Just thought I'd start on my Fallen fanfic, since it's been driving me up the wall, over the ceiling, and through the window. lawl. sweatdrop
He had failed. He had thought himself redeemed by bringing the new tracker, but the pang would not cease. He had failed. A dog! A dog had bit him! Him! It should not have mattered if it was changed or not...
He sighed, going to the window and staring down. The reek of the abominations filled his nose. One was close...so close he could taste it. Was it the one that had fought them, come to rescue the boy they had stolen? Perhaps this was a sign... He took to the air, following the smell.
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The room was crowded. Patrons drinking, eating. Filthy monkeys. His eyes scanned slowly to pinpoint the source of the stench. There. He stopped. It was looking at him. Seemed to see through him. A slow smile spread across its face, head tilting inquiringly.
It raised a hand, hailing him with a faint call in Messenger, "Hiya." There was no fear. If it knew him, knew what he was... Why was there no fear? Is it resigned to its fate? he wondered. He produced his sword, casting it about the diner. Where people had stood seconds before there were only piles of ash and bone. Flame licked up the walls, beginning to consume the structure.
He advanced, bypassing the counter to look down at the newest abomination he had found. It looked back at him, curled into a corner, arms over head, a touselled mat of hair framing its features. Even now... He let the point of his blade come near its face to illuminate its dirt-coated glasses, the wide golden eyes. They glowed not with fear, only with a hightened sense of things.
"Why'd you kill everybody?" it murmured, its voice laden with sorrow. He shook away the ringing in his ears. "Did I do something to piss you off that I don't know about?" It spoke in Messenger as if it had from the moment it was born. He realized then that it was young. A child, too young to have achieved its fullest powers, and yet... "Who are you?"
Lord Verchiel must hear of this. He dragged it up by the scruff, taking flight through the collapsing roof. Again, he was stunned to find the small creature spreading a fine, unexpectedly large pair of silver wings, the firelight casting them with a serene aura.
He barely noted out of the corner of his eye that it was favoring him with a small, fragile smile.
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