Skephalo Oneshots

Angel and Demon

⚠️ mentions of blood, injury

No One's POV

Zak groans as he tries to yank his dark, red horns out of his head. With no avail, he sighs in defeat and falls back onto the ground. He huffs and stares at the dark sky in front of him. Stars twinkle in the night, almost laughing at the poor boy.

"Poor Zak..."

Zak rolls his eyes at the familiar voice. A presence appears to the left of him and a figure sits down on the grass besides him.

A light shines up above and large white wings tuck up behind the figure.

"Oh shush it Darryl." Zak groans, moves his long, pointy arrow tail in front of him and he glares at it. He despises being a demon. He didn't get to chose who he wanted to be. He just woke up one day in hell when he was young.

Darryl chuckles and he allows his wings to vanish from thin air, allowing his body to relax after removing the heavy weight. His bright, yellow halo glows above his head. He doesn't like or dislike being an angel. Like Zak, he too was born like this. But, in heaven and as an angel.

He stumbled upon the small boy one day. Apparently both species are forbidden to see each other. Legend has it that if an angel and demon touch, their skin burns and the longer the touch lasts, the worse the burn becomes and soon they can evaporate into nothing but dust.

They don't risk it. But yet, here they are, breaking the law of seeing each other and talking to each other.

"Darryl. I'm so bored!" Zak groans, sitting up straight and tilting his head to look at the boy in front of him.

Darryl hums and turns to his friend. "Well, what do you want to do then, you potato?"

Zak shrugs, just examining the boy in front him. Yet, being told of the dangers of the species meeting, he falls in love with the boy.

He knows it's wrong. Being in love with an angel. But he couldn't help it. Just like how the angel in front of him couldn't help but fall in love with the demon besides him.

They are so clueless.

"We can go on a walk." Darryl shrugs, offering up the idea.

Zak looks around at his surroundings then nods. "Sure." The two creatures stand up and start to walk in another direction into the forest ahead of them.

Zak skips up ahead. He jumps onto every rock he sees and examines at every plant he's never seen before. Darryl couldn't help but smile at Zak's curiosity.

They spend a while talking, exploring, and walking through the forest. Then suddenly, Zak's tail perks up. A twig snap causes them to both freeze. The look under their feet and see that the twigs below them aren't big enough to snap.

Someone else is there.

Hiss...

An arrow flies. It skins the top of Darryl's nose, missing his skin by almost nothing and now the boys stare at each other in horror. They hear more twigs snapping and they make a break for it.

Hunters...

Those are the people who believe in the afterlife so much, they spend their lives chasing down angels and demons. You see, once an angel or a demon set foot on Earth, they cannot vanish. Anyone can see them. They can hide their features but not their looks.

Zak cries out in horror as another arrow wheezes past him, skimming his arm, making his blue sweater have a hole.

"Oh my goodness!" Darryl cries out.

"You're an angel! Fly away Darryl!" Zak yells back at his friend.

Darryl shakes his head, "I'm not leaving you! Just keep running!"

More arrows fly by. They all miss. Either by a long shot or by a hair.

That is, until an arrow snipes through and hits Zak's leg. Zak cries out in pain and falls to the ground. Darryl stops and runs towards Zak.

The hunters are close and rustling is heard from the bushes.

Zak allows tears to slide down his cheeks as he stares at his bleeding leg. He looks up at Darryl, "Darryl! Run! Get out of here!"

Darryl shakes his head. His heart breaks at the sight of his friend. He can leave right now. He can fly away and leave Zak.

Or he can fly and take Zak with him.

He looks up and sees figures coming close. Without a second thought, he allows his wings to appear and stretch out, preparing to fly.

Zak sighs and turns away, expecting his friend to leave him.

That is, until he feels arms wrap around him and soon he is in the air.

Zak screams as he wraps his arms around the older boy's neck and his leg bleeds, dropping red drops of blood from the air.

Both are preparing for the burns as Darryl flies them away to a safe distance. As they are in the air. Zak freezes. He doesn't feel any pain of burns besides his leg. He looks up at Darryl and he thinks Darryl knows as well. Darryl looks down at the boy in his arms. "We aren't burning..." He whispers.

Happiness fills their hearts as they smile at one another. It's then cut off by another pain shooting through Zak's body from his leg.

"Oh my goodness... we need to fix your leg..." Darryl whimpers in worry as he soon flies down. They are probably hundreds of feet away from the hunters and they land on a hill.

Darryl lowers himself onto the ground and gently places Zak on the grass, letting his body lean against the large apple tree on the hill.

Zak hisses as he watches Darryl remove his red and white sweatshirt, leaving him with just a black t-shirt. Darryl kneels down beside Zak and hovers a hand over the wound. He closes his eyes and concentrates.

After a few seconds, he hears Zak's heavy breathing lower and a small thank you from him. His eyes open and he sees the wound mostly heal. Darryl doesn't have the power to fully heal someone. He sighs as blood slowly drips out and he carefully wraps his sweater around the wound.

After it's tied, the two boys relax and sit back. Zak looks up at Darryl. Their eyes connect and their hearts burst. "You carried me..." Zak whispers, in aw and relief.

Darryl slowly nods, "So... it's just a myth... we don't burn ourselves if we touch..."

Zak smiles and raises a hand out towards Darryl, "Well then, this changes everything..."

Darryl looks at his hand and kindly accepts it. Zak tugs Darryl gently to sit beside him and he obliges. They both sit next to each other under the apple tree and Zak leans his head against Darryl's shoulder.

Both boys sigh in relief and their bodies relax under their touch.

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