A creature unreal
A creature born of death
A creature unknown
Shadows and shadows
May hide the truth
Of an unfeeling soul
But light and light
Expose the shadowwrapped soul
And start to break down its guards
The cat was his best way of telling him if someone was coming. Even though he wasn�t corporeal and the average person couldn�t see him, some had that ability to see, and he never liked being seen, even when he had been a� well, half-immortal-demon-angel-thing as the people of his home had classified him as. The cat was extremely shy of everyone but him, and so ran whenever anyone came close.
Holding the cat securely in one arm, he raises the other and focuses, feeling the gathering of forces that balled tightly in front of his hand. With a casual flick of his mind, the invisible ball of energy flies towards the glistening white towers, enveloping and imploding them.
A small, flickering smile crosses his face. He didn�t care about the deaths of the angelic beings that he had just caused, they were nothing to him, but the buildings, those pristine white buildings, they were the true proof of his power. A being could be killed by such mundane means that it was useless to try and prove yourself worthy by killing them. But buildings, they were hard to destroy by yourself and by doing so you proved more than killing an entire planet could.
He spreads his strange, pure black wings and lets them carry him over the destruction. Unrelieved black feathers partially cover jet-black membranes, the proof of his demon and angel heritage. He had, of course, been raised by his mother, a demon, so he had more destructiveness in him than anyone should have.
The cat melds with him, leaving his spectral arms free, even though he really didn�t need them. He had spent too long in a mortal body and too little time as an incorporeal being to have the reflexes being anything other than what a normal body would have to do. To hold something he had to hold it like a mortal, to lift something he had to lift it like a mortal would. He was getting the hang of it, though, and was able to do more and more things with just his mind.
A large angelic being leaped up out of the rubble and flew straight up. Another one of his flickering smiles crosses his face, this was his father, and the strongest angel there was. Without thinking, he lashes out with a thin strand of black power, ripping the bright, shining white feathers from his father�s wings. He watches his father fall back to earth, his feathers fluttering to the ground after him. Squashing those few bits of rebellious emotion, he crushes everything inside his mind to a blank, emotionless state once again.
He was a dark angel, and as such had schooled himself to be emotionless in order to escape the conflicting emotions he felt within himself. He could not destroy without a part of him crying out in pain, but he could not save without a part of him screaming in rage to kill, to revel in the blood. He tamed both sides, letting neither rule. His father would be healed and well by the next day, but he would remember.
He pauses, wavering, looking down at the destroyed buildings. He could fly down there and submit himself to their judgment. The hellrune in his chest could be removed and a truerune could be placed there. He could�
The cat stirs within him, and he quickly grabs at the threads of reality and yanked himself somewhere else. His form ripples like smoke, meshing itself into the flows of this new world. He was at his most vulnerable right now, but that didn�t matter to him, no one in his or her right mind would climb to this height.
His smooth, featureless, smoke-like face turns, examining the world and the flows of power. He felt something� odd in this world. Assessing the flows was simple, and it led him to one conclusion, until he knew what he would be against, this world was no place for causing trouble.
He leaps from the mountainside and spreads his wings, observing the world from above. He tilts his wings, going into a spiral down to the strange forest below, there was some creature in it that felt� similar to something in his own world. He snaps his wings closed and falls down through the air, passing right through branches and leaves without noticing it.
He spreads his wings, then, and straightens up, ignoring the fact that his wings are flowing through several trees.
Staring right at him is a catlike creature, but with glowing red eyes and� he walks closer to the creature, his eyes narrowing. The thing was looking straight at him, meaning that he should have lost his incorporeal form by now. There was an emptiness within the creature though, and with interest he realizes that it has no soul.
Shrugging he pulls at the flows and transports himself back into the air, spreading his wings and allowing the flows of energy to carry them wherever they wish. He could feel a powerful force ripple the flows of energy and he quickly grabs the flows and takes himself elsewhere. It wouldn�t do to be sighted now by a creature with a soul, especially something that powerful.
He lands on a projection of rock back in the mountains and presses himself into the shadows, watching the creatures below him with interest. They were like humans in their body design, but there most resemblances ended. They interested him, there had been nothing like them on his home world.
These creatures were graceful, even on the uneven slopes, and they seemed to blend in with ease. That made them all the more dangerous, with those strong bows held easily in their hands it would be hard to survive if one of them spotted him.
