Snippet #1986266

The snake gave a small hiss, but not in anger, nor agitation, but more as if it were laughing. "It isssssss approaching, and we are prepare, Touya. And you are not ssssssslipping out of this converssssssssation." The serpent morphed into a well-built man, with a body scarred with battle, hair of dirty white, eyes red as flame. On his back sat two wings; once white, they now were the color of the Void, seeming as crow's wings. It was Lucifer's distorted First Form, one which he rarely took to. As the Fallen Angel, the Rebellious of Heaven, the Lord's Failure.

"It is foolish to lie to the King of Lies. Something is wrong." The Demon placed his hand on Touya's shoulder, like a father did to a son. Lucifer knew that look, knew this behavior, knew the lies were hiding something. After all, he had made Touya, to an extent. Formed by Lucifer from the spirit of a young man, too young to know life but too old to be excused for not following his Maker, and never excused from his suicide. Things such as these fueled Lucifer's fury toward the God of All, and, using his own Angelic, yet tainted, blood, Lucifer formed the Demonic being known as Touya. Of course, the transition from human to spirit to Demon erased the few memories that Touya had held, placing him in a position to find a new life. Even in Hell, Lucifer managed to make a new start, and took responsibility for the boy, who was almost like a son. His own creation.

"What is the matter, Touya?"