Sight Unseen
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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: When an angel loses their wings, that's not the only thing they lose.
Notes: Angel AU
Not exactly a complete part, but it's a snippet of the verse anyway.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 540
Status: Complete
Muzaka tore through the demons, grinning as his sword tore through them with ease. He ducked a slash, shoving his sword into the demon. He yanked it out and moved onto the next one before the first even fell, and huh. It was weird.
There had been a report of a gathering of demons, but this wasn't the army Muzaka had been told about. They were low level, barely able to communicate - they wouldn't be able to coordinate an attack on the mortal plane, let alone trying to attack Heaven.
This was just cleaning up.
Not something to complain about -less demons meant less demons influencing mortals- but if the report had been wrong, then there was a chance-
Muzaka froze at a scream. Not one he'd heard before. But he recognised the voice.
Frankenstein's.
He hissed, almost not moving out of the way of the demon's claws. He grabbed them by the scruff and threw them towards another that was charging towards him.
No time. He couldn't waste time with the demons when something was happening with Frankenstein.
There was nothing here that should be able to harm Frankenstein though. Unless-?
Muzaka dashed through the mortal streets, wings flapping as fast as they could. He'd heard Frankenstein's scream in this direction. It hadn't been too long. He couldn't be too late, could he?
His thoughts tumbled over each other as he searched for Frankenstein's familiar form. Nothing. He couldn't see -
In the park, there was a swarm of demons, denser than all the rest.
Could it-?
Frankenstein could handle those demons easily. He wouldn't be-
Frankenstein wouldn't scream either.
Muzaka zoomed over, slamming into a bunch of them, sending them sprawling. He caught sight of a white robe and blond hair crouched in the middle of the mass. The white robe was splattered with blood, but Muzaka couldn't check if it was Frankenstein's or a demon's as he sliced through the demons around Frankenstein, scattering them.
The demons ran off after a few fell and Muzaka frowned, wanting to both chase after the demons to make sure they wouldn't hurt anyone else and to check on Frankenstein.
He span around, kneeling next to Frankenstein.
Frankenstein's wings were gone.
He stared, waiting second by breathless second, hoping to see them materialise again.
They didn't.
All that was left of Frankenstein's wings were stubs, blood cascading down like rivers.
"What happened?" Muzaka demanded, casting his senses out, but he couldn't sense anything strong enough that could have hurt Frankenstein so much.
No answer, Frankenstein just breathing harshly.
"Frankenstein...?" How hurt was he to not even respond? Muzaka patted his shoul-
His hand went through Frankenstein and everything tilted.
No...
Frankenstein shivered, turning his head towards him. "Muzaka...?" he whispered, licking his lips, his eyes wide. Muzaka had never seen an expression like that on Frankenstein's face before.
But he was sure his own expression was mirroring Frankenstein's.
He'd been able to touch Frankenstein before. He could touch demons.
The beings an angel couldn't touch were mortals.
And that wasn't the only thing.
"I can't..." Frankenstein's voice wavered, his eyes not focusing on Muzaka. "I can't see you."
Mortals couldn't see angels either.
Just what had happened to Frankenstein?
Summary: When an angel loses their wings, that's not the only thing they lose.
Notes: Angel AU
Not exactly a complete part, but it's a snippet of the verse anyway.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 540
Status: Complete
Muzaka tore through the demons, grinning as his sword tore through them with ease. He ducked a slash, shoving his sword into the demon. He yanked it out and moved onto the next one before the first even fell, and huh. It was weird.
There had been a report of a gathering of demons, but this wasn't the army Muzaka had been told about. They were low level, barely able to communicate - they wouldn't be able to coordinate an attack on the mortal plane, let alone trying to attack Heaven.
This was just cleaning up.
Not something to complain about -less demons meant less demons influencing mortals- but if the report had been wrong, then there was a chance-
Muzaka froze at a scream. Not one he'd heard before. But he recognised the voice.
Frankenstein's.
He hissed, almost not moving out of the way of the demon's claws. He grabbed them by the scruff and threw them towards another that was charging towards him.
No time. He couldn't waste time with the demons when something was happening with Frankenstein.
There was nothing here that should be able to harm Frankenstein though. Unless-?
Muzaka dashed through the mortal streets, wings flapping as fast as they could. He'd heard Frankenstein's scream in this direction. It hadn't been too long. He couldn't be too late, could he?
His thoughts tumbled over each other as he searched for Frankenstein's familiar form. Nothing. He couldn't see -
In the park, there was a swarm of demons, denser than all the rest.
Could it-?
Frankenstein could handle those demons easily. He wouldn't be-
Frankenstein wouldn't scream either.
Muzaka zoomed over, slamming into a bunch of them, sending them sprawling. He caught sight of a white robe and blond hair crouched in the middle of the mass. The white robe was splattered with blood, but Muzaka couldn't check if it was Frankenstein's or a demon's as he sliced through the demons around Frankenstein, scattering them.
The demons ran off after a few fell and Muzaka frowned, wanting to both chase after the demons to make sure they wouldn't hurt anyone else and to check on Frankenstein.
He span around, kneeling next to Frankenstein.
Frankenstein's wings were gone.
He stared, waiting second by breathless second, hoping to see them materialise again.
They didn't.
All that was left of Frankenstein's wings were stubs, blood cascading down like rivers.
"What happened?" Muzaka demanded, casting his senses out, but he couldn't sense anything strong enough that could have hurt Frankenstein so much.
No answer, Frankenstein just breathing harshly.
"Frankenstein...?" How hurt was he to not even respond? Muzaka patted his shoul-
His hand went through Frankenstein and everything tilted.
No...
Frankenstein shivered, turning his head towards him. "Muzaka...?" he whispered, licking his lips, his eyes wide. Muzaka had never seen an expression like that on Frankenstein's face before.
But he was sure his own expression was mirroring Frankenstein's.
He'd been able to touch Frankenstein before. He could touch demons.
The beings an angel couldn't touch were mortals.
And that wasn't the only thing.
"I can't..." Frankenstein's voice wavered, his eyes not focusing on Muzaka. "I can't see you."
Mortals couldn't see angels either.
Just what had happened to Frankenstein?