Beautiful Spirit (demon x angel) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 2 ~ How... What... Where?!

Hey... Like Von's face? It's pretty cute in my opinion :} Von's eyes are supposed to be a very light grey and his hair is supposed to be black and have a tint of red though :P everything else about the face is perfect for this character though :)

Chapter 2~

I sat down on my mattress and took off my shoes. I caught my reflection in the mirror out of the corner of my eye and looked at my necklace. I looked straight at it and saw the wing move. "...?" I raised one of my brows and cocked my head to the side. It moved a second time. I shook my head and thought it was just an illusion. I walked up to my wardrobe and grabbed some cotton shorts. I put them on and hid my chocolate in my wardrobe. I looked in the mirror and let my hair down. I walked over to the small, circle window on one of my walls and opened it. I laid down on my bed and looked up and screamed. "WHO ARE YOU AND WHY DO YOU HAVE WINGS?!" There was a guy with black angel wings and he was hovering above me.

"Hey, I'm from hell." The guy said. He came down and stood next to my mattress. He had no shirt on, was wearing black leather pants, and had black hair with a red tint to it. His skin was tan but not dark.

"You didn't answer my question." I said, scooting away from the man with wings.

"Actually, I did answer why I have wings." He stated. I stood up and looked for anything I could use for a weapon.

"Yeah, sure. But, you have angel wings." I said. He shook his head.

"You do realize Satan was originally an angel right? We have black wings where the other angels have white." He explained. I understood but I still didn't know his name.

"I still don't know your name." I said.

"I can't tell you that. I can tell you my last name though." He said. I raised a brow. "Lucifer." My eyes widened and was rapidly looking for a weapon while he walked towards me. "You know, you're reacting completely different from other people who I appear in front of. Normally, people are stupid enough to try and hit me but," he vanished into black and red dust and appeared behind me. "I can do that." He whispered into my ear, his hot breath touching my skin and burning it. I whipped around and he disappeared again. I gulped and ran my hand through the dust he turned into. As soon as I touched it, it turned into gold dust. "Well, that's weird. Normally it would turn brown when a human touches it..." He had appeared behind me again and was looking over my shoulder. He took a red notebook out of his pocket and opened it and his eyes widened. "No way. But, you're supposed to be dead!" My eyes widened.

"Uh, I don't know what you're talking about." I said as I turned around and backed away from him.

"Oh, let me explain. Since hell took over The Veil or heaven or what ever you call where gods and goddesses live, the Veil family had been killed by demons. So had all the normal goddesses, gods, and angels, making them extinct except for the one angel that hadn't been kept alive for purposes that shall not be named. The Veil family were people who could turn that dust into silver. Normal angels, gods, and goddesses could only change it into white dust. The Veil family had a daughter who was I guess, 'special', and she could turn that dust gold because her blood was one quarter demon. It was because when she was just a newborn angel/goddess Satan had cursed her with the power of a Lucifer. Or, now it's a blessing. But, she was the only person who could turn anyone's dust into gold. But... She's dead." The guy said. My eyes widened.

"But... I don't know anything about this! I'm not an angel or goddess or whatever! I'm just a normal girl who looks ugly and everyone hates. I'm normal. I AM NORMAL." I said, panicking. The guy just smirked.

"Then why are you glowing." I rushed to the mirror and my eyes looked as if they were sparkling. My hair was shining and my skin was glowing. My nails were black with a hint of red and gold. "The black and red comes from Satan." I started hyperventilating. I backed up from my own reflection and looked at myself like I was... Like I was a monster.