Black Wings

The Beginning

'The night cold and windy, the howling winds smashed trees and scrapped the stones against the gravel road. The boy born on this day was special, he would be in an constant battle with himself. The good and bad, both parts polar opposites. God's most loved, cared, cherished angel Lucifer was sent into this boy. The devil wanting to best the heroic, beloved God. Smirking he sent his own champion to this boy. The story begins with Lucifer, at a young age, barely knowing everything about himself.

Lucifer was seventeen years old, his hair was longish and messy. His eyes were light brown and skin fair, he was average height and was roughly 190 pounds. He was a tough guy on the outside but inside he was kind and caring, he was a farm boy none the less. He was always working outside getting a nice brown tan most people would envy. Without that many friends he learned to shut himself in and hid away his emotions. Yet one day one event changed it all, changed him, his world and more importantly his life.

All Lucifer did for days on end was work on a farm and go to school, an average everyday teenage life. He was finishing his attendance on his horses. The sound of a blood hurtling screech came from his house. Running as fast as he could on foot to the house, the door busted off the hinges. Blood traveled throughout the doorway. Following it up the stairs to the bedroom, his mom laying there helpless, a knife pierced her chest. "Mom," he yelled in tears. His voice shaky and choked up. He ran over to her picking her up in his arms. Holding her close he cried as she whispered her last words in his ear.

Following his mother's instructions he walked over the bookshelf, covered with books from one end to the other. Pushing it out of the way, his eyes watery and his vison hazy. He looked behind grabbing the large locked trunk. Picking it up with ease, he carried it into town. The instructions were on the top of the trunk. 'W490 E809 Grimmer St.' he sighed and carried the trunk an hour and a half there. After hours of travel, he finally arrived. Not much was here, most abandon houses, shops, and farms.

Without knowing who he was supposed to talk to, he walked into the open shop not far away, there was a ghastly man, his body withered away and dead like. Lucifer set his trunk on the ground near the check out. "If you don't have business leave," the man said with a faint whispery tone. Lucifer jumped and placed the trunk on the table. "Hmm," the old man turned it around. "I see, the time has come then," he sighed. Grabbing under the table a scythe looking knife he cut the chain and lock off easily.

"Sir, who are you," Lucifer asked softly, he was concerned about his own safety as many people would. The man looked at Lucifer smirking slowly an ominous laughter was starting to be heard.

"Boy, you shouldn't talk to Death like that," the elder man teased. Soon bright flash of red, the man changed. His hair was put up and back, his eyes blood red and his teeth were white and sharp. "I am Death," he laughed out. Lucifer on his butt scared to death, he shook faintly. Gulping he slowly stood up, Death was at least mid-twenties now. "It seems we can't hide who you are anymore," Death explained with a sigh.

"What do you mean, Sir Death," Lucifer stuttered out, his hands still shaking as he pulled himself to his feet. Death was rummaging through the trunk until he found it, an older style blade. It hide within a black sheath, the blade itself was encoded with different symbols and demonic energy. "Well," Lucifer said impatiently. Death said nothing and kept rummaging through, he tossed the blade to Lucifer. He caught the black sheath sword, "huh," he said sighing confused.

"Open it," Death said coldly. Nodding he unsheathed it, Lucifer screamed in pain, two black wings jetted out from his back. His body started to be marked with a few symbols, ancient devilish symbols. His wings were large, blacker then the night he was born on. "You are Lucifer, you are the heir to the throne of hell or heaven," Death said with a smirk. "Ill train you but you will need to be willing, do you want revenge on who killed your mother," his devilish smirk only grew wider into a gin. "We shouldn't waste anytime now shall we," he teased and walked outside.

"No we shouldn't," Lucifer growled out, his sword tightly gripped in his hands. He was ready to learn ready to train, now its just a matter of time.