Stained Wings are the Strongest. (Old/Unfinished)

Chapter 1: Pieces Falling into Place.

"Angels.. once thought to be a sign of God and Heaven, protectors of the human race. We thought them to be a sign in the Bible as a beacon of hope, but we were wrong.

In the year 3027, a human captured an angel during a near death experience and after using the winged being as a pleasure object he then killed it, sending the world spiraling into chaos.

Angels are powerful creatures that can wipe out cities or even countries. The wrath of the sentient beings could instill fear into the strongest mortal.

Just as mankind thought they'd suffer the wrath of God, a human by the name, Johnas Nicholas was able to enslave the heavenly attackers without harm to them or himself.

Demons sensed the shift in energy above on earth and emerged from Hell, but where captured by surprise. Now humans invented a sport were angels and demons compete with each other, against their own will. Their owners' getting millions of dollars for every win. 'It's a gambling game for the rich and entertainment for the poor.'

The game is dangerous, both teams fly at speeds reaching 90mph tackling each other in air and occasionally knocking their opponents out were they plummet to the ground. Breaking their wings or worse, death.

One of the most famous and rarest player is Lucas, number 767, a half-breed between angel and demon. The ultimate attacker and strongest defender on TAI." (AN: Tokyo Avion Institute)

I gazed at the T.V. in amazement. They showed a tall armored angel with long black wings that had a single claw on the top of each one. Unlike other angles, this one had a long black tail with feathers on the end of it.

'I wonder what his eyes look like.' I thought nostalgically. The angels I've seen in magazines and stuff always had beautiful eyes, like gemstones. A demons were always crimson, so I wondered what a half-breeds would look like?

I got up off my bed and stalked to my desk where it had papers spread out every which way. There were notes on what I wanted to do, some drawings and the occasional pencil littering the surface. I sat down and started to outline the body of an angel.

The television roared making me flinch, causing a stray mark on my paper. Angrily I got up and stormed to my bed were the remote was. I was about to press the off button until I watched a man being dragged away to a police car at the stadium entrance in China.

"They treat angels like dogs! Worse than the demons! And whenever they get injured-Ngh!" a police officer punched him in the gut making the man fall to the ground.

The person holding the camera zoomed on to his face. "T-they chop their wings off and feed them to the demons." He wheezed as the police officer pulled out a gun and shot the man in the head.

The television program went fuzzy probably from the producers cutting the news feed due to the graphic scene that just played out.

Collapsing onto the bed I muttered in a daze, "I just saw a man get shot on national television." My hands started to shake uncontrollably as a lump formed in my throat. I didn't know which startled me more. The fact that someone died or the chopping off of angel wings.

(Flash back)

I've been an angel lover ever since I laid eyes on the Heavenly beings. My mother says I'll grow out of it and that it's just a phase but they were beautiful creatures. Everyone seemed to treat them like dirt ever since they rebelled on earth when that man killed an angel.

Ever since learning about that incident, I've watched many documentaries on pirated websites. There was this one were an angel was in a cramped cell, covered in dirt and feces. The angel itself was malnourished to the point where you could see almost every bone in her body. Her once perfect skin was now busied -ugly shades of greens and blacks lettering her frame. Her once beautiful snow white wings are now broken and covered in dirt.

When I watched the video, my stomach twisted almost making me throw up. The person that was videotaping it walked around the small cage and then I saw her eyes. They were lifeless. That day I cried myself to sleep, feeling the immense sadness wash over me.

If only I was older, maybe I could help. But I'm a child and cannot do anything at the moment.

I sighed at the memory and turned back to the television where it started to broadcast the game again. The match was TAI 28 vs USA 39. TAI was comprised of 14 players. It was mostly angels that made up the team but the foundation or keeper, was a demon named 66. He had a name but no one could pronounce it. Then there's the other demon, number 96, who's Lucas' flank. His job was to guard and help with his attacks and make sure that the opponents didn't tackle Lucas from behind.

I watched as the US team pulverized them in the air. The Tokyo point guards fell from the hard hits, sending them cashing into the ground in clouds of dirt. Then out of nowhere, Lucas stole the ball from the US's forward, number 7 and started to dive.

His black wings were tucked in tightly and his long tail was straight behind him. It looked as though he was going over 100mph. And then, in the corner of the screen, a demon grabbed 767's wings, flying over him-pulling the feathers along. To everyone's horror, the demon sling shot the half-breed into the wall.

The brown stone crumbled and chipped off from the impact. Lucas's right wing took the brunt of the collision as he fell, sliding down the wall leaving a trail of feathers and dust.

Within 15 seconds, he hit the ground. Motionless.

The crowd was quiet then the announcers came on the intercom. "It seems as though number 767 has been knocked unconscious. By the way things look, his wing appears to be broken, and if that is the case, Lucas will never be able to play again." They chuckled like it was an everyday thing and that the problem didn't mean anything.

But I knew what they meant. If Lucas's wing was broken, then they would chop it off and he would die. Most likely left in his cell, withering in pain and starved to death.

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