The moon is so very beautiful
Yet untouchable to all
Allen's face turned beat red as he went in front of the stunned demons and proclaimed, "Don't listen to him! Tyki's just playing around!"
A sudden swoop of white wings enveloped Allen, strong hands crossing over his slim waist as Tyki mumbled sweetly, "But little shounen, angels never lie~"
Needless to say, Allen's powers were no longer restrained as he gave a whooping punch to the back, hitting Tyki soundly in the stomach and made him fall on the ground while groaning in pain.
"Allen, you're married?" Komui's face expressed both the strange mixture of amusement and shock, his wings fluffed up at the concept of angels getting married.
The angel in question sighed as he rolled his shoulders, "We are… Basically brethren to other angels. We can be siblings, we can be lovers, and we can be enemies. We're not married in the human sense, but we're joined deeper than matrimony. We're angels," Allen emphasised as if the very word was the only explanation everyone needed to hear.
"I don't trust him, Allen," Lavi growled, his wings touching the tips of Allen's white ones in agitation.
"Well, the feeling's mutual, demon," Tyki retorted from the ground, "I wouldn't trust you even if you said you converted to a religious life!"
"I trust Lavi, Tyki," Allen spoke bravely, looking at his brethren in the eyes and making silent communication again.
Finally, Tyki got up with a defeated sigh and spoke with his hands up in exasperation, "Fine! Fine, whatever! But you're going be the one who has to explain to everyone else!" Tyki chastised the smaller angel as he summoned his lighter black armour, "If even I can feel the seal break from my own church, I bet the others can too… No doubt about it; they'll be coming, Allen,"
"Hey!" Lavi spoke out, putting an end to the two-way conversation that was held much closer to each other than Lavi would like, "how is your armour black? I thought you guys only wear white?"
Allen and Tyki looked at the jet-black armour like it was the first time they also realised the same thing. Then, Allen pointed out like it was as simple as a blooming flower on a hot day, "Because Tyki is an equites iudicium,"
Lavi gave up trying to understand the very fabrics of the angel's Latin language, "what?" he said eloquently.
Allen showed them the giant hall that they were in, emphasising on the statues of angels that stood on each side of the reverent room, "On one side, you have the sanctis seruatoribus or the Holy Guardians. And on the opposite side, there are the equites iudicium or better known as the Judgement Knights. Tyki is one of those Judgement Knight angels, so his armour is black in colour instead,"
Lavi observed that the Holy Guardian statues were more outgoing and friendly, their weaponless hands outstretched and their faces frozen with an open expression as if welcoming all those who pleaded for their assistance. Although they were only handful of Holy Guardians that held sleek weapons, they couldn't possibly hold a candle against the ferocious-looking Judgement Knights who were more into the fighting positions and serious glares instead of the come-hither smiles. As a fighter himself, Lavi could see himself easily respecting the Judgement Knights as one of his equals in battle, if not higher (except that blasted Tyki, who was a proverbial assbutt).
"Lavi? Is something wrong?" Allen's voice pulled him away from his thoughts.
Lavi blinked as he saw that only he and Allen were alone in the grand hall, the others were nowhere to be seen.
Allen, upon seeing Lavi's confusion, explained with a brusque tone, "the clan went to look into other rooms and Tyki's out getting some fresh air,"
Lavi nodded, still a bit hurt from their last conversation together. The atmosphere turned colder now with Allen so close by his side as they admired the statue of an angel that Lavi did not know the name of, "what's the difference between a Judgement Knight and a Holy Guardian?"
Lavi felt Allen stiffened as his white wings began to curl up against Allen's arms. Though, he waited patiently -only for Allen would he even wait at all- as the angel gathered his thoughts. Finally, Allen turned to look at Lavi with steely silver eyes filled with nothing less than solid determination, "let's make a deal: I'll tell you more about us.. If you let me help you find the cure to your curse,"
The atmosphere changed from comforting-cold to steaming-hot in a split second. Allen stood his ground firmly as the demon's larger wings began to sharpen in their own accord. The angel was sure that the humans in the church could feel the demonic pressure pushing onto them, yet he couldn't care less about them right now; Lavi was his main priority, and that will never change so long as they were together.
