Violet, Broken Wing

Chapter 1


Turn of the Century, New York, 1901.

“You say you will always love me, dearest, but you never say that you will be mine.” Takara's gentle laughter made Ray reach across the sheets, and pull Takara tight against his body.

Ray was known as the Dark One, for his colors were true to his name, and when hidden in the shadows, was nearly impossible to detect. The only colors that betrayed his presence were the scarlet red stripes that glowed across his chest when he was aroused.

“I fear 'always' is a tedious word, my love, yet forever sounds far better..especially between the sheets?”

A wicked smile danced across Ray's lips, as he pulled Takara against his growing erection. Ray was not about to let Takara go, knowing it might be the last time he's able to bed the Noble from the underworld.

“You tease me with that smile, little one, but I've never heard you utter forever in all the years I've known you, Ray. I swear, I can never tell when you are honest.” Takara pushed away from his embrace.

“Come now, we are both demons, it can't be helped.” Ray followed Takara and reached for his hand. “But I never joke when it comes to you, my love. Won't you ever believe me, does not my body betray my true feelings?”

Takara did not turn to face him, but spoke in a whisper, “You know where my heart lies, it can't be helped...” Takara frowned. “And besides, we both know your markings only betray the state of your arousal, you could be in love with Cerberus, for all I know.”

“I'm wounded you would say such words to me, Takara.” Ray came up behind him, “I don't mean to press you on this, but the human world is built on rice paper...our touch can't be supported, for they dissolve with the softest kiss. But I am one same as you, and I love you.”

“But you are not. You are an evil, and mischievous demon, who enjoys dancing in the flames of that very same rice paper you just torched...”

Ray laughed, kissing Takara as he wrapped his arms around his slim waist, and smiled as Takara closed his eyes, and gave in. Ray would not miss this opportunity, quickly moving his conquest back towards his bedchamber.

“I simply can't have enough of you, Takara,” Ray nibbled on his neck, as it began to alter into his demon form. “I love your scales, I swear the sparks that fly off your skin as I rake my nails across it, would make any dragon green with envy.”

Takara's tall body was now fully transformed, as his blue eyes, turned a dark amber, and his wings stretched out from his back in shades of crimson red, and brimstone. His nails raked across Ray's back, shredding his flesh.

Ray was ecstatic, crying out as his black wings sprung out, and his blood rained down upon Takara, who was now lost in the moment. He stared into Takara's eyes, as he lifted his hips, demanding more stimulation, and he was not left wanting.

As the two began to grind their members in a frenzy of unbridled passion. Takara's body began to glow red, his scales sparked against Ray's body, burning his lizard-like flesh.

“Yesss!” Ray cried out, as the sadistic lover sank his teeth into Takara's shoulder, as the two wrestled to see who would be the bottom.

Ray pursed his lips,“I love a challenge, noble one as you never give in easily!”

“I will never be dominated by you, Ray!” Takara's fangs erupted from his gums as he bit back, making the smaller demon wince, and lose his focus. Takara rolled with Ray in his arms, quickly spinning him face down on the bed, and plunged his cock deep into Ray.

Ray gasped as Takara penetrated with such force; the enraptured demon could do nothing but accept it, with a smile.

“You will always be mine, Takara...forever.” Ray grunted back as the two were lost in a frenzy of thrusts, and growls.

Takara's muscular body moved sensually, as he ravished the black demon. His mind was a blur, and only the sounds of Ray's grunts echoed along with his own in his ears, until his body began to tremble with his coming release. Takara would not hear Ray's last words, as his long nails dug into Ray's hips as he came hard.

“I will never give you up, regardless of how many of them, I am forced to kill...”

Present day New York...

“I've been watching you for some time now, my handsome friend. You walk to your favorite park and sit beneath the same trees, soaking up the sun that pokes through the limbs above. Oh! You just sighed so sweetly, daydreaming perhaps? If I could enter your mind, would I find you there with someone else? Could I ever find my reflection in your eyes?”

