Angel mark

"Are you sure of what you're saying legion?" Within a large, dark and evil dimension, burning with fire and brimstone, a huge throne could be seen mounted up in the middle of the realm, and a lofty figure sat, holding unto a long and black scythe.

The figure looked humanoid, however, half of his body was an ugly skeletal frame, as a huge black cloak covered his body.

Peering into the distance, the figure was seemingly lost in thought when a figure appeared in front of the throne in a burst of hell fire and knelt in respect.

After hearing the information being relayed by the demonic entity before him, the figure's eyes widened in shock, as it's eye balls dilated in their sockets.

"We are sure my Lord. We saw it with our own eyes. It was the power of Pride." The demonic entity respectfully said.

"Lucifer, Lucifer, even after getting exiled beyond the source wall, you still want to foil my plans. I've hunted down and killed all of your offspring, yet more and more keep emerging from the shadows. But doesn't matter, I will feast on their meat and drink their blood!!" The figure soliloquized, as the demonic entity with the figure of a huge bull looked on respectfully.

"Well done legion." The one on the throne said with a chuckle. "You deserve a promotion." "Bang!" The figure said, before slamming the butt of the scythe unto the ground hard. Instantly, an enormous power entered the power of the demonic entity called legion, as it screamed out in pain.

"As the God king of the domain of hell, I anoint you the new envoy of Wrath! The power of endless strength." The figure on the throne said.

After a few minutes, the demonic entity rose up, breathing fire from its nose. It's body had changed dramatically, becoming even bigger and more imposing.

"I want you to hunt down the last descendant and bring me his corpse with the power I've granted to you." The figure spoke.

"Yes! Legion lives to serve the God king." The demon replied, before varnishing in a burst of hell fire.

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....21st August, 2021....

Lemuel got up from bed with an exhausted yawn. Fortunately for him, he could sleep in today, because it was a Saturday. He was bare chested and wore only pants to sleep last night.

"Uhhhh mom!!!!" Standing in front of the mirror, his eyes widened in shock, as he saw the bluish flame like tattoos on his arms, shoulders and chest. "Lemuel! Lemuel! What is it?!" Suddenly Orithia caned rushing into his room as she saw him standing and shivering.

"Oh it's your angel mark." She suddenly heaved a sigh of relief as she saw the intricately designed tattoos on his body. "It's alright son, your dad had one, though it wasn't on his arms, but on his...." She began to think, as a faint blush crept up to her cheeks.

"Mom, does it come off?" He asked as he picked up his towel and tried to rub off the tattoos. " Not that I know of." She smiled teasingly. " But I think you look good." She smiled and patted his hair.

"Anyway, breakfast is ready, hurry up and come down." She smiled and walked away while laughing, leaving Lemuel who grunted in annoyance.

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After a few minutes of trying to scrub the tattoos of his body, with no results, he gave up and walked out of the bathroom unwillingly, before putting on a black sweatshirt and pants. The most annoying thing was that, he realized that the tattoos were all over his thighs, down to his legs.

After dressing up, he walked to the dinning room and sat opposite his mom and began to eat. "Mom, what is the purpose of the tattoos?" He asked with a mouth full of chicken.

"Your father told me once that it represented the divine concept each angel represented. As for what it can really do, I have no idea." Orithia said, as she bit on a steak.

"So what is your concept?" Orithia asked as he frowned. "I don't know. The only angelic power I've awakened is my wings, and a power which calls itself Pride." He shook his head before saying.

"Pride?" She said, as the fork in her hand dropped to the table.

"Yeah Pride." He nodded. "Can you show me?" She asked with an unnatural expression.

"Sure mom." Lemuel nodded and lifted his eyes, and instantly they turned blood red for a split second, and before Orithia could realize, the fork on the table was tightly clenched in her hand.

"It allows me to impose my will on living beings." He said with a smile.

"Pride is uhh not an angelic power. It is one of the seven sins." She placed the fork in her hand down and calmed down.

"What do you mean?" Lemuel asked. "Never use the power of Pride again, unless you have to Lemuel, promise me." She held his hand and looked at him earnestly.

"Fine, I promise." Unable to refuse, he could only nod and continue eating.

"Let's change the topic. " Orithia said and heaved a huge sigh. "Have you tried out your wings?" She asked him.

" I haven't. But I plan on doing that today." Lemuel smiled and said, as Orithia patted his head. "Do you remember the concealing spell I thought you?" She looked at him as he thought for a moment and nodded.

"Use that when you fly, we don't want to attract attention to ourselves." Orithia said and left to her room, as Lemuel frowned. He could tell something wasn't right with how she was acting, but didn't want to ask.

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After eating his meal, he washed the dishes before cleaning and left the house. Walking to a huge abandoned warehouse, he entered and began doing some light stretches.

"Alright, let's see what these babies can do." Seeing as no one was around, he dropped the stoic face and let out a smile, before flexing his shoulder muscles.

Instantly a pair of pure white wings burst out of his back, as they flapped a little, causing the dust on the ground to rise.

"Okay let's see, how does this work..." He muttered and began flexing his muscles, waiting for the wings to move on their own.

"I gotta control it like one of my arms." He said, before moving his arms around to get a feel. The next moment, he controlled the wings and ordered them to flap.

"Whooo! Whooo!" Winds began to stir, as he took a step forward. Instantly, his body disappeared and reappeared a couple of meters away, as he dragged his feet along to stabilize himself.

"Umm okay."! He was surprised a bit, as he let out a slight chuckle and took another step forward. This time, his body disappeared and reappeared, before he slammed into a wall face first.

He rubbed his nose, turned around and moved again and again, as he disappeared and reappeared severally.

"Is it teleportation or am I moving too fast?" He asked himself, as he kept on repeating the action several times until he got the hand of a short dash.

"I need to practice a long dash, and then practice flying." He smiled and folded the wings before walking out.

"~Ferh teth mehketh~" Walking outside, he placed brought his fingers together into a finger gun shaped hand seal, before murmuring. Instantly, his body turned incorporeal, and unsusceptible to the naked eye. His mom told him he had an unnatural talent for magic when he was young, so he had made sure to practice a lot of spells with her.

Walking to an empty alley, he unfolded his wings, before leaned forward and took the first step. "Boom!" Suddenly, he heard a sonic boom, before his body was hurled forward so fast, before he crashed into a nearby building.

"It's a good thing I remembered to use the concealing spell." He sighed, before getting into another stance and blasting forward. His body was propelled several meters forward in the blink of an eye, as he forcefully maneuvered himself around the innocent bystanders.

"Hahahaha! I'm doing it." He smiled as he rushed forward, unto a small farm and began to run like the wind.

After a few minutes of running, he double tapped his feet on the ground, before leaping into the sky, using his wings to propel himself as far as he could.

He blasted into the sky like a projectile, as he pierced through clouds like a spear.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Peace.