An Angel gets their Wings

Meanwhile at the church, John steps out of the carriage together with his guards.

The saintess then approaches him, “Please wait here Mr. John. I will invite you in when we’re ready.”

“Okay, sure.”

Waiting outside it takes about five minutes until the chiming of bells is heard and light emanates from inside the church. Shortly after, the saintess opens the doors, “Please come in. I will be waiting outside for you.”

“Uhm sure, but what was going on inside there? I saw a huge light coming from inside.”

“It was a ritual to speak to the divine and open a portal to heaven.”

“Wait a second…Are you telling me that this guardian angel is an actual angel and not just some servant of yours?”

“Why, yes? I thought that was obvious, my apologies.”

“W-w-wait. Hold on. So, inside the church is an actual genuine angel?”

“Yes.”

“And it’s waiting for me to do…What?”

“To give you guidance.”

“Right…Is it too late to back out?”

“Are you saying you do not wish to follow the path of redemption anymore?”

The holy knights at this point get their weapons ready.

“I…Uhm…Of course not. I’m just…A little nervous. Hahaha.”

“I see! Of course, meeting an angel is not something common for normal people. My apologies. I was not thinking enough.”

“It’s fine but…Do I like need to do anything? Is there some sort of procedure I need to follow?”

“No. Simply enter inside. I have already informed your guardian angel of your circumstances.”

“Well…Alright then…”

With his pulse high and his hands sweaty, John enters inside the church. As he looks ahead he sees a person, clad in golden plate armor, with long blonde hair and two pure white wings on their back sitting on top of the altar inside a beam of light. The only thing John is able to make out is that it’s a female angel and that their equipment means they’re probably very accustomed to fighting.

“Uhm…Hello…Your angelness.”

Beckoning with her hands she answers, “Come.”

Getting closer the angel takes off one of her gloves. Seeing this as an invitation John offers her his hand for a handshake, “Hi there. My name is John I-”

SLAP

With immense strength, the angel slaps John in the face causing him to fall over and fall unconscious for a second or two. 

When he regains consciousness the angel pulls him up by the neck, “You dare show your filthy face in front of me and the saintessess!? After all you did!?”

“What? What the hell are you-”

The angel slaps him one more time, “You know exactly what I’m talking about Violette. Don’t think you can deceive me with this appearance!”

“I really don’t know what you’re ta-”

Ripping off her helmet the angel reveals a beautiful face with glowing sky blue eyes and stares right into John’s eyes, “I’m not playing your games Violette! What is your scheme!?”

Feeling the beast inside trying to revolt John is trying to hold it back but it quickly overpowers him and turns him into his succubus form.

“Hiahiahiahiha! Harder, Forsythia! If you want me to get into it you need to choke me with more passion~”

“Shut up you disgusting freak! Tell me what is your plan!?”

“Hiahiahia…” Putting their arms around the angel’s neck seductively, the succubus looks her deep in the eyes with a smile, “You have made a big mistake coming here sister~ But I do have to thank you. This wouldn’t have been possible without you~”

“What are you talking about!?”

“It’s a secret~ All I can tell you is this: Good mor-ning sis~” the demon winks then suddenly the skin color changes back to be more like John’s as some of the demonic features start to lessen.

“I’m the one in control here, damn it! My name is John! I’m a man not a beast!”

He then turns back into his usual self causing the angel to let go of his throat. She looks rattled.

“What did you do…”

“Cough cough You’ve got to be more precise than that asshole.”

“Are you the vessel of a failed sacrifice?”

“No…I learned a way to take in the essence of the beasts I kill. I killed the succubus, ate its heart and took in its essence.”

“You utter fool…Because of you there are two of her now!”

“Look…Calm down. I’m in control. You, being an angel, just seemed to be some sort of trigger to awaken the beast’s instincts but I'm in control again.”

Slumping down on the altar the angel seems quite frustrated, “No you fool…Demons aren’t like your common animal. Their soul regenerates upon death and they revive. What you did was split the soul in two and mixed it with your own. You’re just a vessel for her resurrection now and not just that the other half that is still out there will also reform causing us to have two of her around…”

“You are talking as if this is some foregone conclusion.”

“Because it is. You’re just a man, there is no way you can control her.”

“I have controlled her for two years and I will keep controlling her until I die of old age.”

“It’s impossible…The only thing we can do is purify her before she takes over.”

“Purify her? What do you mean?”

“What I’m going to say to you must be staying between us. You understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good, actually succubi aren’t full demons. They’re half demon and half angel.”

“I already knew that.”

“You did?”

“Yes.”

“I see…Either way, if we make you absorb more positive energy than negative one we can at least tilt the scale in a way to have her resurrect as an angel.”

“That’s possible?”

“Yes. She almost did it once…But she just had to hold onto that dirty side of hers causing her to eventually fall.”

“You talk as if you personally knew that demon.”

“I did…Technically she is my half-sister. Though she never earned her place in this family. She was never pure like us.”

“Hold on…So, the demon I killed is your half-sister?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re…Not mad about that?”

“I’m very mad about her and I being related.”

“That’s not what I meant. If she’s your family, how come you’re completely unbothered by the fact she’s dead? Even if she’s going to revive, aren't you concerned or mad at me?”

“Of course not. I’m glad she’s dead and I hope she stays dead. Her existence is a stain on our family.”

“I see…So, about this purification thing. What do I need to do?”

“You need to assume her form while being around people with positive emotions and not be in her form while around people with negative emotions.”

“Okay…For how long?”

“Until your wings turn completely white. There must not be a single feather that is not of pure white.”

“I don’t have any wings though.”

“Of course you do, my sister had wings and so do you. Go on, turn. I’ll make it quick.”

John turns into his succubus form, this time he’s in complete control.

“Now take your shirt off and turn around.”

“Alright~”

“Heh. How utterly abhorrent, only she could come up with something like this…”

“What? Is something wrong?”

“She sealed her own wings. Probably as some sort of rebellion against her angelic ancestry. This will burn for a bit.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!”

Feeling his back being singed it’s as if it suddenly breaks open and two dark black wings spring forth from it. 

“How grotesque…But it seems you have done some work already.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can see that some of the newer feathers have turned gray. That’s the neutral step between the abominable ancestry and the angelic one. But it’s still not enough. You need to feed off of more positive emotions.”

“How much?”

“As much as you can.”

“That’s not going to work.”

“Why not?”

“The more I associate the demonic body with something positive the more likely it is that I lose myself to it. It’s counterproductive to what you’re afraid will happen.”

“I see…In that case…” pulling him up by his collar she adds, “You better make sure to do your best. If I don’t see significant improvement soon I’ll make sure to purify and seal you the old fashioned way. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good.”