Warnings: Slight lime in a few parts. All slash, so if you don't like that please leave. There some non-con too. Um...I think that's it. Oh! And RELIGIOUS ICONS! That means angels and demons folks.

Enjoy!

The Silver Wings

A small body slammed down onto the ground, curling up into himself against the pain. Long silver hair fell over his small shoulders and arm-covered face. Broken emerald eyes stared through his spiky bangs as soft whimpers filled the little room. The only illumination from the open door with the shape of a tall man standing there. The man laughed at the pathetic little boy and shut the door, taking the light with him.

The boy slowly sat up, staring at the door. His small body was gaunt with malnourishment and wracked with shivers. With a soft, scraping sound, the boy moved back against the wall, laying his head to the side as he waited without a sound. For hours, he sat motionless, his almost white skin dealt a slight glow that kept him from complete darkness. Finally someone came, but only to give him a nightly ration of water. After all, he didn’t need food to survive but they didn’t want him to be so gaunt that he would be of no use to the customers.

His name, he didn’t know. He knew nothing of identity, age…He wasn’t allowed to see himself. He knew nothing of learning or the world outside that room, the customers, and pain. He knew very little of gentleness and goodness, but he did know that he was neither of these things. He was a damned creature, they told him he was. There was no reason for them to lie to him. He didn’t even deserve to be shielded from the truth of the world. No, he knew exactly what he was. And this was fine with him. He didn’t know of any other way to be.

A small cry left his throat when a light suddenly flared on, stunning his eyes with the brightness of it. A customer was there. The door slid open as it had a hundred times before, showing his master and the customer. He stood quickly, his small body standing out against the dark stone of the cell. Silvery hair fell unkept down his back in long, straight strands matted in places. A few bruises and cuts were still healing on his mostly bare skin. The only bit of clothing he was allowed as a small covering tied low on his hips with thin straps of leather. It didn’t even reach his knees. The customer was regal in comparison.

He was an Angel, as they always were. His wings were hidden, however. The man was tall and young looking, maybe eighteen in his mortal life. His hair was beautiful and silky blue, held back by a gold barrette of fine quality. The Angel’s clothing was made of silks and soft linen of purple colors, a deep blue sash around his slim waist. His skin was flawless and light with traces of pink upon his high cheeks and drooped eyelids. His eyes were a stormy graying blue that regarded the boy without emotion. He was as beautiful as Angels could be.

"Come," he said. His voice was lush and deep with a seductive property that seemed all to natural. "I am your master now."

The boy didn’t move and his new master became agitated.

"Can you not understand my words, boy? Come now. We are to leave this dreadful place and you to live with me." Still, the boy made no movement. The blue haired angel scowled at his old master. "You have sold me a stupid demon?"

"No, of course not!" The master stormed over to the silver haired boy and grabbed his arm, glaring at the innocent green eyes. "You will obey Master Fedeth now, boy!"

He blinked once and turned his head to stare at the Angel. So that was the new master’s name. Fedeth. That would do. The old master let go of him, shoving his back lightly towards the Angel. Finally, the boy moved on his own, hesitantly stepping up to the holy being. The Angel only gave him a stern look before turning and walking down the long hallway. He didn’t even look back to see if the boy followed, which he did. The boy couldn’t help but look around at the doors lining the hall, doors to other cells and others like him. Other damned creatures. But their fates was not his concern. Now his only job in the world was to please the customer. Master Fedeth had just turned into his entire world.

"Vincent."

The boy didn’t react to the name. After all, he had never heard it before. He didn’t even register it being said until the Angel grabbed his shoulder and redirected his attention. The boy’s green eyes looked up into stormy ones without a sound.

"Vincent," the Angel said again. "I called and you did not answer."

For a long while, he only stared at the glorious creature. Then he finally spoke.

"I did not know it was me you were calling." The silver haired boy’s voice was nearly a whisper and had a scratchy tone to it as if he were ill. Master Fedeth frowned.

"You don’t know your own name?"

"No."

The Angel regarded him silently for a long while. Then he let go and started down the hall again. The boy followed all the while, without the slightest interest in disobeying. Master Fedeth lead Vincent out of the damned place, taking him into a world of warmth and light that he had seen so few times. The light stunned the green eyes and he shielded them with his hand. Master Fedeth didn’t seem to notice his discomfort.

