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

Chapter 1: Unconventional Family Reunion.

"Fuck!" I shoved him away from me, barely ducking under the talon that almost took out my left eye. Kicking him in the jaw, (Earning a very satisfying crack I might add), I launched myself to the opposite end of the cage. His wings were smaller than mine, and his talons more blunt and weak. But his wings although feathery packed a painful punch, and I had a bruise across my side in the shape of a bony wing strutcture to show for it.

"Come on! Stop flying around like a bat! Fight me!" He shouted. I launched myself at him then, kicking him in the face then whipping my talon across his chest. Blood sprung, and he cussed wildly. The crowd roared louder, almost snarling at the sight of blood. Angel growled, panting and hurriedly wiping away the blood that was gushing out the wound. I shivered as he shot up into the air, the wind ruffling through my feathers and hair.

I was left breathless, his blond hair seemed to glint in the dim light, and his wings were more beautiful than I thought. Less beautiful when he was coming at me with the force of a hundred men, kicking my head and smacking me onto my side. I skidded a couple feet, grappling the cold cement floor with my uncooperative hands. I gasped for breath as Angel punched me in the chest, curling my feet under his torso and shoving him off me. He landed on the cold stone, grunting. Scrabbling to get up I raised my fist in front of my chest, knees bent and ready to land a heavy blow if need be. The blond stood and yet again wiped the blood away from his chest, flicking it away from him. The crimson droplets lashed onto the floor, akin to the way a whip strikes skin.

"What the hell are you?" He muttered, rushing towards me and trying to elbow me onto the metal bars of the pentagram. I dodged, rolling under his swung arm and almost getting my wing caught against his talon. Taking advantage at his frustration, I kicked him in the back, followed by smacking him against the back of his head. He groaned and stumbled forward, caught off balance. His head smacked against the floor, bouncing a tad bit from the rebound.

"Looks like the Devil gets the better of the Angel after all! Look at their feathers clashing and grappling! How beautiful!"

I genuinely wondered if the announcer was insane, meanwhile I fluttered to the top of the cage, careful and cautious of the buzzing metal around me. He could easily follow me, but that would tire him out, his wings were too used to smacking people around. Flying for him was to appease the crowd, and that was extremely helpful currently.

"Cheeky little devil..." He grumbled, shooting up after me. I exhaled as I pressed my wings closer to my back and fell down in a spiral, my stomach seemed to shoot up into my heart, although I'd done this a hundred times before. I heard a whistling barell and swirl around my ears. The sound of flapping behind me chorused, he was chasing me like a feral cat does to mice, good. As the ground drew closer and closer, my wings shot out. I rocketed into the air, leaving Angel to fall. He flapped uncontrollably, smacking into the ground. He looked pathetically dumb, and he knew it. I panted as he fumed and punched the ground in fury. His wings launched him into the air once more, and I dropped almost comically.

Gliding downwards and barely landing onto the floor, I pulled my leg back as Angel inevitably followed suit in my descent, blind with rage.

A sickening crunch could be heard as my metal toed boots made contact with his nose, blood splattered onto the cement floor, and my own nose wrinkled in disgust. The winged man fell back, cupping his nose in agony.

"Ooooooooh, looks like the Devil has the upper hand! Marvelous!"

I growled, if there was something I hated, it was an annoying commentator blasting into my ears. Unfortunately for my so-called brother, he would be my punching bag.

Ramming him into the cage, I whipped my right claw into his chest, spraying blood everywhere, including my face, clothes and metal links. He screamed and thrashed, the electricity spasming through his body, but no way in hell was I letting him go. My foot stayed put onto him stomach, forcing him there.

Surely, they would end the 'fight' now. Angel was a good fighter, and attractive, they wouldn't let him die. As the thought passed my mind, my conscious proved right.

"Enough! The winner! Victorious! Is the Black Devil!"

Hell yes.