Traitors of the Dark

Summary: Meet Winger. Everyone's typical ordinary pushover bad girl who works for an evil god bent on destroying the world. On the outside, Winger's life isn't to bad. Besides always being beaten by the good guys, she's one of the Dark God's Soldiers, a pretty high position by all means. She's got the almost friendly but way hot Demon, Hawkine, for a friend and her loyal but fun servant, Kief, as a sort of surrogate son.

But no one ever sees her life on the inside, she won't let them. She's afraid if they knew He'd hurt them. Her secret life is really as the pet to the vicious God of the Dark who saved her from death when she was an infant but destined her for something much worse. The subject of endless beatings and mind games, how can one teen survive?

AN- Chapter title won't make sense until chapter two.

Chapter One- The Third Battle

'Only cowards hide their faces.'

The words came unbidden, bearing down on me with such force that I feared it would crush me, or worse, give away my position. "I'm not a coward." I muttered remained in my fixed position, watching the camp in the clearing, past my shield of brushes. The sun was setting, soon I would attack. My time to triumph was drawing near.

They were so ignorant of me, the Warriors of the Goddess of the Light were to busy setting up camp and gloating over having defeated a Servant of the Dark. Only the Seer, Mrai, could even sense a slight disturbance in the air. 'Pathetic. Every true warrior knows that power can be cloaked yet they ignore the fact that things lurk in the shadows.'

'Winger is the Weakest, why bother with her.'

I wasn't weak. I was smart. There was a huge difference. I bid my time, preparing for the nightfall when my powers of attack would emerge and I could easily fight.

'She's never defeated the Light Warriors before, she's not a very good warrior of the master.'

Give me a chance! I'll defeat them. But the shadows wouldn't let me be, murmuring taunts in my ear so softly and cruelly I feared I would go insane. Finally, the sun set and a shadow passed over me, darkening my wings to midnight, my eyes to navy, my skin to bronze, and my hair to a light reddish-blonde. My chance to strike was now.

"Fire." The spell blasted from my hands, destroying all in it's path. Confusion erupted immediately in the camp, all ten light warriors burst forth into the clearing. I flapped my strong wings once and took flight, gliding gently over the warriors, laughing at the mess I had made. They glared up at me, their stances weary but ready for battle. "Puh-lease. You pathetic fools can't possibly mean to battle with me now do you."

"Disarm!" Their attack mage, a young man named Cale, called. I ducked out of the way and it flew harmlessly toward the already rising moon, dieing out.

"You haven't figured it out, have you?" I laughed.

Mrai's gray eyes widened, she must have figured out what I meant. "Wait, everyone. It's Winger!"

I applauded slowly, sarcastically, "Very good Seer, ten points to you."

"If this is the same winger we faced last time then we have nothing to fear." Chase, their strongest swordsman, glared up at me, sword drawn, "She's still a pushover."

I tsked gently, "Wow, I'm hurt, really. Cut right here." I placed my hand across my heart sarcastically. "Except I'm not the same Winger you faced last time."

"Ice Storm." Raven, their black mage, cast. I deflected it and the girl was sent flying.

"Watch out." Mrai warned her fellow warriors, "Winger's changed, she's dramatically stronger."

The battle began. My cutlass materialized in my hand, glowing white with my mother's magic, my natural ability. We fought long and hard but I was outnumbered. It ended when their archer shot an arrow through one of my wings. With I cry I fell from the sky, landing in a graceless heap on the ground.

Chase laughed, "Still the same Winger, still defeat able." His words pierced deeper than the arrow wound.

"Don't think you've truly defeated me." I spat as around me became darkness.

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"You couldn't defeat them." He stated simply, coolly. I cringed at the odd calmness in his voice, knowing that the storm would soon arrive.

"Yes master." Softly I replied, tensed in my kneeling position, waiting for the first blow.

He turned to face me and knelt, his massive clawed hand wrapping gently around the back of my neck. He pulled me to my feet and began to run his fingers through my mid-back length blood-blonde hair. "I remember when I first saw you." He stated calmly, his claws still intertwining with my hair, forcing me to look up, His cold eyes bearing into mine. "An innocent child whose people had cast her out. You were hopeless when it came to training but pretty enough to keep around."

I wished he'd let go of me, my body shook so hard I feared I might fall but all my thoughts were on His claws, so casually toying with my hair, with me. "A little songbird, but then you went and changed yourself." He yanked my hair and I fell toward him, my face inches from his. Softly he whispers, "Now why did you go and do that?"

He didn't give me time to answer as his fist connected with my gut and I was sent sprawling, a heap of wings, clothes, and flesh on the floor. I don't rise, it's easier just to stay down. But He was furious with me. He walked over and grabbed my hair, dragging me up to His face again. "You had such promise when you were younger." He shrugged nonchalantly, "I guess I'll have to beat this lesson into you."

My breath came in ragged gasps as the beating continues. Finally He was done with me and left, leaving me alone on the dark stone floor of his throne room, a nightmare room of my childhood. My arm felt like it was broken and my ribs ached painfully, giving reason that they might've been broken. Other than that I feel lucky, very few cuts but my entire body was covered in bruises.

I rose, slowly, painfully, my ribs were on fire but that only fueled my determination. I had brought all this upon myself. I would not fail my master again. He had saved me from death and raised since I was a toddler I would not disappoint him again. I would defeat the Light Warriors or die trying.

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AN- So, what do you think? I'm aiming for a drama/tragedy or angst thing going on here. I'm trying to display everyone in both lights, good and bad but you'll see more of that later on.

Anyway, next chapter we go see what happened to the Light Warriors after Winger left.

~Locke~