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Most supernatural beings were hard to pick out of a crowd. Anyone could be anything and you’d have no idea. That guy next to you on the train, he’s a vampire. That woman you saw getting groceries, yeah, she’s a werewolf. That kid running across the park, they’re a fairy. You’d cross a supernatural, about ten times everyday and have no idea. But when a human finds out there is one among them. Well, humans aren’t always the kindest creatures.
There are only so many supernaturals that you can pick out of a crowd: a fae without its glamor, a mermaid in the ocean, a werewolf in the dead of night. But it’s easy to point out an angel: a god's chosen one. Of course, they were rare.
Most of the time, though, an angel was chosen as a baby. Sometimes in the earliest stages of life. When born they’d have a head full of golden locks, and the brightest blue eyes with flecks of gold dashed in them. The baby’s laugh would be a melody to the mother’s ears. The angel would keep these traits for the rest of their lives, it was rare one decided to change the way they looked. Other times it wasn’t their choice at all.
That was how it happened to Tommy, or Theseus.
He was born to an extremely religious family. They loved their God, XD, and he loved them. The family had been devoted to the God for centuries. And after so much time, the God finally decided to bestow a gift upon them.
The gift was Tommy.
An angel.
At first the family was ecstatic at the thought of having XD’s chosen one. They loved the boy more than anything, and even XD provided his hand in raising him. (Even if just by small gifts left on the boy’s window seal.)
However as time went, and the boy turned 3, the family soon found it hard to believe the boy was an angel. Tommy might have been bright and cheerful, but he was mischievous. It’s what happens when you’re blessed by the God of chaos.
At the age of three, Tommy discovered what things were flammable and what was not. (By burning down the barn outside.)
At the age of four, he discovered his family had a very big hatred for bugs. (By bringing in spiders, termites, ants, worms and other creepy crawlies into the house.)
At the age of five, he learned that you really need crops to live. (By trampling the spring crops with the family's farm animals, and being forced to starve in the shed as punishment.)
At the age of six, he learned that raccoons were not your friends in fact they were just thieves. (By bringing in his friends from the woods and having them steal anything they could get to, and being punished roughly for it.)
By the age of six, Tommy’s parents had decided that the boy they once thought was an angel was nothing but a menace. He was nothing more than a demon disguised as a blessing to them. His parents made sure to show this in the most violent ways possible.
They pulled at the boy’s wings, that had grown in when he was four. They yanked on his hair, trying to pull the golden tufts out. They punched and kicked his stomach in order trying to get him to throw up the spirit. They banged his head against the wall to try and get him to think less chaotic. Nothing worked. In the end, he was left broken and bruised on their floor, utterly confused at what he’d done wrong.
It wasn’t the last time they did it either. His parents made it a routine, to try and shovel out the evil he had in him. It never succeeded. The more times it happened the more Tommy got used to it. The less hope he had for something different.
In time he became less and less sure of who he was. If he was a blessing or a monster? Should he be cherished or pursued? He did not know.
And on his seventh birthday he got his answer. On his seventh birthday, as he sat hiding in the shed from his mother, his wings turned a rubbery red instead of the feathery white. Horns grew from his head like tufts of hair. A tail sprouted from his back, a small triangle shape at the end. His fingers turned a reddish tint at the ends, as did his toes. He could feel his nose and ears burning as the same tint colored it. He was no longer some angel gifted from XD.
He was a fallen angel: a demon.
And, oh, the change hurt.
The boy screamed from the pain and cried into his knees. He hugged himself trying to recreate some warmth in the cold shed as the rain drenched the farmland around him. The thunder was the only thing hiding his screams of agony. The only lighting coming from the lightning outside showed him all the changes being made, but he didn’t want to see it. He didn’t want to believe that his parents were right. That there was evil inside him. Because this meant that they gave up. XD had given up on him.
He was no blessing.
He was nothing to be loved.
He was to be hated.
To be marked for life as a regret.
A mistake.