Lavi's eye was turning dangerously red as his shadowy aura started to appear threateningly, "Why do you care so much?" Lavi growled in his Demon Lord voice, rumbling low and menacing as he jeered at the soft angel, "Because you're an angel and you have to 'protect all of Creation'?"
"It used to be that reason," Allen bowed his head lowly like he was yielding to the Demon Lord.
Lavi snorted as he smirked at the submissive angel, but was caught off guard when a gentle touch of Allen was felt on his cheeks.
"But now I want to cure you because you're my best friend and I don't want you to die," Allen said sternly, as if his words left no room for an argument; even if he was going up against the Demon Lord himself. Allen slowly flattened his hand on Lavi's cheek, his other hand coming up to cover the other side. His smile looked heavenly as he said with a tinkling tone like he had obtained something very precious to him, "I'm so happy that I can finally touch you!"
Lavi felt his anger sizzled away like fire that was quenched with cool water. No one had willingly touched him since forever, his clan afraid that his skin was too hot for them to handle even on normal days and his demonic powers ensured that every touch was a warning to his enemies to stay the Hell away from him. To have an angel claiming that he was ecstatic to just touch him nearly brought tears to his green eye. His chest tightened in on itself and his mind ceased all thinking as Allen cupped his face on both his hands with a dazzling expression and a cheerful laugh.
Finally, Lavi surrendered.
"I'm happy too," Lavi buried himself into the smaller angel's shoulder blades, getting drunk on the familiar scent of peppermint tea and something that was described as Allen perfectly. His demon wings lost its sharpness as they curl around their bodies with so much softness. He felt Allen turned numb, before those lithe arms returned the embrace with gladness. Allen buried his delighted face into Lavi's shirt as his smaller wings curled around Lavi's own, intertwining with those black feathers; making two very contrasting colours in the blue sunlight.
After the long hug, Lavi pushed Allen away with tender hands that were so unlike the murderous Demon Lord. He smiled back at the angel as he patted that silvery head with glee, "So, tell me more about you angels."
~.~
The next morning, the sun was shining just as brightly as ever to signify yet another wonderful day. Bookman himself was in a joyful mood ever since he had found the church's extensive library. Immediately, he roped Miranda and Krory in with his library discovery. Now, he was going to pull Lavi in –he brought his rope with him- with or without his consent. This day couldn't get any better! Thought Bookman as he entered the Demon Lord's quarters.
To see a blinding view of the forbidden kind.
Lavi was sleeping deeply on his side; his wings were above the covers in their softest form. But there was another form sleeping to face Lavi. Bookman looked closer to see the slumbering form of Allen Walker. The angel had his head pillowed by Lavi's right arm, his face awfully close to the demon's chest as Lavi's left arm crossed to lie above Allen's waist. Allen's wings were also unmoving, lying messily around Lavi's own. All in all, they played the part of a dreamy picture just perfectly as sunlight danced peacefully around the lazy duo.
A tick appeared by Bookman's head as he gave a well-deserved kick onto Lavi's head that separated the two.
After the bedroom drama, Lavi dragged his feet alongside the glaring Bookman. The Demon Lord's pout was childish as he grumbled out, "you don't have to be so rude, jiji~ I was having a good night's rest!"
Bookman said nothing to his stupidly oblivious Demon Lord as he led the way to the library where his work awaited. Lavi was forced to spend almost the entire day at the library. Some clergymen were openly staring at them, but said nothing as they went about their daily businesses. Huh… Seems that they trust Allen pretty well around here..
"Yo! Lavi! What's up?" Reever called out, followed by Johnny and Komui. Lavi took his leave from Bookman and left the dusty library to join with his fellow demons. His wings slapped theirs in good greeting as they made their way across the many winding corridors.
"Where's Allen?" Johnny looked around Lavi as if the angel would pop out of thin air.
Lavi gave a groan, "he can't hang out with us today; he's with Tyki doing some research on my curse,"
Komui stopped short as awe took over his lazy expression, "you let Allen help you with your curse?"
"Why not?" Lavi lifted an eyebrow in mild confusion, not seeing the point of Komui emphasising practically each other word in his statement, "If he wants to, then let him be. I've got nothing against it,"
The Black Order demons inwardly sighed at Lavi's words. But they were thankful, nonetheless. At least he's not sore about Allen helping anymore… Or Allen in general.