From the dark enclosure, they walked along the narrow walkways lined with fluffy clouds of many colors. Vincent was astonished. He had never seen them by daylight. It was so beautiful…

"Vincent."

His master’s cool voice shook him out of his thoughts. The little Demon caught up with the Angel and they began to walk still. It was a while before they reached a large garden with a house in the center. Vincent gasped aloud without meaning, staring with wide eyes at the huge house. It was a palace compared to the other customers’ homes. However, a sharp look from Master Fedeth caused the demon to catch himself once more. Master Fedeth stepped through the garden without being affected at all from the hundreds of beautiful flowers and plants. Vincent could hardly contain himself. In his short life, he had never seen anything better.

The doors opened when Master Fedeth stepped up to them. Vincent followed the Angel inside, looking back to see two more demons closing the doors behind them. The two were plump and well dressed, their skin smooth with no trace of bruises or cuts, and they were clean. It seemed they were treated very well. Master Fedeth paused, looking back at them as well. Then he took Vincent’s hand, so very gently, and walked down the long hall. The walls were adorned with treasures and tapestries of red and gold, making the Master stand out all the more among the colors.

Master Fedeth’s hand left the demon’s, taking both knobs and pushing the doors in. Vincent followed him inside and was stunned to find them in a bed chamber. It was a wondrous as the rest of what he’d seen, decorated in flashes of violets and blues with hints of deep green. A large canopy bed was in the center of it all, long violet curtains handing from the golden top. The other furniture was of deep browned wood, all matching of course. Master Fedeth closed the door behind them.

Glancing back at his master, Vincent waited to be told what he was to do. But Master Fedeth only stood there, gazing at him with those cool, stormy eyes. Something in the little demon’s heart fell and he dropped his head. Silver strands fell around his shoulders, shielding his eyes. Still, the Angel didn’t move.

Vincent could feel tears welling in his eyes. Of course. That’s what he wanted. His master had only bought him for one thing. Slowly, the small hands reached down to untie the straps at his hips. At once, they were grabbed by the much finer hands of his master. Vincent could not raise his head. Clear droplets fell from his clinched shut eyes and slid down his cheeks with his shame. Master Fedeth knelt before the little demon, letting go of his hands and taking his small face into his palm. Vincent opened his emerald eyes, his vision blurred by tears. No other had made him cry like this before. Master Fedeth gently stroked his cheek with his thumb, his face mostly blank except for the slightly sad look to his eyes. Slowly, he wiped away the demon’s tears and stood again.

"There is no need of that here, Vincent," he said very softly. Vincent nodded his head, lowering it again. He dared thing such a holy creature would want him like that…? No. Of course not. A movement of Master Fedeth made him look up to watch the Angel open the doors once more. The two demons from before, one of which was well into adult hood and the other just nearly full grown, were on one knee before the Angel.

"Take Vincent. Tend his wounds, bathe him, and find something presentable for him to wear," the Angel intoned. The two demon servants both stood and bowed low from their waists to the Master before hurrying to Vincent and leading him out of the room. Vincent didn’t fight them, forcing himself to look back and lock eyes with his blue haired master.

The washroom was well lit from large skylights above. A vast tub had bubbles falling over the side, already full of warm water for a bath. The younger of the two demons, a pleasant man of small frame, gently untied Vincent’s cloth and threw it to the side before lifting the small demon and placing him inside the tub. Vincent closed his eyes, making a soft sound at the wonderful feeling of the warm water. The other demon smiled and picked up a soft brush and leaning the child forward to begin cleaning him. Vincent didn’t protest or move at all for that matter, completely succumbing to this wonderful experience. The older demon was never harsh with him and used a soft, low voice to speak with. He was pleasant sounding and kind.

"Your name…" the child whispered suddenly. The demon smiled at him.

"Hoshi," he replied. Vincent nodded ever so slightly.

"Hoshi," he repeated with a grin. Hoshi laughed softly. Soon, Vincent was cleaned and his hair fully washed, the silver locks gleaming. Hoshi lifted the small demon out and wrapped him in a warm fluffy towel. Then he picked him up again and carried Vincent into an adjacent room. It was a bedroom, not nearly as extravagant as Master Fedeth’s, but very nice none the less. Hoshi set him on one of the two soft beds as the eldest demon returned with clothing for him.

