Virgil pulled his wings close to his body, swiftly plummeting through the air like a bullet, eyes searching the shadows of the crumbling building for any place to hide.

Virgil had been camped out in an abandoned Angel city for a week or so, but today an Angel scout had spotted him, and Virgil knew that scouts meant that the front line of the Angel Army was swiftly approaching.

Unwilling to risk the chance of being discovered if he stayed, Virgil had packed up his meager belongings and began the trek through the abandoned and falling apart city when he rounded the corner and only a few feet in front of him was another demon, standing over a wounded Angel scout, hand clutching a jagged piece of glass, stained red.

Virgil had tried to quietly back away before the other Demon noticed him, but he clumsily knocked over a rock. The noise of the rock bouncing across the uneven ground which got the Demon's attention, who abandoned the downed Angel and started to stalk towards Virgil.

So he fled.

And that's how Virgil got into his current 'situation.'

Virgil flared his wings as he got close to the ground, shooting up into the free air above the decrepit buildings below. As he scanned the surrounding area, Virgil did not see the other Demon that was chasing him.

Virgil adjusted the bag fastened to his side, before angling himself to a low glide, just below the top of most of the buildings, low enough to avoid being spotted by scouts or the other demon and high enough to spot other people.

Just as Virgil felt he was safe enough to exit the city and continue on his way to the next abandoned city, the other Demon flew out of the alley directly in front of Virgil, dark green wings flaring to bring him to a halt in front of Virgil.

Virgil winced as the Demon barreled into him, hands gripping the base of his wings and forcing them into a swift spiral toward the deserted streets below.

Virgil winced as they slammed into the ground, the other Demon using his superior strength to push him into the ground, sharp rocks and shattered glass stabbing at Virgil's skin, scraping his twitching wings and writhing limbs.

"I recognize you..." The other Demon growled, a cruel smile breaking out on his face. "The King had a bounty out on you... Virgil."

Virgil stilled, feeling his face drop. The King had a bounty out on him? Virgil didn't want to know what punishments Deceit had in store for him if he was returned to the Kingdom.

The Demon leaned in, smiling lips framing a set of sharpened teeth. "I guess I'll be going home with some extra money from your bounty today, hmm?"

Virgil increased his struggles, desperately trying to free himself.

Virgil was powerless as he watched the demon, moving to keep one foot pressed down on Virgil's chest, pinning him to the ground as he picked up a long piece of wood, swinging it over his shoulder and giving a devilish grin.

"Get your beauty sleep darling." The Demon bared his sharpened teeth.

With that, the Demon swung the piece of wood, and Virgil felt it collide with the side of his skull, his head exploding with pain, his vision dimming as his head tilted back, limbs going limp.

Virgil distantly heard the other Demon curse, before the pressure on his chest was removed and the sound of the other Demon flying away rang in his ears as the distant sound of what was most likely Angel Scouts exploring the city echoed through the deserted streets.

Virgil focused on getting rid of his 'Demon Limbs', feeling his wings and tail fade, his shoulders abruptly dropping to hit the dirt where his wings had previously supported him as his fringe swung into his eyes, no longer held back by his horns.

Before Virgil could do anything more, his vision dimmed, and as he heard voices becoming louder as someone neared him, his vision went black and he felt his eyes slipping shut as he went fully limp and fell into unconsciousness.

Roman neared the still body that was lying on the side of the street.

As a way to impress his superiors, Roman had volunteered to accompany the Angel scouts that were making sure the abandoned city of L'Carla was safe for the front line of the Angel Army to pass through. Roman had assumed that it would just be a relaxing light around the deserted city, but it would seem that wasn't the case.

Lucille, the Angel scout Roman was paired with had spotted a Demon flying away from a street connecting to the one they were gliding down, and when they went to check it out Roman had spotted a body lying on the pavement.

After landing a few yards away from the unconscious form, Roman had commanded Lucille to stay back, gracefully pulling his sword from its sheath and approaching the body.

As Roman stepped around the body to inspect the person, he saw that the person was a male and appeared to be an angel, but with Demons could change their appearance, so Roman had to make sure.

"Lucille, lift his shirt," Roman commanded, using his sword to gesture to the unconscious man's back.

"What?!" Lucille squeaked, voice raising in tempo.

"To see if he was wing scars." Roman rolled his eyes, annoyed by the idiocy of his companion. "Demons can make their wings disappear. Angels can't. This guy doesn't have wings. So logically..." Roman trailed off, assuming Lucille got the point.

"Oh," Lucille replied, creeping forward to grasp a section of the unconscious man's tattered and grimy shirt collar. "Right."

Roman leaned over as Lucille pulled the man's shirt down, exposing his right shoulder blade.

Roman exhaled a sigh of disappointment.

There would be no fight for him today.

The man had wing scars on his back, probably the reason the Demon that had caused Roman and Lucille to find him had chosen him as prey.

A downed Angel is a doomed one.

Roman sighed, before sheathing his sword and picking up the man, placing an arm underneath his shoulders and one under his legs, before flaring his white and red wings, and taking to the skies, Lucille following him.

"Come on Lucille, let's get him back to the medical tent. We can give him to Patton so he and Logan can be dropped off together." Roman then turned and flapped his wings, propelling himself through the air and towards the sprawling army that waited at the city entrance.

Virgil blinked sluggishly, hearing someone talking over his head before he felt the cold wind rushing at his face as someone picked him up and took to the sky.

Unable to remain awake and alert, Virgil felt his eyes close once again, as he was taken by someone to a destination he did not know.

Hope you liked this first little chapter!

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Expect another chapter soon! (Although I have midterms Wednesday-Thursday sooo... .3.)

-Ren