"Don't come near me! I don't want to hurt you too!"
"It's okay. It'll be fine. You won't hurt me."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because you don't want to hurt me."
"I didn't want to hurt everyone else either."
"I know you didn't. But this time you won't hurt someone you don't want to."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because I'm little ole' me."
"I don't think that counts."
"Of course it does. Why wouldn't it count?"
"I don't know."
"Look at how close we are now." A woman had been talking with a young boy while secretly sneaking closer to him. The boy looked down and saw that he and the woman were side by side. "I told you that I'd been fine."
"It won't last for long. Please just stay away I don't want to hurt you Gabriel-sama!"
"You won't hurt me Hikaru. I know you wouldn't do that to me."
"I wouldn't do it to everyone else either! Everyone should just stay away from me! I'm going to kill someone next time! I just know it! Don't let it be you! Smite me where I stand for the good of Heaven! Please! I beg you. Don't let me hurt anyone else." The boy was in tears. He was crying profusely. The woman, Gabriel was in shock.
"I could never hurt you Hikaru! And you could never hurt me! I know that. You know that! WE know that!"
"But I don't know that. If you won't do what's needed I'll do it; for the good of Heaven, I shall." The boy grew four white pristine wings from his back and flew away from the woman. In seconds he was gone from eyesight.
"Why did you have to be so good at hiding your presence?" The woman flew after the boy, on twelve wings, instead of four.
The woman had searched for hours and found nothing. So she sought the help of another; a man with a striking resemblance to her. "Onii-sama I need you to help me find Hikaru. He ran off after the accident earlier and he wouldn't listen to me, afterwards. I'm worried about him. He said he would do what was needed for the good of Heaven and he ran off and hid his presence. Onii-sama I'm really worried! Please help me!"
"Calm down. We'll find him don't worry. Let's go." The man and woman flew off once more on twelve wings each.
The boy was alone. Alone once again. This time he was on a cliff. He was sitting with his legs dangling over the side. When he looked down he could see straight to the Underworld. It was a long fall. He wasn't worried about that though. He was worried he would land a level higher than that. On Earth, his landing would have no purpose. It would accomplish nothing. They would and could still get to him. The boy turned to face behind him. He saw two people: the man and woman from earlier. "Gabriel-sama, Michael-sama, I'm sorry. Please forgive me." The boy stood up and took a step closer to the drop.
"Hikaru! Don't do this! Please, Hikaru!" The woman, Gabriel was pleading to the boy.
"Hikaru. Think about this. This is not the way to go. We can train you to control your powers. I promise."
"What about what will happen while training? Before I can control this power? Before I won't turn into a giant bomb of light whenever I get excited? No. This is the best bet. This is where I won't hurt any of you." The boy about to take his last step over the edge pause and called out, "Forgive me Gabriel." He summoned his wings and while grabbing his top pair took his last step. Before he fell he pulled as hard as he could and let out a shriek of pain and then he fell. The boy plummeted downwards all the while a pair of wings floated where he once floated and at the base of these wings was blood. Crimson had stained the pristine white. And the woman shrieked with the echo and cried into her brother's arms.
The fall hadn't felt like forever, nor was it. Contrary to popular belief falling a great distance does not feel like an eternity for everyone. In fact for the boy the amount of time falling was vey anticlimactic. It felt like a brief moment in time. That was most likely because of the pain though. The boy hit ground like a meteor. A crater surrounded him. His body was bruised and broken. He couldn't move out of the crater. Only roll over on to his stomach as to not infect his wings and oddly the pair that was left was still white. The boy retracted the stubs and groaned. He was so exhausted he couldn't even hide his presence. Which judging by the color of the sky was a death sentence. He was on the border of Fallen Angel and Devil territory. And he couldn't bring himself to rip off his last pair of wings, the pain was too unbearable. The boy cast a very basic healing spell and crawled out of the crater. He was still on the border so any minute he would be seized by Fallen or Devils. The boy had to choose his path. A choice between evils, the only question was which was the lesser? The boy decided quickly and headed towards the Devil territory. He only made it about thirty feet or so, but he was far enough to not have to worry about the Fallen. So the boy laid there awaiting the discovery by Devils hoping for a quick death if that was the decision. The boy was flipping between conscious and unconsciousness when he was approached by a man with crimson hair and a woman with silver hair. The man leaned down and took the boy's pulse. Once he found it he alerted his companion. The man then looked at the boy's wings. "His wings are too low. He has another pair. He is young but powerful. What do you think we should do Grayfia?"
"Wait for him to awaken and heal him. Then return him to where he came."
"It's odd though, his wings are white still."
"I agree. But we should wait so we can ask some questions, don't you think?"
"Yes. Let's take him home. We'll have to keep him a secret for a little while at least."
So the duo took the lost Angel and teleported with him.
The boy awoke in an unfamiliar place. He awoke not in the forest he remembered but a room, with a bed and sheets and a dresser and nightstand and all the average accommodations. He sat up and felt his wings still out so he retracted his last pair. As he sat up he checked himself for injuries, and found none. This confused him. He remembered broken bones and bruises all over. As he was about to get up he heard the room's door open. He looked up and saw the man with crimson hair. The boy did not feel himself threatened so he stayed seated half on the bed and waited for the man to speak.
"Hello. I don't know if you remember what happened or me but my name is Sirzechs Lucifer. I found you wounded in the forest and so I healed you and brought you here."
"Where is here?"
"And you are one of the Great Satans, Crimson Satan Lucifer?"
"That is correct. May I know your name?"
"My name? My name is…Chalfon Eifah Ikabod."
"Is that who you are now? Honestly?"
"This is who I have become."
"Very well Mr. Inglorious."
"Exactly. I am without honor, without light and have changed. Something feels different in here." The boy pointed to his chest, near but not exactly on his heart.
"Okay. Well may I see your wings?" The boy brought out his lower pair of wings. "All of them."
"I have no more."
"I saw your back. Your back and I know your wings are too low to be your only pair."
"I… I ripped my wings off. And cast myself from Heaven."
"… Why would you do that?"
"I was a danger to all. This is the longest conversation I have ever had in a very long time without my converser ending up in a healing ward."
"I see. Well, may I see your wing stubs then? If not healed properly they could get an infection."
"I shall see what is left. Before I ask though, can I trust you? I will have my back to you and you will most likely have to get closer to me. So can I trust you?"
"Yes. I have not been threatening so far have I?"
"No." And so the boy turned to face the wall and let his wing stubs out. The only problem: they didn't come out. So the boy told the man and he told the boy to try and to let them explode out his back like his second pair did the first time he gained them. For one could only assume that his first pair was gained very young. So the boy listened to the man's words and just let loose. Let loose leathery bat wings from black feathered stubs and when the boy touched the black stubs the feathers fell off, revealing only bat stubs. And so the boy began to cry in confusion and fear. Fear of what he had become. Confused as to how and why.