Lavi gets more than one surprise!

Who says miracles don't exist?


It was a beautiful morning; the sun was shining brightly on the cloudless blue sky while nature played with the rustling trees and blooming flowers burst its pretty petals across the green, carpeted grass. Lavi was enjoying his sleep on the softest bed he has ever slept on, his fingers running down smooth silk of the rarest kind. The soft wind licked his cheeks playfully as the sunbeams danced across his closed eye.

"Lavi?" A whisper tickled his ear, pulling the Demon Lord away from his well-deserved slumber. He grunted darkly as he buried his head deep into the fleecy pillow and pulled the velvet blanket higher onto his shoulders. He wanted to just sleep the years away as the singing of choirs echoed through the cosy air. Waaaaait… Singing? Lavi's fingers stopped their motions. Velvet blanket? Soft pillow?... I'm not in my castle, aren't I?!

Lavi shot up like a straightened arrow, narrowly hitting Komui in the head as his wings popped wide open. All around him, his clan members jumped for joy as their voices scaffolded above the other with unconcealed relief,

"You're alive!" Komui cheered, pulling out confetti from Satan-knows-where, joined by the celebrating Johnny and Reever.

Kanda stood beside a happy Lenalee, his face wore his infamous frown, "Hell, you stupid Usagi, don't make us worry!"

"We were so worried!" Both Krory and Miranda spoke soothingly.

"Oh, so you're finally awake!" A melodious tone that belonged to none other than Allen threw the merry room into silence.

Allen came walking in so smoothly that Lavi thought that Allen's feet weren't touching the ground. His perfect face showed signs of contentment as he carried a silver tray packed with food and drinks, completed with a thin vase filled with a single rose. What was most mesmerising were Allen's new wings; they were back to the usual white colour, but Lavi's keen eyesight can detect a tinge of golden by the edges as if the wings were hesitant to lose their new gold paint. The angel was wearing long, flowing church robes of white as he placed the tray on the bed with meticulous care. For some unknown reason, the angel's cold aura seemed to be heightened at the moment; the fresh peppermint smell coupled with a dash of mountain water was taking over the room's natural scent.

Komui teased the young angel, "Aww, Allen~ No breakfast in bed for us?"

Allen's smile was even more dazzling when the angel was fully recovered. Lavi almost felt blinded by the innocence that portrayed Saint Allen Walker. The angel's laugh was like the sound of silver bells tinkling in the midnight wind; light and pleasant to the ears, "There's food down at the kitchens. But you better hurry, Timothy's already down there!"

At the very mention of the word 'food', the Black Order clan ran out of the bedroom in record speed, leaving Lavi to inspect the bedroom with ease; he was in a luxurious four-poster bed, a bedside table on his left and a wooden cupboard on his right. There were glass doors leading to the wide balcony outside, where Lavi could see nothing but the church towers and high hills covered with nothing but greenery. Speaking of churches…

"How am I still here?" Lavi croaked his first words like he didn't say anything for days. Allen patiently gave the long glass of clear water to the coughing demon. Lavi waved his hands around as he stretched his black wings, "How am I still here, in a church, with my demon clan?"

Allen placed the food tray on Lavi's lap before answering delightfully while scratching his blushing cheeks, "Ah. I projected a spell over the whole Black Order clan; now you won't be affected by anything holy!"

"Why do that?" Lavi frowned, wary of the sudden spell that strangely had no strings attached, "Why allow us total freedom in your church? Aren't you afraid we'll do something demonic?"

Allen stiffened as he cast a glare at Lavi, gone was his angelic innocence as he stood up with a straightened back, "I'm not you, Lavi. At least I know that I can trust you,"

"You really shouldn't," Lavi retorted hotly under his breath, "I'm nothing but an immature, heartless Demon Lord with psycho issues,"

Allen nudged the tray of food closer to Lavi, his white wings fleeting over Lavi's own healed arms like flowing air as he said defiantly, "let me be the judge of that,"

Lavi ate his offered food in peaceful silence as Allen busied himself by arranging the clothes in the cupboard and putting the vase of rose onto the bedside table, giving the flower just enough sunlight to live by. The air here was a hundred times more breathable than Hell, most probably because that they were situated inside a church. Lavi felt the cool breeze of Allen's tender aura, and Lavi felt as if he was basking directly under euphoria. The angel's aura was absolutely tantalising to a demon's mind, and Lavi watched carefully as Allen pulled up his sleeves.

"You don't have your shackles," Lavi pointed out dumbly, finally realising the reason as to why Allen's aura was harder to resist than the usual.

Allen nodded curtly, not making eye contact with the Demon Lord on his bed, "the shackled were suffocating my powers. It'll take a while until it resides and balances itself out. I felt like a great burden was taken away from me when the shackles was gone,"

"You could've told me," Lavi chastised the frozen angel, "If I knew that the shackles were hindering you that much, I would have-"

"You could've what, Lavi? Take them out and let me roam free around your castle without any guarantee that I wouldn't run away?" Allen spoke with sharp ice in his musical voice.