Violet sat on a high branch hidden by the sunlight. Her wings stretched out letting the breeze hold her up like a kite. She was invisible to the naked eye, though it is said that only the innocent, and animals could see an angel with their eyes.

“I'll kick up a gentle breeze to cool your body down, and watch as your body stretches across the soft grass. As one from above, I often wondered where my heart would lead me. Of all the heavenly creatures that I could choose from, I found your face in everyone I'd meet. It's silly, I know, since we've yet to meet...”

Violet was happy just to enjoy the view. The object of her affection was unaware of her presence, and she was content to have it that way.

The one who held her heart was a young man by the name of Takara Takumi. A young artist who fascinated her with his skills, and innocent qualities. But that was just on the surface. Takara was much more than that.

“But you are neither allowed nor aware of my presence. Your realm is off limits to one such as I...yet I am drawn to you, desiring to see your face up close, yet content to witness your beauty from afar.”

Violet watched as Takara stirred, then imagines in her mind his real appearance. For Takara, like her, is not human.

“You've hidden your wings, yet I yearn to see their crimson blush. You prevent the world from seeing your actual form, but you cannot hide it from me.”

A shadow now crept over Violet's face. A heaviness that made her believe the world was on her shoulders.

“This world, for all its beauty, can truly be cruel for beings like us. A world we could never share.”

It was a forbidden subject even to bring up in private, among the creatures of the heavens. Something Violet could not keep silent about, less she burst out in song and poetry; something she was doing at this very moment from the privacy of her perch.

“If love is what makes us live, what am I to do with the love I hold for you?” Violet swayed with the branches as she pondered this last thought.

“Would I become tainted? Would my wings become as yours?”

Violet let out a sigh, extending her arm out to the young man enjoying the warmth of the sun as it kissed his face from between the branches.

“I hover overhead, tossing caution to the wind, and yet you continue to slumber without a care to weigh you down.”

The young angel made a face when she thought of her daily visits feeling rather foolish for hiding like a stalker, reciting her own poetry.

“The world continues to move forward, yet I feel my heart would break should I avert my gaze...do you even think of me?” Violet closed her eyes, as she whispered the answer to the rhetorical question. “Of course not...”

As the breeze shifted the limbs of the trees above, the rays of sunshine danced on Takara's face. It made him stir and awaken to find the dream he was having, did not change when he woke to find his mind was still unsettled. It was like a motion picture that continued to run in a loop after being seen.

“What a long day!” Takara stretched, “I so needed that nap, though I could have done without that nightmare.”

That nightmare was the last time he and Ray were together. A bitter taste came to his mouth, as if his body wanted to purge those images away.

“I do hope those preliminary sketches of Ms. Nadia meet with her approval.” Takara scratched his head. “Ballerina's can be such a pain in the ass.”

It had been an all-nighter once again ending with an empty bottle of wine, and a pile of crumpled wads of sketching paper on the floor of his studio. The result of his artistic mind disagreeing with his common sense. It didn't help that Ms. Nadia was a true Prima Donna in the truest form. Thus, the empty wine bottle on the floor.

But once he got free of all the distractions of life, he headed to his favorite part of Central Park. He lay down next to the trees he always slept under, and sighed. Even in a busy city like New York, Takara found the great park surprisingly soothing.

Suddenly, a perfectly timed breeze passes over his body. He stretches out along the grass and begins to drift off once again, enjoying the scent of fresh grass beneath his body.

As he slowly closed his eyes, he thought he saw something hover over him, but he dismissed it as an illusion from the light filtering through the trees. Finding nothing strange, Takara soon drifts back to sleep.

“Phew! That was close!” Violet ducked behind the swaying branches holding on tight. “He is unbelievable...why must he be evil?”

The young angel bites her knuckle as she leans forward.

“If I were to get a closer look...would he sense me? I could always change my form into a human, and just happen to walk by and trip...at least that would break the ice, right?”

Violet feels a wave of excitement over her genius, then as quickly as it came, if fades.

“But this aura would give me away in a minute. Think! Think!”

She now goes through several emotional expressions as she reasons her thinking with her heart, and not her mind.