"Thank you, Tsuki," Hoshi said with a soft smile. The elder demon ignored him, glancing at Vincent before leaving. Hoshi wrapped Vincent’s long hair in the towel and helped him dress. First was a soft white shirt that hung almost to his knees and covered his arms. Over this went a tight, lace up vest made of black leather. Black pants finished the look and his feet were left bare, as was the style. Hoshi let Vincent’s hair out of the towel and picked up a brush before starting to gentle task of combing the silver locks. Soon, Vincent’s silky hair was completely free of matting, knots, and other such bad things. Hoshi carefully tired it near the base of his neck with a dark ribbon.

"There you are," he said softly, turning Vincent to face a mirror. "You look civilized now."

Vincent stared at his reflection. Never before had he seen himself. With wide eyes, the demon reached out and touched the image, gasping softly when his fingers met glass.

"Is that…is that me?" asked the child with astonishment. Hoshi laughed quietly.

"It is," he said, "and you are beautiful, little one."

Vincent glanced up at the elder demon, but there was nothing but kindness and that happy smile upon Hoshi’s face. Slowly, Vincent smiled back.

It took a very short time for Vincent to get used to his new home. The Master was hardly there as he was of high class and had things to take care of. The young demon didn’t mind though. He had Hoshi and Tsuki to keep him company, though the eldest didn’t much care to converse with him. Tsuki preferred to be left alone, which was exactly what Vincent did. Hoshi, on the other hand, was patient and loving to the child, teaching him all he needed to know to be a good servant to Master Fedeth. He kept the rooms spotless and cared for the plants, and also started learning to cook as Hoshi did, in a manner that the Master liked. Vincent idolized the Master. His love for the Angel was unquestioned only days after he arrived. Master Fedeth was his savior and Vincent would do all he could to pay him back for his kindness.

"Hoshi-san?" Vincent asked one night when all the chores were done and waiting for the Master had begun.

"Yes, Vincent?" Hoshi was sitting on a large couch in the servant’s quarters. The rooms seemed almost another house entirely, though they were still as lavish as all the rest of it.

"Hoshi-san…how did you get here?"

The elder demon sat back with a thoughtful expression. "Master Fedeth bought me, of course. I was a little older then you when he did." The demon gained a soft expression. "My master was beating me. Master Fedeth saw this and…well, he stopped it and bought me right then and there. I’ve been with him ever since."

Vincent stared at him in awe. "Master Fedeth is really something, isn’t he?"

"Yes," said Hoshi with a laugh, "he is!"

"What about Tsuki? Did the Master save him also?"

Hoshi frowned and closed his eyes. "Tsuki was a gift."

"Oh.."

The subject was left at that. Neither had the will to go further. A few minutes later, the elder demon himself stepped into the doorway.

"The Master is home," he said stiffly, eyeing the two youths before turning to go and meet Master Fedeth. Hoshi and Vincent both got up and followed him. They stopped in the inner hall, the older two taking the doors and opening them as the Master walked through. He was visibly distressed, his hair disheveled and clothing all wrong. Vincent only stared at him as the Angel snapped an order not to be disturbed before retiring to his room. The three servants were bewildered, but Tsuki merely closed the doors.

"Off to bed," he ordered. The other two, of course, did as he said.

* * * *

Months went quickly at the Master’s house. Vincent grew tall and strong, fed by the love and affection he had known nothing about before. His life was easy and happy, hours filled with things to do and a Master to care for. The Angel was an amazingly kind man, even if he refused to show it. He made sure that the demons of his household were educated, something unheard of in Heaven.

The only time Vincent saw how other demons were treated was when guests at the Home brought their own servants. None were as well off as Vincent. Often they were scarred and bruised, sometimes so gaunt that they nearly broke. The demons were always fearful of their masters and worked themselves into exhaustion just to please them. It sickened Vincent completely that they were treated no better then animals. He didn’t understand then that to most Angels, demons were animals.

