Wings Of An Angel, Words Of The Devil. (X Men Fanfiction) (Angel X Reader)

Prolouge

"Listen here little demon brat. When we reach the cage, we're going to release these chains and the collar, but don't expect us to release your wings yet, that only comes when you get inside the cage..."

As he leaned towards my face I had to resist the urge to spit in his eye. His breath stank of low grade rotten meat and rancid coffee, Jesus Christ he needed to brush his teeth.

I pretended to struggle against my chains as Coffee Breath pulled me by the collar, though a blind man knew I could snap these metal links in a milisecond. Yet looking weak and helpless was important right now. There was no way they'd let me fight him if they knew that I'd win. Unfortunately possesing the black wings that yours truly did could make anyone look like Death himslef.

The guard yanked my chain hard when I dawdled between the rows of captured mutants. Some of them could easily escape if not for the electric collars winding up and down their appendages. I growled at the guard who was currently yanking the fuck out of my chain, pun intended, and yet he barely made eye contact. Strange, either he was too smart for his own good, or he was just too dumb. I hoped for the latter.

We clodded past everyone, young and baring their teeth, or old, waiting for death. Wasn't it ironic? If you couldn't come out of the cage victorious, they stuffed you in another one. And even if you did win, you'd be pushed into the cage again to fight more. Everyone here had to be living behind and around metal bars for the majority of their lives. No wonder they looked weary.

The guard stopped tugging on my leash when we reached the back of a giant hexagonal cage. I heard buzzing from the metal links, and I suspected that it was more high voltage to keep us mutants in line. Even without the electricity I had the sense the fight inside was going strong. There seemed to be more grunts of pain than exertion, though I could be wrong, due to the massive figure blocking my view.

Said massive guard was waiting at the locked doors of the cage, though he seemed to be distracted. Coffee Breath motioned the huge guy over, and his tense and ready stature seemed to calm down when he saw my wings laced up like sneakers.

"Did you get another one?"
"Yea, the darling's got black wings as well. It'll be good with the whole Angel and Devil thing you know?"
"Good, Blob's arse won't last any longer."

Not long after the armed German guard had said that, an antagonized scream reached my ears. An extremely obese man fell to his knees. Bawling his eyes out. He didn't seem to have any inju- Oh wait, nevermind. Upon further inspectation I noticed the way he cupped his manhood like a delicate baby. Sad man, the person who did that had to be pretty darn heartless, and I was going to have to fight him.

"Ready Girlie? Remember, kick his arse but not too much. You'll both survive tonight if you give a good show." Again, I wanted to gag. Did people not brush their teeth here? At least did the guards? His breath reeked of God knows what.

All my chains dropped and the sound of my collar beeping it's steady signal faded away. Roars of a crowd rang in my ears. They were cheering him on.

"The Winged Warrior! The Angel Of Death! Once again he comes victorious!"

There was an announcer as well. Whether it was to spur the crowd or the fighters, I had no idea whatsoever. The gigantic guard moved away, allowing me to see what was inside the cage, and my breath hitched.

There he was, wings spread in all their glory. I thought they'd be like mine; an inky, onyx jet black shade. Yet his were a pearly, angelic white, they were almost ethereal. Save for the grime and blood, but it made him look like more of a fighter. This was the man that Father had abandoned, the man that I had flown across the continent for. This was my brother.

He soared dangerously close to the sides of the cage, and a gust of wind barreled my way, ruffling my hair and feathers. It seemed like all I could hear was the wind whistling and whooshing everywhere from his wings. The crowd loved it, they were a vast menagerie of people from done up ladies with luxury jewels to sweaty men who had just finished their work shifts. The only similarity between all of them was the bloodlust and sadistic glimmer in their eyes.

"Ladies and Gentleman, next up we have the one, the only, She-Devil!"

She-Devil? Seriously? They couldn't have come up with something more... I don't know less clichè? Like I get that I had black wings, but that didn't mean I was the child of Lucifer himself, yeesh.

All thoughts of annoyance left my mind like a gust of wind when my wings flared up. The sound of heavy chains dropping to the floor suddenly made all my senses tingle.

My wings were finally free.