“Am I dancing too close to the edge of that slippery slope?”

Violet looks rather childish as she rubs her wings, a sign of her indecision.

“If the other Angels see me, would they be upset? Or perhaps, even jealous?”

Violet looks around secretly hoping it didn't have to come to a choice, wishing this was as natural as breathing.

“Well, I can't continue to look at him without at least knowing his name.” Violet sighs as she hovers now a bit on the lower branches.

Even though she's watched him for some time, she found it odd that he never spoke to anyone. Violet, daring to get a better look, inches her way closer, when the tree branches bend and snap, making a loud cracking noise that scares off the birds, squirrels, and every other living creature, taking Violet with them on the way down.


The infatuated angel lands squarely on her ass next to the object of her obsession.....and desire.

“Fade away! Fade away!!” She screams in her head, as Takara begins to stir. Violet quickly goes invisible.

Takara wakes with a start, as he hears the branches snap and then looks to his side. Although there was no form in front of him, he feels as though someone or something is there.

“What in the world?”

Takara blinks the drowsiness away, as he speaks in his deep raspy voice. He reaches out and felt something round and quite soft.

“He touched my wing!” Violet screams in her head, as she does her best to fade into the breeze she created.

But the love-struck angel can't help but stare at the handsome man before her.

“Wow... look at those eyes...they are nearly as blue as the sky!” Violet licks her lips.

She was on dangerous grounds, and while her brain told her to leave, her body would not respond.

“Maybe I can just sit from this distance and he won't know I'm still here...” Violet did her best not to move, not that her sore bottom wanted to move nevertheless.

“He's just as beautiful as I knew he would be.” Violet thinks to herself. “Up until today I was happy just to see him walk on by and take his nap. But now he's right here in front of me!”

Violet scoots a bit further back, and away from Takara. The delicate angel was careful not to leave any visible tracks on the grass, easy enough for any angel, except this angel had a very sore bottom.

“I feel like a total idiot...” She mumbles in her head but continues to stare.

Takara felt whatever was in his hand move away, and this peaked his interest, along with that strange feeling he sensed with it. He didn't know what caused it, but he had to find it again. So Takara turned in the direction of that feeling and got up and followed it.

Suddenly a familiar sensation came over him, one of a being very much like himself. He quickly transforms his body into his real appearance; one Violet was not too shocked to see. Except for one thing.

Takara was naked.

“Whoa! Where did his clothes go?!” Violet's jaw dropped as she gawked at the tall demon in the buff.

Takara slowly walked in front of this invisible being he could now sense clearly. To the human world, his appearance had not changed, but if another being were before him, surely they would see him. And Violet saw him clear as day.

The young angel blushed fiercely, getting more than an eyeful of the beautiful Takara in demon form. He had golden amber colored eyes, and neatly manicured goatee. His hair was long, and tied back with a golden tie that danced with the sunlight. These were the features characterized by a Noble of the Underworld.

“Is someone there?”

Takara's voice was calm, but Violet was not saying a word.

“If so, show yourself now!” Takara flashed his fangs, which made the infatuated, angel gasp.

“I will not play games when I am the one being fooled!”

Takara now crossed his arms over his chest, a posture that demanded a response. He was quite confident of his masculinity, because most beings would appear clothed, at least those from the heavenly realms.

Violet now felt frightened, and none too happy to be discovered. She turns away blushing as she shuts her eyes trying not to look. But after so much time admiring his human form, she can't help but peek at his incredible body transformed before her.

Takara was stunning, at least for a demon, Violet thought as she once again peeked through her hands. But at the moment, this demon was not the same innocent man she saw peacefully sleeping on the grass. At least before she disturbed his hard-won nap. Takara was rather grumpy now.

“He's looking right at me and now he looks truly angry.”

Violet bites her nails looking around and wondering what to do.

“If I fly away now, he'll think he was just dreaming. Yeah, after all he was asleep...he'll think this is just a bad dream.”

Violet makes her move to fly off, but did not realize that her ass was not the only thing she hurt on the way down. She attempts to spread her right wing and winces, as the wing recoils close to her back, throbbing in pain.