The silence that followed after that was awkward, to say the least. Lavi grumbled miserably as he threw his handkerchief onto the now empty tray. Bloody angels and their bloody mood shifts. If that's the thanks I get for saving his ass, I should've left him for dead! But as soon as Lavi finished that awful thought, his hand acted and slapped him hard on the face. His very body and soul stopped short when Lavi thought about leaving the angel to the mercy of Malcolm, his demonic blood shivered with something similar to fear. Dammit, when did I grow a conscience?!

"Lavi? Are you alright?" The concerned voice of Allen pulled Lavi out of musing. The angel's face wore such a worried look that Lavi felt compelled to erase the negative expression through any means necessary. For Hell's sake, shut up! Lavi cursed, wondering whether this was Allen's innate power: to bend an enemy against his will by just looking at them. Lavi saw that Allen was still waiting for his answer, oblivious to his internal turmoil. Shit, say something. Anything! He's already mad at you, don't anger the angel any further, goshdammit!

"A-ah, I'm fine, Allen!" Lavi gave a heartening smile to a doubtful angel.

Allen's frown seemed to go deeper instead of lightening up, "I may not be able to tell lies, Lavi, but I know when I'm being lied at," here, Allen gave a defeated sigh as he gathered the tray and exited the room with a depressed demeanour, "I wish you would trust me,"

The closing of the bedroom door was soft sounded, but Lavi felt like it closed another hypothetical door between him and Allen. He rubbed his wild hair in frustration, finally giving up as he fell back onto the bed. What is going on with me…

Lavi was feeling bored as he passed yet another corridor that led to wherever it took him. He didn't want to stay inside the room any more, his black wings aching for a stretch and his body calling out for exercise.

The Church of Angels was beautiful in its own way; concrete walls covered with either brightly-coloured pennons or large portraits of religious stuff that Lavi didn't bother to know. Even the windows were stained glass; depicting shining angels or instruments that they normally used in masses. There was an open courtyard surrounding an ancient mustard tree located smack right in the middle of the building, making the church looking like a giant square donut.

"Huh, what's this?" Lavi's touring took him to a large hallway leading up to the grandest altar he has ever seen. Not that I've seen the inside of a functioning church before… The stained glass here was tinted dark blue all around, illuminating the hallowed hall with its serene settings. The reason as to why this special hall was different in terms of size and ambience from the many others that he had passed before was standing at the sides: there were huge marbled statues of angels!

Lavi looked around with awe as he walked down the red carpeted hall. There were probably about ten angel statues around here, and the hall had a split at the altar's side to show more of the spiritual beings. Lavi didn't recognise any of them as he slowly appreciated the magnificence of the sculptor's works of art. Most of these marbled statues were kneeling with their prayer hands close to their robed chest, some had angelic weapons in their armoured hands and some looked as if they were magically frozen when they were in the midst of dancing or speaking.

There was one who had an open book on his palm, the monocles stuck to his right eye as his wings were neatly folded at the back. Lavi thought that this angel looked like your everyday snobbish nobleman. Opposite the haughty-looking angel, there stood the statue of a perfect archer with her angelic wings in the act of opening up; armed with her taut bow and notched arrow, the hooded female looked as if she was about to release fury upon her enemies. Unlike the other angels, her statue was showing her side profile instead of the front. Lavi saw the ferocity etched into the statue, every sinuous muscle was carved to the very last one. No doubt about it; this angel's the most beautiful one of all.

"Wow…." Lavi whistled as he looked at the next statue.

This statue was… Magnificent, in Lavi's opinion. The short angel had his white wings opened up fully; the sculptor detailed every individual feather beautifully as if he was trying to make the wings themselves come to life. He had a long, white cloak on together with a white mask on his serious face; the eye mask was chiselled with sharp lines and a small crown in the middle. The angel was poised as if dealing the final strike against his opponent, his broadsword facing downwards as if going to be casted to those who would kneel before him. There was a painted black cross covering the entire surface of the weapon as a testament that the angel was in the service of his 'God'. The angel's unreadable, masked face only made the statue looked all the more mysterious and dangerous, but Lavi saw the unmistakable design of the red scar across the angel's left side. This here was the statue of the one and only Saint Allen Walker.

Suddenly, his demonic senses alerted him to make a jump quickly. Lavi veered to the left just in time to see a sleek sword burying itself into the tiled ground where he last stood. The sword vibrated with angelic energy as it returned to its owner. Lavi's wings sharpened as he saw an angel walking towards him with nothing but disgust in his eyes.

"Who let a demon in?" The angel summoned his armour and to Lavi's amazement, the angelic armour was in black instead of the usual white! The strange angel had a pressuring aura contrary to Allen's enlighten one although his wings were as white as purity itself. The angel smirked as he held his sword in a swinging motion, "Never mind; I'll just get rid of it,"

"Bring it!" Lavi was already itching for a fight. Taking out his hammer –but not his armour, since Allen might slaughter him for potential church damage-, Lavi rushed to attack the defending angel with a mighty downward smash.

