A different kind of fallen angel...
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onepieceyaoi100Title: God Was Once a Boy
Pairing: Nameless Asshole/Young Ener
Rating: R (for implied attempted-rape and blood)
Words: 300
Theme: Angels/Demons
Notes: This is almost ALL artistic liberty. We don't know what really happened to Ener in the past. All we know is that he was born on the sky-island Biruka (or Bilca) and that he destroyed it 6 years before the Mugiwara crew show up in Skypeia. Everything else is from my own head.
All he had of his early memories were vague recollections of his mother’s cooking, her voice telling him he'd grow up stronger than anyone in the world. He thought it was a stupid memory to have. He wished he could remember her face.
The young angel looked like the others on his island, but his skin sparked when anyone tried to touch him. It seemed so benign, this flicker of white-gold energy, like nothing so much as the fluttering of feathers against skin. But one twitch and it could tear through even stone-cloud. Or kill a person.
Noone believed that he hadn't ever meant to kill. He'd been little and scared, and everyone was too stupid to look past the death and see that the disgusting man had wanted things from him no decent person should want from a kid. They’d driven him out anyway. Now he was bigger, and fear, confusion, hurt had become power, anger, resolve.
He couldn't be a Birukian anymore. Not while they thought they had the right to decide his fate.
The iron-cloud knife fell easily into his palm. It was awkward, but he was determined, and didn't stop even as the blood stained his arms, poured down his back. Even when he felt he might pass out, he didn't put down the knife until the shredded mess of flesh and feathers that had been his wings lay at his feet. His vision blurred then, and he dropped the blade, pressing his face into his hands, smearing blood and sweat into his skin. He let his lightning awake then, searing through him. The pain diminished, the bleeding slowed.
When he opened his eyes again, the first thing Ener saw was the ground, deeply fissured, crumbling at his feet. He smiled.
Tomorrow, they would all die.
Pairing: Nameless Asshole/Young Ener
Rating: R (for implied attempted-rape and blood)
Words: 300
Theme: Angels/Demons
Notes: This is almost ALL artistic liberty. We don't know what really happened to Ener in the past. All we know is that he was born on the sky-island Biruka (or Bilca) and that he destroyed it 6 years before the Mugiwara crew show up in Skypeia. Everything else is from my own head.
All he had of his early memories were vague recollections of his mother’s cooking, her voice telling him he'd grow up stronger than anyone in the world. He thought it was a stupid memory to have. He wished he could remember her face.
The young angel looked like the others on his island, but his skin sparked when anyone tried to touch him. It seemed so benign, this flicker of white-gold energy, like nothing so much as the fluttering of feathers against skin. But one twitch and it could tear through even stone-cloud. Or kill a person.
Noone believed that he hadn't ever meant to kill. He'd been little and scared, and everyone was too stupid to look past the death and see that the disgusting man had wanted things from him no decent person should want from a kid. They’d driven him out anyway. Now he was bigger, and fear, confusion, hurt had become power, anger, resolve.
He couldn't be a Birukian anymore. Not while they thought they had the right to decide his fate.
The iron-cloud knife fell easily into his palm. It was awkward, but he was determined, and didn't stop even as the blood stained his arms, poured down his back. Even when he felt he might pass out, he didn't put down the knife until the shredded mess of flesh and feathers that had been his wings lay at his feet. His vision blurred then, and he dropped the blade, pressing his face into his hands, smearing blood and sweat into his skin. He let his lightning awake then, searing through him. The pain diminished, the bleeding slowed.
When he opened his eyes again, the first thing Ener saw was the ground, deeply fissured, crumbling at his feet. He smiled.
Tomorrow, they would all die.
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