Blood Soaked Wings

Krad flies on wings of purest white. White is a symbol of purity, yet he is, to be blunt, evil. White wings are said to be dangerous to their host, yet white is often used in situations calling for peace.

My other flies on wings of midnight black. Black is the colour of shadows. It is also the colour of darkness. People jump at shadows, and young children tend to fear the dark, yet Dark is the good for Krad's evil.

My wings, however sprang from my back, dripping the crimson liquid that just happened to be the same colour as the soaking feathers surrounding me. My wings make me wonder if wings truly are a physical extension of the soul and, if they are, what part.

Disclamer: I don't own DNAngel.