I didn't choose THIS

I Hate Angels

(What the angel look like further in the story)

I wasn't exactly considered normal where I came from.

Picture a demon prince.

Mean, ruthless, a murderer?

That definitely wasn't me.

Don't get me wrong, I could kill without a thought or hesitation. But that's only if I was mad enough.

Thankfully that didn't happen often.

I love the colour green, have a major sweet tooth, and adore cuddles.

I'm absolutely terrifying.

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Green flames flickered on my palm as I created a small fireball to light up the dark path. I could tell I was close. Their holly energy and laughter gave them away.

They wore silver armor adorned with detailed golden markings that matched the glow of their halos.

I hate angels.

"What are you doing here?" I snarled, openly displaying my displeasure, my sudden presence startling the three.

"Prince Midoriya!" one of them yelped, leaping to his feet.

Another stood up slowly, saying, "Sorry about that, your highness. It's his first mission, you see," as he explained on behalf of the younger one.

"I don't care. Leave," I snapped, and truth be told, I didn't care.

"Angels don't belong in the underworld. Does my father know you're here?" I stated.

I had the answer to that. Dad was aware of their presence, but they hadn't sought permission to enter our domain. Hence, my mission was clear: make them leave or eliminate them.

"No," said the elder angel, a little grin playing on his face.

His eyes seemed to hold a secret, like he knew more than he let on. Even though he looked all heavenly, there was something tricky about him. His wings, which were once all bright and pure, now had a shadowy touch, hinting at some hidden plan that went beyond normal angel stuff.

He clearly knew why I was there, but he wasn't letting on. The room, filled with this otherworldly light, made the whole situation feel mysterious, like there was more to the story.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the third angel slyly reaching into his armor, as if trying to keep it hidden. Whatever it was, it seemed like he had a secret tucked away. The glint of metal or the subtle rustle of fabric hinted at the presence of something concealed within the folds of his celestial attire.

My tail flicked in annoyance behind me, and I glanced back to the elder angel.

I hear the quick draw of a weapon being pulled from its sheath. I spun back to the now attacking third angel.

'So much for having Honor' I thought to myself, as I dodged the glowing angelic blade.

"You know you can't kill me here, in my fathers realm it will be war" I snarl at the angels who now had there weapons drawn.

"Oh we know" the younger one laughed. "That's why your going to the forbidden realm"

I was ensnared in a brilliant white light making me yelp in surprise.

'Where the hell am I' I thought as wind ripped through my hair and I stared down at a fast-approaching ground.

I felt my tattoos across my back move and my wings once inked to my skin now open wide catching the wind and slowing my descent until I landed gently on the ground.

I looked around confused. The building reached towards the sky like they were in a never-ending race. Although it was manly the sky that held his eye. The vibrant blue with the contrast of the white clouds.

Although I had never physically been to the forbidden realm I had still opened viewing window to watch how people lived here. Almost like an experiment.

But now I was really here.

Oh shit

Hi guy's sorry about the short chapter but hope you are enjoying my new book, here are some images on what he looks like so you can get a better pic.



So that is his out fit he does in fact have that tat (Tattoo has meaning further into the book)



That's what the tattoo his wings grew from looks like



That's kind of what they look like out



That's what his horns look like



And of course his tail

He can hide his demon features but his wing tatoo can't be concided. Thats what I will be using as a ref but you can picture him any way you want. 

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