The hammer made contact with a solid wing, making Lavi's weapon shake slightly. The angel sneered from behind his protection, before thrusting his sword to Lavi's exposed stomach.

"Woah!" Lavi twisted out of the way, gaining momentum and hitting the angel by his defenceless side. The angel smacked into the wall with a loud crash as Lavi tried to regain his footing.

"Hey!" His Black Order clan came running towards him, panic evident in their eyes. They released their own weapons and armour, taking up positions around their Demon Lord, "You alright?" Lenalee said without taking her eyes off of the angel.

"That's it," the angel growled with venom in his rich voice. His eyes were of bright yellow as his white wings curled angrily around his body like proper armour. The angel released his aura around the hall, heightening its massive pressure upon the demon clan that was powerful enough to get everyone down to their hands and knees except for Lavi himself. The angel shouted his promise, "I'm gonna exterminate all of you!"

A sharp hit on the head by a small knuckle knocked the angel out of his wrath instantly. Allen glared with his sparkling eyes as he scolded his fellow angel vehemently, "What do you think you're doing? Please keep in mind that you're in a church! Father'll get mad if you fight in here!"

"Allen," The new angel's temper disappeared as easily as flying butterflies. The angel's black armour dissipated into thin air as was his sword. His musical voice was baritone in tune, the seductive deepness that could make women fall for him instantly, "I miss you," The angel hugged Allen with a loving embrace.

"I… Miss you too," Allen returned the hug tightly, as if letting go would mean certain death to both angels. Their white wings curled around each other possessively, their feathers intertwining with each other as they wrap around the hugging duo. Allen took a deep breath as he revelled in the scent of family and love, stopping the hug to look at him in the eyes.

Lavi kept his hammer at the ready, still unsure about this new angel's presence. The two angels had some kind of silent communication through their eyes, their white wings fluttering against each other every once in a while as if making sure that the other was still there. Then, the newcomer growled bitterly at Allen's surprised face.

"Allen!" Lavi raced ahead with his hammer, seeing redness in his eye.

But Allen stopped his approach by standing in between both of them with hands a-waving, "No! Stop, Lavi! It's alright!"

"Lavi? That's his name? Lavi?" The noble angel chuckled in a teasing tone, allowing Allen to go to the demon's side.

Lavi reluctantly sheathed his hammer away as he waved his Black Order to stand down. Allen's face was apologetic, but Lavi shrugged it off effortless. As long he was assured by the knowledge that he had Allen safely by his side, he had no reason to attack the new angel. With a smirk that defined him as a Demon Lord, he sharpened his wings in a mocking show of dominance and introduced himself confidently with just a hint of cockiness that was his signature style, "I'm Demon Lord Lavi of the Black Order clan. Who're you?"

The nobleman angel looked smug with his muscular arms folded across his chest, the white button-up shirt doing nothing to cover up his broad chest. His white wings flared outwards in direct challenge to the demon as he spoke fluently in his strong yet melodic tone, "I am Saint Tyki Mikk- "then, he pointed with a gloved hand, "-And I'd like you to step away from my husband there,"


Woots, and here comes the awesome-filled angel Tyki, angel including big news! Looks like Lavi's going to be in a bit of a trouble, neh?

Alright, let's look at the Church of Angels, shall we? The Church of Angels have an interesting history behind it (too bad it's forgotten since decades ago...), or so the angels said. But what I know is that this church is the grandest church there is in the whole world. Granted, each angel has their own church scattered everywhere to better protect God's creations, but this main Church of Angels is their so-called headquarters. And as such, this new location is famous. No angel lives in this Church of Angels (One of the angels vouched that "although the Church is rich in divinity, it's also rich in politic schemes and over-dramatic Fathers that I can't stand!"), but there are laymen and the religious like to clean and look after it. It's also considered the biggest Church of all churches; with winding hallways hiding magical spells, a simple person can get lost in there.

This Church has masses everyday. You can hear its tower bells ringing from the tall bell towers and sometimes even choir people singing. Located smack right in the middle of the Church's architecture is the open courtyard, where Allen and the children enjoy playing there (and sometimes skipping out on lessons). Since angels commune best with nature, Allen loves spending his quiet time there. It's quite a normal thing to see an angel sleeping or meditating in that green courtyard. But the laymen knows better than to disturb a sleeping angel!

Besides the everyday blessed masses, the Church of Angels is the only church which has all the statues of the angels. They're the main attraction of normal humans since most of them rarely see a real angel up close. Sculptors and artists took great pains to paint/create statues of these angels (since Allen and the other angels have a natural aptitude against staying still for more than a minute!). But the final result is magnificent, as you can imagine. Normal humans believed that these statues are a direct link to each angel they portray (though Allen would deny it because "it's just a statue of myself! Why is it getting more attention than me myself?"), so they'd pray to the angels about their troubles and problems.

Well, I guess that's all the introduction I can give right now about the Church of Angels! I do hope you're enjoying this story as much as possible. I would love to hear from you, if you have the time! Have a wonderful day!