"Say, did Allen tell you about those… What do they call them.. Judgement Guardians?"
Lavi moved out of the way to allow a running human boy cross by him before saying teasingly, "It's Judgement Knights and Holy Guardians. Try to keep up, old man,"
Komui slapped his wing playfully at Lavi's head, making the others chuckled in mild entertainment.
The Demon Lord pushed off the offending appendage before explaining what Allen had told him before yesterday, "In a nutshell, those who wear black armour are Judgement Knights; the fighters and protectors of the human realm. They prefer offensive moves rather than being in the defensive. Allen said that people pray to these Judgement Knights for protection from us demons or whenever they're going someplace far and dangerous,"
"And the Holy Guardians?" Johnny asked with frank curiosity.
"Err… Holy Guardians are kinda like Allen; they have the power to heal and promote, but they're not usually the attacking types. They're the peacekeepers of the human realm, since all these humans pray to them for healing or guidance,"
"To light and to guard, that's the Judgement Knights. To rule and to guide would fit the Holy Guardians to the letter," Komui murmured, speaking what he had remembered hearing from one of those prayers the humans were saying the other time.
Reever nodded his agreement as he sounded his thoughts, "I wonder how all this angel divisions started.. I used to think that all angels did everything,"
Lavi didn't have an answer to that, seeing that he too thought the same thing as Reever did before this entire Allen thing started. They entered the blue grand hall again to see the statues, but someone was already there.
"Hey, hey, hey! Look what we have here!" Somebody screamed maniacally, waving his gun around like it was just a toy. The folded white wings opened up wildly as the angel ran towards them in a fast pace.
Another gun cocked right next to Johnny's head, the metal mouth touching the side of the demon's forehead, "a bunch of demons littering the church," a growling yet immature voice called out.
Lavi swung his hammer quickly, but his weapon felt no resistance as the angels reunited to appear before the demons. They were twins, Lavi can plainly see that. But as one had long hair that had the similar colour of the sun itself, the other one was brunette through and through. Both the angels' wings came together as one, looking like they had a broad wall of feathers behind them instead of two.
"Yo! I'm Saint Devit!" the cocky one said with a lifted hand.
"And I'm Saint Jasdero~~" the other twin sang.
The one called Devit came forward, breaking the wall of wings behind him, "Allen already told us about you. So.. I'm guessing you're the one that saved our brother's ass?" he pointed at Lavi with a taunting look.
Before Lavi can speak up, however, another voice echoed the large hall, "Devit, it's rude to curse. I don't think Father'll like it if He heard that,"
The shadows melted to reveal a tall, dark and handsome nobleman that was eerily identical to Tyki. But as Tyki was a young angel, this one resembled Tyki's potential future self. He had disciplined shoulders that were covered with a black vest and his broad wings fluttered elegantly in the air as he bowed to the demons with a gloved hand to his stomach, "Hullo, I'm Saint Sheril Kamelot. Please don't mind our juvenile brothers; they're all song and no fight,"
"What'd you say about us?!" Devit shouted, supported by his twin brother, "Ya wanna fight with us, Sheril?"
Before the twins started to rush forward and attack the noble angel, they were pulled back by their collars by another newcomer. This one, Lavi knew by heart. This angel was the dangerous female archer herself.
"Enough, you both! Sheril's just baiting you and you know it," even her icy tone sounded melodious, such was the permanent addition to every angel's voice.
Sheril lifted his hand in polite greeting, "Ah, Saint Lulubell, how nice to see you here,"
The archer lifted her dainty eyebrow in disbelief as she released the struggling twins from her grip, "where's your daughter, Sheril? Can't even keep an eye out for her while you go around flirting with the sisters?"
"Right here, Lulubell!" They looked up to see a flying angel with spikey purple hair and a cheeky smile. But what had made Lavi come forward was that the angel had two of his clan members trapped inside a rectangular box alongside her. The angel laughed as she poked at her chambers like she had just caught insect specimens, "Look what I got!"
"Lenalee! Miranda!" Lavi shouted in worry, but was held back by the gracious wing of Lulubell.