The most frequent visitor to the Master’s home was a man known only as Kya. There was no telling what Kya was. He certainly wasn’t an Angel, but his status was so high that Vincent had trouble thinking him a demon. No servants ever accompanied Kya to the Home, nor did he ever appear when another was present. Master Fedeth always looked so very happy when the strange dark man arrived. Vincent noticed this with surprised the first time Kya came. Kya was a tall man with a slightly skinny waist but strong body, muscle plainly etched upon his form. He was a warrior and a good one at that, though so very kind when he was there. He would even smile at the little demon, who was rapidly leaving childhood behind.

One night, while Kya was staying at the Home, Vincent thought to bring tea to the Master and his guest. He made the tea in a small pot and carried it up on a platter with milk, sugar, and two glasses. A table by the door was where he set the platter while he opened the door to bring it in. What he saw stopped him. His master was in the arms of Kya, held off balance as the taller man ravaged the Angel’s mouth with his own. The little demon couldn’t move and only stared as Kya led the angel back onto the bed, gently pushing him back onto it without breaking their kiss. Vincent wrenched himself away from the sight and closed the door quietly. Without a word, he carried the tea back down to the kitchen. Hoshi was there waiting.

"I should have warned you," he said. Vincent shook his head.

"No, I should have realized," he answered. Hoshi cocked his head to the side.

"And?"

"And what? There’s nothing to tell."

The older demon laughed. "Ah, I see now. You’ve turned as green as your eyes."

"And what’s that suppose to mean?!" Vincent cried, glaring at him. Hoshi chuckled.

"Nothing, Vincent…absolutely nothing…"

* * * *

Years passed. Vincent grew older and wiser, staying with his Master through it all and loving him all the more. The silver haired demon was fully grown and as stunning as ever. He was still small with a soft, nearly child face. His skin was smooth and nearly alabaster and his long silver hair reached his knees and was always braided. Vincent was long and thin, though that would never change. Master Fedeth told him of the many offers he had gotten to purchase the demon and refused. Vincent could only smile at this and whisper each time, ‘they are all mistaken in my value.’ It was at this time that the demon’s life took a sudden turn.

"You’re free."

Vincent turned and looked at the Master with confusion. "What, Master?"

"You’re free now. I’ve lifted your bonds." Fedeth looked so very vulnerable at that moment. He looked as if he had broken, the proud angel now gone. His limbs were shaky and he had been steadily getting to this. The Angel was hurting, but Vincent could never think of why. Slowly, his stormy eyes lowered to the ground and Vincent dropped the brush he was holding to come to his side and take the Angel’s hand.

"Master-"

"I am not your master anymore," Fedeth whispered with a strange, almost angry tone to his soft voice.. "You…You, Hoshi, and Tsuki…you’re all free now."

"I will not leave you," Vincent said determinedly. Fedeth lifted his head and stared at the demon. Vincent frowned a little, worry filtering into his features. "Don’t make me leave you, Master…I couldn’t bare it if something happened to you…"

Fedeth smiled and reached up to wipe away tears Vincent hadn’t even noticed had been falling. The demon continued to watch his former master, whom he had been with for most of his life. Slowly, Vincent slipped his arms around the Angel and hugged him close, his head settling onto the Angel’s shoulder. Fedeth’s body seized up, but he didn’t move to push the demon away.

"Master," the demon whispered, "I can’t leave you…"

Fedeth’s reply was soft and kind as always. "That is why, Vincent…that is why you must."

Vincent pulled away. After a few moments, he finally spoke again though his voice was unsteady.

"I shall come if ever you call me," he said. "I will be at your side when you need."

Fedeth smiled. "I know."

Leaving his master was the hardest thing Vincent had ever had to endure. But nevertheless, it was what the Master wished and Vincent could not go against that. Fedeth gave him what he needed before sending the young demon out. Vincent stopped only once in the garden to look back and see Fedeth still staring back at him with tears falling from those gray-blue eyes.

* * * *

The next years were filled with war and pain. A rogue demon group had tried to taken possession of the Heavens. Now, no Angel could trust a demon they saw. All demons were cast from heaven and thrown onto the Earth and the demon homelands to live, including young Vincent. The silver haired demon was quite useless when it came to fighting, but a group of demons still took him in under the promise that he would learn. They taught him all they knew of battle and gave him a weapon. It was a long scythe made of a beautiful almost gold metal. Stones were set in the center of the blade and the handle, which was as tall as he, was strong and wrapped in tight black leather. Vincent soon was one of the best in the clan, but refused ownership when they asked. He told them of his servitude with the Angel Fedeth, and they were amazed. Freeing a demon? That was more unheard of them educating one!

