Wings & Mages (Version 2)

Chapter 17: Awakening of Lucifer

Recap:

"You are aware of the flood yesterday, right?" Satoshi asked, "Was it caused by you? Or do you have someone helping you out?"

Daisuke gulped.

"When I prove that there's someone helping you out, I will not hear any excuses and capture that person as well."

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It was night, very deep in the night. The city of Azumano was very silent. All the lights were shut. Even stray cats weren't out, roaming around and walking in the alleys or climbing walls. Everything seemed too calm and peaceful.

It has been for days since Dark's heist took place. The Company Headquarters of Leeds has been abandoned in a short period of time. No one goes there anymore.

Also, not only the Company Headquarters has been abandoned. The Central Art Museum of Azumano has also been abandoned.

Almost a year have passed when the great apocalypse of Azumano took place. It was when there a came a huge earthquake together with a terrifying low tide. It was the night where the awakening of the eternal nightmare was ceased. It was the night where the cyclone of black and wide feathers dominated the sky. Seemingly an unforgettable catastrophe, everyone was part of it. And for some reasons, they didn't want the memory of that night to haunt them in their dreams.

The Black Wings remained as it was when the angels were born, a human skeleton with huge ebony black wings but without the right leg and possess a huge special displacement in the breached skull area. It was buried together with the remains of the destroyed museum and contains few scratches in its figure. The museum was rebuilt, but the Black Wings wasn't displayed anymore.

Through the deep forest that ends opens before the remains of the Black Wings, a man in black hood was running. He was the same man that spied over the phantom thief's heist recently. He holds his hood as he dashes, but keeps his head lowered. He was dashing in nearly mac speed, but he never hit anything even if he wasn't looking to where he was going. No one was out there to notice him.

When he finally got out of the forest, he slowed his pace down and resorted to taking a stroll. Even if he was running earlier, he didn't wear himself off. He wasn't panting, he wasn't drenched in sweat. He walked up to the remains of the Black Wings and pulled his hood off. He took a deep breath and whispered to the broken art piece, "I finally found you..."

He stretched his arm out and it started glowing dark orange. An illusion of a white winged angel was spawned through the surface of the dust covered creation. He was in torment, a soul trapped inside overtime, and rendered lifeless.

The man in hood smirked. "I can see you... and I pity you," he said. The light coming from his hand enraged. He blew onto it.

"All your pain, everything and everyone has incurred on you... I can see them," he said, dropping his gaze to the ground. "And I want to free you from them..."

He took a few step forward and stretched his other hand, making it glow dark orange as well. "I will use your pain and bloodlust to infuse life onto you... and you will be an ally of me."

The image of the white winged angel started congealing. He could see him twitch, flinched, until he finally earned his voice.

He squeezed his eyes to ease the sharp pain shooting all over him as his body was being generated and pulled out of the remains of the Black Wings.

"Just a little more," the man in hood said through his gritted teeth. "Endure it until I'm finished."

The white winged finally screamed in agony as the memory of his past flashes in his mind with speed.