“Oh No!” Violet looks at her bent wing. “Ow! Ow! Ow!”

Feeling she had no choice, the wounded angel quickly transforms into a dove, and pretends to have fallen from the trees above, landing at his feet.

“I hope he falls for it...”

Violet trembles on the grass flailing her wings to put on a more convincing show.

Takara looks down, “A dove?"

The demon slowly bends down and picks up the trembling bird. He once again feels that strange sensation he felt earlier which brought a smile to his lips, as he looks down at the white dove and smirks.

“Ha! I found you! You seem to be able to change forms, I see.”

Takara wasn't just an attractive face in his human form; he was very smart as well, -if not smarter- than most the demons on the surface.

“So creature, is this your actual form or is this another one of your tricks?” Takara speaks to the dove that sat in the palms of his hands trembling.

Violet gives Takara a sideways glance and blinks her blood red eyes. While it was true that she wanted to get a closer look at the object of her obsession, she was now a bit closer than she had planned.

“What do I do?! He's bound to try to make me change, and now I know he's got a brain between his pointed ears!”

Violet echoes her silent thoughts in her head, deciding to sit quietly in his hands as she tries to figure things out. She considered picking his hands with her beak and making a run for it, wounded wing or not. It was rather ironic that she was face to face with the man she's stalked for nearly half a year, so she decides to take a closer look, tilting her head sideways to look at his features.

“He's so handsome, should I appear as a male or female?” She ponders. “Because technically I'm both. But he may not like that at all. Then again he is a demon and may prefer the male form.”

Violet's mind races as she considers her next move, knowing she's throwing caution to the wind for risking even this much. She picks her nails nervously, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, grateful he can't see her blushing face as he was still naked and oh-so-close.

“This is no time to wonder about his eyes..or any other part of him! Think fast, stupid, before he decides to make you his next meal!”

After careful thought, she decides to appear as a female. She kicks up a breeze once again, and she appears in her angelic form, hidden behind her glowing aura.

“Stand back!!” Violet shouts in her powerful angelic voice, raising her right hand towards Takara, while taking a commanding presence. This move, along with her glowing aura would have been enough to make any demon bolt, if it weren't for her bent wing.

Takara's jaw drops as he stands before Violet, shocked and wide-eyed. He thought it would have been one of his fellow demons playing a prank on him, but this? What was it? The voice was feminine, and knew she was an angel, though he's never seen one quite like this. She was different. Takara's thoughts betray his confusion so he stepped back giving the angel some room.

“What's your name, creature?” Takara shields his eyes with his hand, trying to get a better look.

Violet's long, golden hair shines in the sun, as she slowly lowers her aura. She decided to alter her heavenly gown to a simple outfit of blue jeans and tee-shirt so she wouldn't standout. But she found that her injured wing was too painful to transform, so she had no choice but to remain in angelic form, hidden from human eyes.

Of course, this was rather odd to the demon, as she fluctuated between angel and human in appearance.

“I-I was flying after a runaway..” She lied, “to make sure he was free from harm...he's my charge you see, and when I landed on the tree branches above you, the branches broke......and I fell.”

“Your charge?” Takara looked at Violet from head to toe. “You mean to tell me that you are a Guardian? That would make you a Noble of Heaven, is this not so?”

Violet continues to blush, averting her eyes in every direction as she tries desperately not to look at his naked body.

“C-Can you please put on some clothing? I'm afraid I can't look upon you if you are going to remain naked before me.”

The flustered angel blushed fiercely, but continued to look before she decides to turn her back to hide her face.

“M-My name is Violet...by the way. Violet Megumi and yes, I am a Noble of Heaven.”

Chapter 2

Broken Wing

“I appeared in this form, that is, the form of a female, because this is what I sensed to be your heart's true desire. But that may change if your heart should decide otherwise.”

“Well, perhaps you were reading my mind, though, at the moment, I'm not too pleased with either form.” Takara thought of Ray, who haunted his thoughts, and the pain in the ass ballerina, both whom he'd categorize as anything but pleasant.

