Sanders Sides OneShots

Good and Evil Au (Prinxiety)

I promise I will do something other than Prinxiety soon. Something else, cause I'm kind of sick of this pairing too honestly.

T.W. Blood, death, war.

Most people think of the area they live on as the only plane of existence, what they don't know is where they go after death, and who lives among them that don't belong there.

Virgil would go to Earth whenever he needed an escape.

Roman would do the same, be he had a slightly different situation than Virgil.

There was a war going on between Good and Evil, but it was a problem for both Roman and Virgil.

Virgil hated the deaths, he hated the smells, the sounds and the sights, so he would leave for a while, since he was an heir and couldn't fight.

Roman wished he could fight, but he too was an heir, meaning he had to live, in case the current leader died in battle alongside his men.

Both males went to the same area, the same park, where the tree grew at an odd angle, making it perfect for climbing and sitting in, watching everything go by, watching the people who knew nothing about what was going on around them, they were lucky. However, neither male had seen the other male come or go.

Until one day, when Virgil was experiencing the loss of his good friend Logan, who had been forced to fight, and Roman had watched his best friend, Patton, die in his arms.

Both males were devastated, not knowing what to do, they went to the tree.

Both were shocked when they saw the other.

Virgil, the usually neat, well-kept angel, had red, puffy eyes, messed up hair, and his clothes were darkened in patches from the ash on his friends body that he had clung onto and cried on.

Roman stood, his eyes also red, but so were his clothes, from the stab wound in his friend.

Neither knew what to say, neither had encountered the enemy alive before, and neither knew of the other's situation

Roman found his voice first, "shouldn't you be fighting?"

"No. Shouldn't you?"

"No."

"Oh."

An awkward silence descended upon them as they looked the other up and down.

"Why are you here?" Roman asked Virgil after he had figure out where he wanted the conversation to go.

Virgil felt his eyes refill with tears, and he looked away, not wanting the other to see him in a weak state.

"I lost my friend this morning. To one of you."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I understand."

"Do you though?"

"Yes, I lost my friend to one of you, too."

"Oh, I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I wish this wasn't going on and I wish we, I, could stop it." Virgil corrected himself, silently cursing himself for slipping up.

"Why you?" Roman overlooked his error, and found himself becoming intrigued by the angel.

"My dad, he's the ruler of us."

"Oh, same for me too. I hate it down there, I don't belong, I don't fit in."

"You think I fit in up there? I hate it."

"I guess we have more in common than we thought?"

"I guess."

The two males stood talking for a while longer, not wanting to part yet, but both knowing they would have to.