Disclaimer: Me no own Drakengard. Me own a penny though.

Oh my .. it's been a long time since this was updated o.o weeeeeell. No time like the present.


He was human. The other thing was not. He knew it wasn't. He might have only been five years old, but he knew something not human when he saw it.

"Are you an angel?" He asked the red shape. And it huffed at him, seemingly insulted. "No. I am not. I am a dragon!"

He frowned, blue eyes darkening a little as dark brown eyebrows furrowed together. "But .. dagons gots no wings. Only angels have wings. Mommy says so." And as if to prove it, the little boy held up a toy dragon, it was a monsterous thing, only made to be vanquished by a valiant knight. "See?"

The dragon tilted her red head, stub horns barely protruding from her head as amber eyes looked at the toy. It did not look like her. And yet this boy said it was a dragon. And she scoffed, the red dragon openly laughed at the toy. And the boy frowned, "What are you?"

"I said-"

"You lie!" And he pointed at the toy, "That is a dagon! You aren't! Mommy never lies to me!"

The red dragon, who was only but a child herself, took these words in silently. Mothers never lied. Her own did not. So why would others? In this moment of youth, the red dragon, was stuck. And she gave into the childs reasoning.

"Yes, I am an angel."

The boy seemed to brighten up at the fact. "Whas your name?"

"I .. do not have a name."

The boy chewed on his lower lip, and then he remembered what a man had been called once, at a birthday party of his. But he didn't pronounce it quiet right. "Then your name is Angelus."

The red dragon watched as the young boy quickly headed for home, thoughts filling her mind. And maybe, she thought ... humans weren't all bad. Or stupid. Like her mother said. Maybe some were good…

For no dragon before her had ever been bestowed with a name. She would never, ever tell another soul.

With a wrench of somewhere near her heart, for some unknown reason, the dragon realised she had not learned of the boys name. But she would be forever greatfull.

The little boy on the other hand was telling his friend and little sister what had happened.

"I met an angel!" He exclaimed, waving a dragon toy about, wide eyed and looking like he had done the best thing ever. The red head sneered, and tried to look better. "Angels don't ex .. ex .. ex .. they not real!" Inuart cried out, pointing at Caim. Caim looked hurt, then angered, and he turned to his little sister. "You believe me, right sis? I met an angel! As pretty as you!"

Furiae nodded her head, blushing from what her brother said, for she would never believe such a thing, that she was as pretty as some angel. And then she looked up wide eyed at Caim, as if to ask if she could say it. And Caim puffed his little chest up, betting they would.