Vincent was caught in battle when the call he had been yearning for finally came. His scythe easily cut through an angelic soldier, causing the creature to scream hideously as he fell. Vincent looked up. He had not heard the soldier. In his mind, he heard the scream of his Master. Vincent left the battle and his clan, racing back for his Master’s home, where he hoped it still was.

The Master’s home was in shambles. The gardens were barren where not ablaze and the house torn apart. There was a smell of death in the area and indeed, bodies of both Kinds littered the ground. Vincent screamed his master’s name until his throat was raw and he picked through the rubble, but there was no answer but the crackling of fire and a lone demon standing atop the remains of a rooftop.

"Fedeth has gone!"

Vincent growled and lunged at the other demon, his wings opening at once from his back to carry him through the air.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY MASTER?!" he screamed, bringing his scythe around to strike. The other demon grabbed his hood and threw it down. Vincent stopped immediately in the air. "K-Kya-san?!"

The older demon nodded. He was cut and bleeding, but the worst of it was that his kind face was glistening with tears. Vincent landed next to him and put the scythe away.

"Kya-san, what happened here?" the younger whispered. Kya closed his eyes.

"Demons attacked…Fedeth fled," he answered softly. "Then Angels came to plunder the house…I killed them…"

Vincent’s eyes snapped wide as he stared at the hundreds of angelic bodies. They vastly outnumbered the demonic. Slowly, the green eyes turned to Kya in a mixture of horror and awe. The demon was deadlier then he ever imagined. But he was so heartbroken.

"Where is Master Fedeth now?" Vincent asked at last.

"Earth, I think," said Kya miserably. "But how can he survive Earth? Only the humans and the strongest of the other races dare go there.."

"He is strong," Vincent whispered. "My master…He is strong. He will not fall on Earth."

"I truly hope so," Kya said as he closed his eyes and ran a hand through his messy black hair. "I don’t…I don’t think I could bare if… he were ever to leave me…"

"He loves you." Kya looked at the other demon. Vincent’s gaze was down, his silvery bangs covering his eyes. "He loves you more then he could love another, I think…"

Kya’s face softened at the silver haired demon. "They say that any who look upon him fall in love. Is it true?"

Vincent didn’t answer him.

The months that followed were used by the two on Earth, hunting for Fedeth. They searched for any sign at all that he had passed, and listened to any with information on the blue haired angel. One day, Kya left Vincent to search alone. The younger demon did not slow in his own attempt. He was as skinny as he had been as a child in the strange house of the Damned and was almost painful to look at now. The demon paid himself no heed and plunged headlong into finding his master, though it was all in vain. One day, he was snatched from everything.

Vincent opened his eyes. He was in a strange place, almost all white, and laying on a soft bed. He tried to get up, only to find his wrists and ankles restrained with heavy chains. A soft laugh filtered through the room as Vincent struggled.

"Who the hell are you?!" the demon cried. The laugh only continued. Vincent growled in his throat and fought harder, his wrists and ankles beginning to bleed as his skin was cut through by the tight metal rings. "Bastard! Let me go!"

A figure stepped out. He was dark with large wings behind him and a blood colored symbol on his breast. The figure was dark haired but that was about all Vincent could tell about him. He was dressed in a dark blue cowl that covered most of his face and shoulders, and wide pants with a long sword strapped around his waist. All together, he looked exotic but there was a strange deadliness of him.

"Vincent," he said softly, still chuckling. The demon glared at him.

"Who are you and what the hell do you want with me?!"

The man laughed. "Spirited! Then it won’t break you."

"Break me?!" There was something in the man’s voice that made Vincent want to panic. Suddenly, the dark haired man hit the demon hard on the head. Vincent’s vision swam before going black.

