Smothered in chains from his unforgiveable past, Lex sets out to prove his worth.
By killing.
Using the rage from his past, he lets what he thought was all of his power out and stands amidst a massacre of his very enemies.
Angels.
However, he later...
"Lex. I know you didn't want to tell me before, and probably still don't want to, but why do you hate Angels so much that you can eradicate us whilst feeling nothing?"
"It doesn't really matter, does it?" Lex replied with a snarl. "Of course it does!" Anouke wailed indignantly. "Because I don't want to be hurt again, okay?! So, stop bugging me about this," he admitted without realizing. "I'm scared, okay?" He whispered dejectedly and covered his whole face with his slim hand.
Lex watched the searing fire. His eyes quivered as the shadows danced around the room, ignited from the flames. Caught in the moment, he narrowed his eyes as if gazing at a distant dream from the past. "I'm going to sleep," Lex informed Anouke, lying down on the couch. Anouke got up from the floor, where he was sitting by and tending the fire, and sat on the chair so he could watch over Lex.
After a few hours of watching, Anouke's eyes began to feel heavy. He stood up from the chair and walked to the window which Lex kept attempting to run away from. Night had fallen upon the forest, faint and murky shadows cast across the leaf-littered floor. The dilapidated branches from the shabby trees caused the obscurity of the shadows to look like behemoths were crawling out from under the ground. He looked over at Lex, watching with fascination as his chest slowly rose and fell.
"I'll change you, Lex. I have too..." He murmured, walking back over and sitting on the chair. Anouke wouldn't sleep; he couldn't. After all, he had a responsibility now. He sat on the chair and stared at the ceiling whilst recalling the events of what happened before Lex had fallen asleep.
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"There we go," Anouke sighed with relief, finally getting the fire to settle perfectly. "I had a friend – Dayle – before. When I was younger, I was determined to change all demons for the better and he helped along with it until he got older and his ideals changed. When he realized that only a small percentage of them was changeable, he stopped--" "Changeable? What do you mean 'changeable'? All Demons aren't changeable? How do you know which ones are?" "Well, you see... Look at your wings." Anouke advised and he did. "What about them?" Lex questioned impatiently.
"See how some scales are white, yeah? If Demons have those on their wings, it means they're changeable." "How so?" Lex sat down on the disfigured couch. "Ah, so basically," Anouke inhaled and puffed out air as if he was smoking a cigar, "If their scales are detraining or white – maybe faded like some of yours - then that means they're just coming to their humane senses. In other words, your wings are degrading. And that means you're becoming either more humane or Angelic." He paused and pointed to Lex's wings. "See the scales on your wings near the very bottom? The white ones I mean. That shows you're becoming more Angelic." Anouke rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You just need 'a bit' of a nudging in the right direction if you get what I'm saying." He sighed. "Oh, and if you're becoming a human, their wings would be disappearing instead of fading away or becoming white."
"I see." Lex said and placed his cool palm on the bare nape of his neck, pressing his fingertips into his skin like he was massaging it. "Anyways, back to my story about my friend. I vowed to change the changeable Demons. I know I don't really know anything about Demons, I- I still don't. My brothers – which you killed – had told me about others being murdered by the organization known as 'The Angels Antagonism.'" Anouke looked thoughtful and looked at Lex with wide yet focused eyes. "I didn't believe them."