He stared at her for a few moments, still surprised to see this angel standing in front of him while the smart thing to do would be to fly away.

On further thought, Takara usually only took males to his bed, so why was his heart's desire the form of a woman? A bit more pondering stirred memories of him sleeping with women, though he's not done so in many years. So maybe this creature was that desired form but in a subconscious level? This only confused him more, but being a polite noble, Takara clothed himself for the sake of the injured creature who was still blushing quite fiercely. He knew this, because her temperature was rising.

Violet was feeling rather strange to see such a beautiful demon. Though truth-be-told, they did have a knack of appearing as something they weren't, which was innocent or kind. But Violet had been watching this particular person for some time. Though she had never seen him in any other form but human. To say he was a Noble could only be confirmed in his transformed state, and that ship had already sailed, as his naked form confirmed to her embarrassment.

Then again, Violet had just told two lies herself, within the span of a few minutes, and wondered if he was able to influence her subconsciously while he slept. Something Violet would like to know if she was to believe his politeness was indeed real.

“Are you done?” Violet spoke with her back still turned. “I'd hate to just leave without saying a proper good-bye, and, in fact, would ask for your name, so as to not appear rude. Though I really don't know how I will get back to my station with this wing...” Violet mumbled the last words, as she let out a deep sigh while looking up towards the heavens.

“Takara. Takara Takumi is my name, and you can turn around by the way. As for your wing, you should call for aid, or just wait for it to mend on its own. No demon doctor would treat you here on the surface, most don't even make house calls.” Takara thought on this a bit more, realizing her situation was actually quite dangerous. “On second thought, for your own safety, I suggest that you come stay at my place.” Takara said this more as a command than a suggestion.

Violet looks at his commanding stance, finding his manner a bit standoffish.

“Well, I don't have the means to get back home at the moment, and since I can't be seen by humans I suppose that will be...alright.”

She gives him a sideways glance, still feeling rather strange accepting his offer and hopes he is as genuine as he appears to be.

“I hope it won't be too much of a burden.” Violate whispers.

“Burden or not, you would most likely die if I left you here alone.” Takara spoke, really not caring if his harsh words affected her.

He didn't know what to think of the beautiful angel that landed at his feet. His own heart was beating like a drum, knowing angels, just like demons, are best unseen by man. Even more important was the fact that angels and demons were better off not being seen by the other.

So without waiting for a response, Takara reached for Violet's gown, careful not to touch her, and pulled her alongside him as he moved in a quick pace. He was determined to get her out of view of any other demon who might be in the area. Violet would be an easy target in her injured state.

“Ow, ow! Don't pull so hard, I am a delicate creature you know!” Violet complained, “Besides that, I have no idea what this demon has in mind, noble or not!” Her last thought spoken only in her head.

Violet looks up at the tall noble, “T-Takara, why do you sleep out in the open? Are you not afraid to be discovered?” She looks around nervously, hoping no one spots her being hauled away by a demon.

Takara rolled his eyes at the question. “Why is this little thing so curious?”

He really didn't like answering such questions in public, but since there was no one around, he thought he'd be polite and answer.

“Because unlike you, human eyes can't see my real form. All they see is a man laying on the grass. I can't imagine laying about in my demon form, can you?”

Violet shook her head, as she tried to keep up with the tall demon. They picked up speed as they went from walking on grass, to what seemed an endless trail of sidewalks as they left Central Park, to go for his apartment building in the city.

“Well, that may be true for you, but it is not so for me. I can be spotted by children, and animals like to gather around me. It's actually a real problem to see professional dog walkers being dragged away by their dogs, after a creature that can't be seen with the human eye.”

Violet could see several small children tugging at their parent's hands while pointing at her. Not to mention the small number of pigeons that hovered overhead.

“But you can be seen in human form, right?” Takara spoke as he looked back at Violet.

Violet continued, having missed Takara's question. “Not only that, they tend to really get me quite soiled with their paws and whatnot.”