Vincent awoke with the sign of the Vengence Demon Clan burned onto his right cheek and chest. His powers had been completely stripped, as was most of the free will he had ever possessed. The other Vengence demons put him through rigorous training, forcing him to start his new profession: Murdering of ‘evil’ spirits. His orders came always from one who he never saw, always in his mind. He was given a time and mental picture, expected to finish the job within hours.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Vincent thrashed, the bindings digging into his skin. Blood was making its way across him from long, deep slashes across his back rivers of scarlet that stood out so vividly on his paleness. The silver hair was flung this way and that in mats and tangles, sweat soaked strands sticking to his shoulders, neck, and back. The demon cried out again as pain flooded his being, his back arched as if to ward it away in futility. The whip hit again and again, grabbing a pain filled scream each time until the demon could not feel it anymore and hung limply. A voice suddenly ordered the whipping to stop and one stepped forward. Vincent didn’t have the strength to raise his head. The other demon did it for him, grabbing his chin roughly and jerking his head up. Vincent opened his green eyes and gasped aloud.

"K-Kya-san," he whispered. The other demon regarded him blankly.

"Let him down," Kya finally called back to the others. They raced to do his bidding and Vincent was released, only to collapse against the older man. Kya gently lifted him. "Gomen na, Vincent. If I had known it was you who were screaming so, I would have come earlier."

"Iie," the smaller demon whispered as he clutched onto the front of Kya’s robes. "It’s okay.."

Kya nodded and carried him back to his own room. It was as bare as any of the other Vengence Clan dorms, only adorned with a bed. Kya laid Vincent down carefully, frowning at the hiss the other demon emitted when his back came in contact with the rough material. Ever so gently, Kya turned him over to survey the damage. Vincent’s back was slashed countless times, the ripped lines crossing and re-crossing each other to become a senseless mess. The older demon sighed heavily and fished around in his pack before producing a bottle of healing some salve from it. Vincent hissed lightly as the cool cream touched his bleeding back, but the pain wore off into a warm though numb feeling that left him craving sleep. Kya gently rubbed the cream into the wounds, watching as the began to close up before his eyes. After that, he continued to massage the younger demon’s back until Vincent succumbed to sleep.

"Vincent," Kya said softly as he brushed silver strands from the young man’s face. "You’re so young….far too young to understand all this."

Slowly, Kya stood, frowning. "It’s a pity you aren’t older. You might have enjoyed some things that will be done…"

* * * *

When Vincent woke up, he was sore but the blinding pain was gone. He lifted himself up slowly, glancing about. Kya’s room. There was no change it in from before except…

Vincent jerked up, his eyes wide as he heard a pain filled scream fill the corridor. The same voice cried out again before falling into sobs. Without another second, Vincent leapt from the bed clad only in ripped and bloodied black pants and ran from the room. He recognized that voice, for he had heard it so many times before.

"MASTER FEDETH!" Vincent yelled, running down the halls as nothing more then a black and silver streak. The screams grew louder as Vincent ran on, not heeding the tears that were now rushing down his cheeks. At last he came to a door and rammed it with his shoulder, knocking it down in one try. Kya jerked his head up and stared with wide eyes. Fedeth lay beneath him, panting and bloody with an unseeing gaze. Vincent lost all control and rushed at the larger demon, knocking him away from the Angel as he proceeded to beat the shit out of him. Other demons tried to stop him, but Vincent batted them all away. Vincent grabbed a knife from one of the other demons and threw his arm back to strike the deadly blow but-

"Vincent…"

The silver haired demon didn’t move, nor did his enemy. The just above a whispered voice pleaded once more.

"Vincent…don’t…"

The knife dropped from his hand as Vincent rose up. Kya lay still, too mangled to move. Slowly, the small demon stepped over to take his Master into his arms and leave the wretched place, back towards Heaven. Fedeth shuttered and curled up against him, murmuring regrets and apologies he did not have to utter. The next day, the place was in shambles with demonic bodies all around and no killer left.

"Vincent," Fedeth whimpered, opening his eyes for the first time in days. The demon was laying next to him on top of the bed sheets, curled up and asleep. Fedeth watched him sleep for a long while, not daring to move. Slowly, the Angel closed his eyes again. It was a long while before either were up.

* * * *

Months later, Fedeth had disappeared again and Vincent was sent to comb the Earth while killing his victims and soiling his hands with more innocent blood.

A/N: So, how'd you like it? This was just the history of Vincent (one of my RPG characters) that I had the urge to write. Other histories might pop up some day but probably not. This seemed to take too long. Um....So, just R/R please. I'd love to hear your thoughts on my stories.

ALSO! Please point out my mistakes! It's the only way I'll be a good writer!

Bai bai now!