A/N: I don't know how did you find this but here I go.

I'm just kinda intrigued when I read a fanfiction from AO3 (it was called 'aucellus, my little fallen viator' by CicadaVortex if you're wondering) where Aether lost his wings (the ability that the Goddess who called herself "The Sustainer of Heavenly Principles" took from one of the twins from traveling between worlds.) but in their version instead of just losing that ability they really... lost it. Well anyways this will set somewhere before meeting Paimon.

I choose Aether here because he's the character I chose in the game not that I have any hate towards the other twin they're both great. It's just I'm way used to male characters rather than female ones (I always choose a male character in every game unless there's no other choice).

If you haven't played, watched, or read about it please do it first if you don't want to be spoiled about it. Well hopefully you'll enjoy it.

This fic is heavily inspired by CicadaVortex's fanfic 'aucellus, my little fallen viator.' Go read it, it's nice

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING

How many years has it been? 300? 500? He lost count of it not that would matter anyway. He felt old yet not where in reality he really is old for human standards yet many depicted him as a youngster. Some would even have the gall to say that he's a teenager, not even legal to drink wine. He wanted to laugh at it so badly but he decided to hold it back because even if he tells them that he's WAY OLDER than them they would just laugh at it thinking he's just making a joke. But that's not the point here.

The reason why he felt old is not because the longevity of his life span but because ever since he was separated from his only kin, his twin Lumine. The Goddess with a very-mouthful-self-proclaimed-title took her away from him, not even batting an eye as if this was just an everyday occurrence (maybe it was). After that, he lost his conscience and fell into a deep slumber for a while.

Soon, he slowly wakes up in a world he couldn't recognize. Before he could even digest that information, a searing white-hot pain suddenly spread out on almost his entire back mostly near his shoulder blades. He instinctively grasped to the source of the pain to soothe it (to which it did not work at all) but since it's on his back he wasn't able to with his hands feeling like they are made out of bricks. Since he can't do anything but lift his hands he just stayed down and do nothing until the pain lessens where he almost fell asleep but forced himself to stay awake. He did not notice that there was something amiss but we'll get to that later.

During that time he thought about the whereabouts of his sister and wondered about who's the goddess they fought. Why did the goddess attack them? Why take his sister away from him? What is she planning? Many questions come to his mind but have no answers to them. He wanted to lay down like this forever from the despair he's feeling right now from being separated. But somewhere in his mind keeps on reminding him that his sister is also worried and alone out there. With no friends or allies helping her. Out there in whatever dangerous environment she's in. Needing her brother. Needing Aether. Needing him.

With a new profound determination, he slowly rises up, pushing himself up while ignoring the pain on his back until he was kneeling with one leg on the front.

He didn't remember that just standing up was this hard before.

Mustering with all his strength he was able to stand up completely. His legs feel as if they were made of jelly making him wobble in his position. He's already tired just doing it with sweat starting to accumulate around his forehead.

You know when you're about fall to the ground you try to grab into something or just use all your muscle power to prevent it. Well for his case he does it with his wings. Sometimes if Aether has to balance himself he would summon his wings to aid him.

Well, that's the problem.

When he was about to fall on the ground he tried to summon his wings but they did not pop out like usual. At first, he was convinced that he was just tired but he remembered that even though he's very tired to the point of dropping to the ground he would still be able to pull it off. He tried it again this time but it failed again. Then it dawned at him.

His wings are gone.

His wings were taken by the goddess.

Something that is a part of him like a limb.

Was pulled out by her.

Gone, gone, gone, GONE-

Just gone. Just like that.

Reality seems to like playing with his poor heart and soul.

His eyes start to tear up as his legs gave up and fall on his rear. He starts hyperventilating as he pulled out his hair a bit. No matter who is there on the scene, no one heard anything on that day.

For the golden child screamed silently on that clear sunny day.

And that's for the first part... Woosh.

Hopefully I didn't bored you out of it.

If you still like it leave a comment, vote, or whatever I'll appreciate it (even if it's a negative one I'll take it as a criticism)

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