Disclaimers: I only own Dua. Troana belongs to herself.

Author's note: Well, at least a few people like it. Here's the second chapter.

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"Dua! Dua, please! Wake up!"

When I came to, I found myself looking up into the eyes of Krillin, his wings fluttering worriedly behind him. I could feel one of his arms around my shoulders as he held my head up.

"She's waking up!"

That voice came from Gohan, Troana's older brother. Troana is about the same age as me. Gohan is about 12 years old. It is a long story, considering Troana and I are about 16.

I saw a grateful smile come to Krillin's face. "You're doing it! Stay awake and you'll be alright!"

I could still feel the burning sensation from the wound, but it was not as intense as it was before I had passed out. I was so grateful to be alive, I didn't notice that the burn was slowly increasing in intensity.

Another face appeared above me, one with spiky black hair. I recognized the smiling face of Goku, Troana and Gohan's father. His eyes were filled with worry, but a reassuring smile played his features.

I knew at that moment that I would be all right. After my parents had been killed, he took me in. Goku was like a second father to me. I knew that I could trust him with my life and he would do everything in his power to keep it.

It was at that moment that I felt a fire consume me from the inside out.

All of a sudden I let loose another scream that shook the very gates. Krillin almost dropped me in surprise as my back arched as I felt the pain.

The pain! The unbearable pain! It was like a fire was once again slowly consuming my very body and soul with the hottest of flames!

I floated out of Krillin's arms against my own will. My friends stared up at me, shocked and horrified.

I screamed again as the wound in my stomach seemed to get bigger. But no blood came out. Instead, I felt the burning sensation starting at my feet, hands, and wings at the same time.

I controlled my composure long enough to stop screaming in agony and to observe what was happening to me.

My hands were slowly transforming. It started at my fingertips, then spread to my hands and then my arms. My hands were slowly turning clawed and dark brown. Down at my feet, my normally white dress was turning a shade of the darkest of black. The tip of my feathery white wings burst into flames. As the fire spread to the other feathers, it left behind dark brown leathery wings. A claw appeared at the joint of each wing. Flames of darkness were slowly consuming my halo.

My friends stood helpless as my transformation continued.

"No! She's turning into a Demon!" Krillin cried out in horror.

Pain and fire raced through every fiber of my being. A desperate and anguished scream escaped my lips.

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO BECOME A DEMON!"

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There was nothing that could be done.

When the transformation had finished, I fell heavily back to the ground. My friends couldn't move to help me, because they were terrified of what I had become.

I was banished from Heaven as a creature from neither Heaven nor Hell. Even though I was forced out of my home, I refused to join The Evil Prince and his Dark Kingdom.

I live now in a life neither black nor white. My dress has turned a shade of gray. My dark brown leathery wings remained, as did the gargoyle style arms and legs. But, a human head and torso remained. The human body was a trait only found in angels and the Evil Prince, who had inherited the trait from his father.

I still fight the Demons that try to invade Heaven. More than once I found myself fighting along side my friends.

But when the battles are over, they have to return to Heaven. And I am once again alone. I am cursed for the rest of eternity reliving the pain and anguish of the day I became caught between worlds.

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Author's note: Not exactly a happy ending, I know. I have a picture to this, but I might redraw it sometime.