Hello!

My parents are out and the muse hit me so I actually managed to write a new story! It was supposed to be a one shot, but knowing me this just couldn't happen, right? Anyways, this won't have more than three chapters (I hope so at least) and I don't know how fast I'll update!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Shingeki No Kyojin (unfortunately). And no Beta! All mistakes are my fault!

Pairing: Levi/Eren

Enjoy!

It was forbidden.

The meetings, the touches.

It was high treason.

It could cost him his wings but here he was, being pressed into the wall by the demon king himself.

Sharp claws scratched his naked chest, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave red marks and elicit a gasp from the young angel.

The marks and bruises would heal immediately but the demon king continued to mar the perfect skin.

Eren had fallen, not from grace, but for the man in front of him.

Levi.

Four letters that put every being in a state of pure terror. No one dared to say that name afraid to anger one of the higher angels, or even worse, the man himself.

A once strong angel, no, the angel's strongest soldier, falling.

He was the very first angel to fall and lose his grace. He had started to doubt, started to ask questions, even going as far as to accuse the higher ups of manipulation, of pulling the strings and controlling the angels like marionettes. So they took his grace and burnt his wings. His once beautiful, silver wings burnt down, every single feather, one by one, burning the patch of skin that connected him to his wings. But the pain was nothing compared to the feeling of his grace leaving him. In all the time he had existed, all the battles he had fought, this was the most excruciating pain he had ever experienced.

Once an angel falls there is no way to get it back. It gets burnt along with the wings, but on that day, the angels had made the mistake to keep the grace of their strongest soldier.

It had been years, maybe two or three hundred years, that he was walking on earth. He may have fallen but he wasn't human. Earth was a dirty place, it disgusted him. People stole, raped and killed. And this is what they were supposed to protect? They fought over gold and power, killed whole races just because they had a different culture. Within these years the place where his grace used to be got replaced by something dark, something evil. Heaven had immediately felt the difference and the danger it brought.

They couldn't let this man wander on earth, he couldn't walk among the mortals, so they condemned him to spend the rest of eternity in the underworld.

They gave him something to rule, something to distract him from the mortals on earth. They thought that it had worked but soon they realized the fatal mistake they had made.

Poor, misled souls were turned into demons. There was nothing human about them. They showed no mercy, no regret, found entertainment in the pain they caused. The only thing that showed that they once were human were their names, their memories. Gunther, Erd, Auruo and Petra. These four were the first, the most cruel demons. Everywhere they went they left a state of decay.

Years passed and the angels didn't know what to do. They had put Levi away to protect humanity from this monster but he had still managed to fill the world with terror.

Even though his demons did the same thing that he had found so disgusting about humanity, he did nothing. All he did was watch them, waiting for something.

Nobody knew what he was waiting for but the angels decided that it was time to do something against the dark king.

Within only a few hundred years the demon king had become so powerful that the world the angels were supposed to protect was slowly drowning in its own blood without him even moving a finger.

So the war had begun. War between heaven and hell. Suddenly the demons possessing the people's bodies turned into giants with twisted limbs and maniac grins. They continued to kill humanity but also fought the angels. Thousand of angels shot down from the sky in their green robes, their angel blades glinting in the sun, gliding through the air. It was nearly impossible to kill an angel, and only a few knew, and Levi was one of them.

Every day, for hundreds of years, thousands of demons and angels died.

The demons bodies weren't the only thing that changed. The place where his wings had been was still burnt, it just refused to heal, a daily reminder of what he once was and why he was doing this. His long, slender finger could turn into claws, perfect for fighting his enemies. They were sharper than any angel blade could ever be. His tongue had turned black, his teeth sharp, the skin beneath his eyes had turned into some kind of scales, red, a reminder of the shed tears in the first hundred years after losing his grace. Even now it still hurt. And his eyes had turned from their bright blue to a steely silver, showing nothing but coldness. They changed colors. When he was fighting, his irises turned into a deep crimson. When he was lusting, his eyes turned completely black, not leaving one speck of white.

In all these years after his fall he had never stepped outside. He knew that angels were guarding the exit for him, and he also knew that he could kill them all with no effort.

He wanted to humiliate them. Wanted to show them what he could do even if they trapped him in hell.

To him, the angels were being foolish. How could they ever think they could cage him? He had won wars that seemed impossible to win. He had been the strongest soldier of them all. And how did they repay him? Throwing him out of heaven just because he had doubts, because he had cared for the other angels. And now they were fighting him.

A smirk crept onto his face. They were scared. Scared of him returning to heaven, making them pay. So they tried to kill him. The guards could do nothing against him, he knew that. The fact that he was looking down at their dead bodies, his hands bloodied, was enough.

But today things would change. Things would actually get interesting. He had heard his demons talk, heard the frightened whispers. A boy, Eren, he was the angels last hope.

Eren.

Apparently that boy had taken down more demons in the past few years than the others had in the past few hundreds. Levi didn't even care about the demons he lost, they were dirty creatures. His four best demons being the exception. He had made sure they wouldn't be like the rest when he tortured their souls, forming their demons.

But now he was coming for Levi, because they were too scared to kill him themselves.

This time, the demon king smiled. They obviously underestimated him, it almost hurt.

He was king of hell for a reason.

So he stood in a deserted area, waiting for that kid.

His eyes had already turned into a deep red just by thinking of the fight that was about to come. He hadn't had a good fight in ages. And of course the boy wouldn't come alone. Hundreds of angels shot from the sky, flying towards him, their blades ready in their hands. But again, he wasn't king of hell for no reason.

Within a short time he had killed them all.

A sound caught his attention and he turned his head.

There, in a green robe and an angel blade in each hand stood Eren. He had the greenest eyes Levi had ever seen.

His glowing red eyes turned into black within seconds.

He didn't hesitate one second when he had neared the boy, never breaking eye contact.

Oh how glad he was that they had sent this boy after him.

I hope you enjoyed it and that it wasn't too boring!

Should I continue this or leave it be?

Reviews are always appreciated c:

Until next time~