"Saint Rhode Kamelot, please put them down. Allen told us not to harm the demons," Lulubell scolded the angel girl in a short white dress, tied with a single red bow at the back.
"Make me!" The one called Rhode stuck out her tongue.
But just as she said those words, her boxes shattered into pieces and two white shadows claimed the falling demons to land them softly on the ground. Lenalee and Miranda retreated to the demon's side when they felt the blanket of feathers lifting away from them, exposing two angels with white wings as large as Komui's own.
"Now, now, we shouldn't fight! In the Church of Angels, what's more!" the bubbly, fat angel with an enormous grin said coyly. The angel shouted in celebration as he lifted his top hat, "Hullo! Hullo! I'm Saint Earl Millennium, and-"
"I'm Saint Wisely. What's up?" the other angel replied with an aloof tone and a visible English accent. His snowy-white hair matched his even-whiter wings; he wore a long, violet stole over his white church vestments which flowed with the gentle wind. Standing plainly there, Lavi would think that he was simply a spiritual being rather than a physically angel.
"W-Wise-ly," Rhode gasped in suffocation. She was scratching her neck as if trying to grab hold of the thing that was chocking her.
"Let her go!" Sheril shouted, his protective fatherly instincts coming to life.
Wisely pointed at himself in mock confusion, "who? Me? Psh, perish the thought, dear brother," he bend over backwards to avoid the slash of Sheril's sword.
Lulubell summoned her bow as she called out, "Sheril! Stop!"
In the midst of the attack, Rhode was released and she flew to Sheril's side straightaway. Her angelic powers leaking out in anger as her melodic voice turned lower, "retribues illi,"
Jasdero and Devit cocked their guns as their wings curled themselves up as protection, their twin voices echoing the hall with unearthly tunes to answer Rhode's angelic threat, "conantur , audemus vobis,"
All the angels glared at each other like they were sworn enemies, the very church air dropped to icy temperatures and the refreshing scent that constantly followed angels were becoming quite heavy. The Black Order clan felt both renewed with energy and fearful shivers running down their spines, the two opposing auras were giving them a positive whiplash. As the angels took out their designated weapons, the demon clan knew that they were about to get caught in the middle with no choice and no escape. Shit, cursed Lavi, who wished he hadn't left the bed at all that day, we're gonna be trapped in an angel war-zone!
Dun dun duuuuuun; looks like not all is well and heavenly among the angels, isn't it? Rhode's saying, "you'll pay for that," and Jasdero/Devit answered her threat with, "come try; we dare you,"
Now that the angels are introduced, we can finally know more about these beings! Come here, Tyki! You too, Allen sweet! *grabs both angels*
Tyki is created before Allen, so Allen considered Tyki as his older (and annoying) brother more than anything. All angels have pure white wings behind their backs (but a handful of Tyki's feathers are light silver colour and Allen here has some light golden feathers too. Alas, none of them know why..). Tyki has black armour and Allen has- whoops, Allen told me not to tell you guys yet, so sorry! ehehehe Allen has more of a sleek, lithe body shape while Tyki is more muscular and toned. If you put these two lovelies together, you can think of a graceful prince and his powerful warrior.
Allen and Tyki (and other angels as well, but most of the time it'll be these two darlings) have the ability to have silent communication between one another. They can talk with their minds much faster than their words, but the downside of this ability is that it can only be used in short distances. They can sense whenever their angelic brethren are in danger only within a certain area. So to compensate for this weakness, angels have more acute senses than a demon's. Angels are the only ones who can speak the angelic language because their language requires a certain slang and magic power (unlike the demonic language where everyone can learn *ahemAllen*). But the only times they use their angelic language is when they're about to get serious or to talk to their Father. So most of the time, angels speak the normal language if they want to be understood by all parties present.
But in terms of -strange- relationships, Allen and Tyki has the most dynamic bond among the angels. Although one is a Judgement Knight and the other is a Holy Guardian, these two angels care about each other quite deeply. So you can bet that Tyki's going to cock-block Lavi at every possible opportunity. Yes, Tyki's is that protective over Allen.
Well, I'm done introducing the angels. Remember that this is only a small introduction, so there'll be more about them coming up soon! I really do hope you're enjoying this new chapter and story, I would love to hear from you! Have a great day!