He looks up as another shadow falls across him and his eyes widen. The creature was beautiful, like a horse, but with feathered wings, and more graceful than any of the angels he had ever seen.
Looking up the slope, he sees another creature, thankfully not looking his way. It was a strange combination of eagle and cat, but it was that much more interesting than just a normal cat or eagle, and that much more deadly, it looked as if it could pounce on a mouse several yards away and still catch it.
He grabs the flows again, pulling himself elsewhere, landing in a forest that was different from the first one. The first one seemed almost like it had clouds forever covering it, it was so dark. This one, though, was bright and� cheery was the only word he could find to fit it.
The cat jumps out of his body and walks beside him a few inches above the sparse groundcover. He walks as well, watching the cat and the surrounding forest. The cat leaps into a tree and huddles within it, so he follows suit, getting seen was never good no matter where he was.
A horse like being walks slowly past him with a single, crystal horn sprouting from its forehead. He senses peace within it, this creature would never attack anyone, but also magic. Magic was something he wanted to avoid, being who he was. It always seemed that people spotted him more often when there was magic around.
The creature disappears deeper into the forest and he travels up to the top of the trees and continues on that way, walking as if on flat ground. He skirts around farms and towns, not willing to put himself at risk just to explore.
Then he sees it, a city that almost reminds him of the ruined city of angels. Almost, but not quite, there weren�t the giant towers in glistening white, but it was interesting nevertheless. The cat hangs back in the shadows as he slowly walks towards the buildings. Then he darts into the shadows created by the buildings and the cat follows him.
He drifts through the shadows, carefully avoiding the eyes of the beings that live there. He was surprised, there were beings here that were� interesting looking. They had a name, of course, but he was� having a hard time pulling the name out of these people�s minds.
Slipping easily into the shadows of another building, he enters it quickly, then stops. This room was floored in sand, on which was laying a gold dragon, he had finally figured out the name, protectively hunkering over her eggs. And she was staring straight at him.
He feels his incorporeal body slip away, replaced by a corporeal one that held all of his demon/angelic features. His black wings half spread to help him keep his balance and his black shirt pulls tight over his chest, the hellrune showing through. He runs his thumbs over his nails, which are almost claws but, instead of black, are a shimmering, pearly white which snakes back through his hands in strange, shifting patterns that fades away to pure black at his wrists. His long, almost featherlike hair is black shot through with silvery/white. Black is his skin, black as a cloudy, moonless night in the depths of a lifeless cave. His lips are black as well, almost indistinguishable from his skin. A pearly white star shines in each eye, like a piece of the night sky had been cut out and placed within his head, pure black with a white star for a pupil. His eyes are flat, dead looking, emotionless beyond belief.
He bares his teeth in a mockery of a grin, exposing sharp, curving fangs for teeth that rivaled the mighty T-Rex�s arsenal of teeth for sheer wickedness. A T-Rex would have been proud to have those teeth, would have ruled the land with a death grip, but yet this strange demon/angel being was not proud, he was not anything. His scent was just as flat and dead as his eyes.
His long, thin, whip-like tail flicks back and forth, tipped with a wickedly curved claw that was twelve inches long and shone with a white almost too bright to look at. He had had no time to change his form, or else he would have taken one other than his real form, which had caused many to turn against him in fear.
�What is it, Delith?� a female voice asks as the female herself walks around the golden dragon then stops and looks him over, �And who are you?�
His tail flicks as he thinks, he could not remember what either parent had called him, dim and distant memories of half remembered names float to the surface, but none meets his needs. His eyes see a shadow and trace the outline of it, while his mind continues to think. Shadow was Shian in his native language, that was a good enough name to use around here as any.
�You may call me Shian,� he responds, his voice being as flat and emotionless as his eyes.
Delith examines Shian closely, then the woman says, �For some reason Delith has decided that you would be a good candidate for her clutch, Shian.�
�If it is wished, I shall stand,� Shian responds as he pulls the meaning of 'candidate' out of the woman's head, then turns and strides out. A small, cat shadow merges into his as his ghost cat presses close to his side and then claws up his side, huddling against his back in a pocket sewn into his shirt that is covered by his wings. It was a measure of its loyalty that it would stay with him in this strange place, but no one said that the poor thing had to see all of the beings.