Violet was feeling rather put out that Takara could do as he pleased, and enjoy the sunlight and the soft green grass as if he didn't have a care in the world. After all, animals usually ran away from demons, especially the really mean ones. It wasn't so easy for an angel to walk about with nature wanting their attention.

“Are you sure this is going to be alright? Won't your friends find it odd that you are being seen with me?”

Violet now starts to really worry as she quickly realizes that all the romantic thoughts she's had in her head were not really thought all the way through.

“Well, who would ever believe a child who says they've see a winged person? Or think of a dog barking at air as something strange?”

Takara's face betrayed no emotion as he spoke, all the while thinking, “Dammit I hope none of my demon customers actually spot us and think she's a snack!”

Although it may not have seemed that far, they walked about four square blocks of the city when Takara finally stopped in front of a tall high-end building.

“Here we are.” He says stopping in front of an enormous apartment building in the center of town.

Violet stares at the tall building. “You live here

Takara looks up, “Yes, did you expect me to live in a cave somewhere in the park? Or perhaps some seedy motel off the beaten track?”

Violet knew better, so she kept her thoughts to herself.

“Well, I suppose I can stay for a bit, but just until I can get this wing to work. Though I could just take the elevator to the top and hope, I can get a ride from a fellow angel because it would take more than a running start to get home.”

Violet spoke without thinking, then feels the sleeve of her gown drop at her side. Takara rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“Whatever works for you.” The tall demon shrugs his shoulders a bit put off by her words, and instead decides to lead her up five flights of stairs. After all, he was kind enough to allow her to stay at his place, when he could have left her to fend for herself.

Of course, this didn't stop Violet from talking all the way up, which surprised Takara. By now he was rather irritated with himself, thinking the elevator would have saved him from her constant chatter. When they finally get to the fifth floor Takara opened the door to a very spacious penthouse apartment filled with the strong scent of oil based paints and a sea of art supplies.

Still trying to be a gracious host, Takara turns on the charm.

“So do Angels ever eat? I ask because I have a wide range of clientele and you are my first angel.”

Violet was visibly out of breath, as she raises a hand up in attempts to answer him. She rarely walked anywhere since she had wings to get her from here to there. So she found the trek up five flight of stairs -with a broken wing no less- quite tiresome.

"Why did we not take the elevator?" She complained, "I can't be seen by people, and it would have taken only a few moments to get up here-."

Violet was stunned into silence as she entered Takara's home. It was decorated with numerous paintings, and some rather impressive sculptures. This was not something the little angel expected, and certainly nothing elegant or tasteful; imagining all sorts of demon-type surroundings and ghastly velvet paintings. Not that she's actually seen such things, as her duties were in the search and recovery of runaway souls.

After she had caught her breath, Takara's words sank in.

"Um..well I don't actually require food really, though I do love to eat, and it's rather rude to decline if it's offered. But I will take a glass of water?"

Violet walked around the many paintings noticing some were in different stages of being painted. She wondered if he just stopped the current portrait to work on something else, or whether he just got bored.

Takara left to get her a glass of water, and was still not sure about strange angel. She was not afraid of him and that in of itself was something to ponder. She was beautiful, and even though he only got a quick flash of her real celestial beauty, it was enough to make a lasting impression.

“Yes, those violet colored eyes.” He thought.

He quickly wondered if he would be able to capture her real beauty with her natural aura as he saw it at the park. But he didn't know if it was worth the hassle, considering one, she was an angel, and two, it was nearly impossible to agree on anything; though she did agree to his offer and was in his home at the moment.


Violet felt divided, in the situation she found herself in. She's been around the handsome demon for some time, and wondered when exactly it was that she fell in love with him. It must have been several months ago that she first found him sitting on a bench with a sketch pad. There was a sadness to his gaze, and he always returned to that particular bench near a small pond that had a bridge over it. There were several swans, and family of ducks that swam about with their little ducklings. It didn't matter the weather, and rarely if ever did he miss a day. Violet knew, because she always waited for him to show up.

Of course, Takara had no idea Violet loved him, and there was that one little issue that would complicate things....he was a demon.

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