hand out. "My name's Scarlet by the way." Lucifer stared at her hand unsure what to do with it. "You should take my hand and shake it. It's a greeting." He fumbled quickly trying to take it in a firm hold, initially using the wrong arm. Scarlet just laughed and corrected him.

"Sorry." He smiled stiffly. The angel wasn't used to interacting this much with other beings in general. Apparently he was a very awkward in a real conversation. "My name is Lucifer."

"I know." She smiled. "You've been the talk of the house all week. My sisters have been really excited to meet you." Scarlet motioned over to the hallway where several younger girls were peering inside. They quickly scampered away when he looked over. The angel couldn't help but laugh. The purity in children's hearts and souls was something he rarely got to be around. It was always nice to see.

"What of the boy in the picture?" Lucifer asked. Scarlet quickly went quiet, her light air suddenly getting tense. She took a deep breath before speaking.

"His name was Jaune. He… died when he was eight." Lucifer glanced over while she sadly gazed at the family photo. "Four years ago he got separated from our family on a camping trip. An Ursa found him before dad could…" She was starting to tear up, the memory still very painful. Lucifer's eyes softened and he placed a hand firmly on her shoulder. The angel let energy radiate from his wings in a soft white light. It wouldn't stop the pain, but he's found it comforting to mortals in the past.

"I'm sorry." Lucifer said softly. "I didn't mean to cause you pain."

"It's alright. Just try not to mention it around my mother and father. I told you now so they don't have to." She forced a grin while wiping her last tear away. "That's a nice trick you have. What's the secret?" He flapped his wingpit, getting a small laugh from her.

"They move!" A young girl in a pink skirt was staring at the maimed appendages in wonder. "You really are an angel."

"A black sheep really." Lucifer corrected. "I don't hold that title any more." She looked at him rather confused, but perked up when he flapped his wingpit again.

"It looks funny." She giggled.

"Saphron!" Scarlet scolded. "You know better then to say things like that. Apologise."

"I'm sorry." She said clearly annoyed with her elder sister.

"She isn't wrong." He turned to look back at his bare wingpit, new quills already starting to grow through the dark skin. "It'll look better eventually."

"Can you actually fly?" Saphron questioned.

"When my wings are in good condition, I can do that and more." He smiled boastfully. She quickly turned to the doorframe and shouted.

"He said he can fly!"

"Yes!" A young teenager in a blue hoodie with her hair pulled back celebrated. "You owe me five bucks."

"I'll believe it when I see it." A second girl with a side ponytail walked away with her arms crossed.

They watched the three girls rush down the hallway and out of sight, leaving Lucifer and Scarlet alone once again.

"So." The woman finally started. "Would you like to meet the rest of the family?" Lucifer sighed happy for a new distraction.

"I would be honoured."