Waking Up

3rd Pov

Flashback-

"Grayfia, I want you to get far away from here. If the war falls into this territory, if the devils find out about us, you could be- mmph!" I was cut off by Grayfia's lips connecting with mine. Without thinking, I grab her waist and pull her closer. She let out a small noise of surprise before deepening the kiss. Much to my disappointment, she then pulled away. "Kanji, don't worry about where the battle is, or where it will go. Just worry about coming back to me alive, my love." She said with a dazzling smile.

Those words echoed through my head. "Come back alive. Alive. Love..." Images flashed through my head. Images from the battlefield. Images from our past.. A strong pain started to swell up in my head. 'Why.. why you Grayfia?!' The pain started growing more intense as the images went faster, more of them becoming the same one from the battle. (Cringe. I know.)

"Damn idiot... She never loved you..." An eery voice whispered.. 'Shut up..' "Don't you remember? She's the one that got you killed.." The voice whispered again with a snicker. 'I said shut up..' "HAHAHA! SHE ONLY PRETENDED TO LOVE YOU FOOL! A DEVIL AND AN ANGEL IN LOVE?! YOU TRULY ARE CURSED!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He shouted, finally regaining his conscious. He took heavy breaths as he tried to calm down. "Just. Shut up..." he no longer felt the pain in his body so he looked down at his stomach, only to see the swords replaced by 2 scars. He takes a look at his surroundings and see that he is no longer surrounded by bodies. Instead, It looks as if He's in a castle. Marble walls, large bed, and pictures of almost completely naked women. 'So my savior is a rich pervert. What could possibly go wrong?'

He traced his fingers over the scars, numerous emotions swirling around him. Confusion. Anger. Sadness. 'How the hell am I alive?' "Finally awake, huh sleeping beauty?" A familiar voice spoke from behind the 'angel'. 'Damn... I wish I just died.' He says with a quiet sigh. Turning around with a wide smile, he greeted his 'savior'. "Azazel.. How are you.." Kanji says with forced smile. Introducing the leader of the fallen angels, Azazel. Also known as the biggest asshole the angel knows.

Kanji pov

Azazel. Azazel is a tall man appearing to be in his twenties with an average build, black hair, golden bangs and black goatee. Despite being a fallen Angel, he's not a bad guy. A little crazy, sure, but not evil. In fact, the first time I met him, he asked to run some tests on me, just because he thought I look too feminine for a man. Believe it or not, we were actually friends before this whole war started.

"Heh, I should be the one asking you that Kanji. After all. You've been asleep for a while." Azazel chuckles as my eyes widen in surprise. 'Damn! I can't be MIA during a fucking war!' I sprout my wings, ready to fly out of a nearby window, until a hand grabs by shoulder. I turn around to surprisingly see Azazel with a complete serious look on his face. "Kanji. First of all, are you really going to go out looking like that?" I take a step back and look down. I'd been completely stripped of all but a pair of underwear. "You think I give a damn about what I wear! I'll fight naked if I have to!" I shout, smacking away his hand.

Azazel sighed and shook his head. "I know Kanji, and as hilarious as it would be to see that, I didn't mean how you're dressed." He said with a frown, looking at my wings. I turn to get a nice look at them, only for my heart to sink. They were pitch black. Not an ounce of holy magic could be felt from them. "What the hell..." was all I could choke out. I started sweating profusely and my mouth went dry as my fear and sadness, soon became anger. I grit my teeth, trying to stay as calm as possible. "Azazel... What did you do to me?" I could see him keeping his composure as he calmly replied. "I did nothing but keep you alive, old friend. Your little friend inside you is why you're like this."

My curse, The Dark Spear. It's Slowly consuming my sanity. Or at least it was. My holy magic was all that kept me from going insane, but now... Who knows. Last time I was lost to the Dark Spear, I lashed out at everything, comrade or not. This time it could be even worse.

3rd pov

Kanji tightened his fist and looked down as he slowly spoke. "They'll... understand. They know who I am. And even if they don't, I'll fight for my faction." Azazel rested his hand on Kanji's shoulder once more. Kanji looked up to see a face of pity. Something he hated. "Kanji.. The war is over.."

The room went quiet. Kanji didn't know what to say, how to feel, or what to do. The war that took the lives of so many angels, was over. His next question, would determine what he did next. "How did it end?" Azazel was hesitant to answer. "It... ended with a peace treaty." Azazel replied, but he soon regretted it. He knew how Kanji felt about devils and peace. He couldn't trust them. "Peace? Between the 3 factions?" Kanji looked up at Azazel and broke out into small fits of laughter. Seconds later, his fits of laughter turned into full blown cackling.

"PEACE?! WITH DEVILS?! AHAHAHAHAHAAA! AND WHAT IDIOT THOUGHT THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA?!" Kanji held his stomach as leaned against Azazel for support. "Actually Kanji-" He moved aside and let Kanji fall. "I thought it was a good idea." He looked down at Kanji and frowned. Kanji stood back up and rubbed his head. "So you thought it would be smart to coexist with devils?" "Yep." Kanji growled and muttered incoherently at his nonchalant attitude, but quickly calmed down.

He put on a smile before looking out the nearby window. "Azazel, I need to stretch my legs a little. Can I get something to wear... besides this?" And just like that, it dawned on Azazel that he'd been alone in the same room with a nearly naked man. "S-sure man.."

*Timeskip brought to you by Hit*

After throwing on his clothes, Kanji took a little walk around the woods surrounding Azazel's home. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and frowned. 'Coexist with Devils? A ludicrous idea.' Kanji growled and slammed his fist into a tree. "It's impossible.." He whispered, gritting his teeth. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and kept walking. 'Devils are a plague among the factions. No, among this Earth.' He thought as a sadistic smile spread across his face. 'Pests that must be exterminated!'