Chapter: Chapter 4: Crimson Wings

Chapter 4: Crimson Wings

"If anyone comes too close to him, I'll cut him open with my own hand! Don't you dare to give him a hair!"
Now Chris was completely confused. She was a demon hunter, so theoretically his worst enemy. But only theoretically, he wasn't a demon ... "What are you waiting for ?! Run away while I stop her!" she shouted angrily at him and got him out of his thoughts again. She waved her sword and instantly the villagers backed away. They weren't trained fighters like them and were very attached to life. "Think about it carefully, girl!" Replied one of them, but the demon hunter wasn't listening. She took a step forward and the villagers went back accordingly.
Now Chris finally dared to move again and ran between the villagers. One of these stretched out his hand to him, but the girl had noticed and in the next moment he had no more hand.Chris heard from afar how the sword of the demon hunter rushed down on the villagers. That made him run faster and faster. Even though the villagers wanted to kill him, he didn't want to see them die. They still meant something to him.
When he turned around, they were all out of sight and he slowed his pace. Only now did he notice how stupid it was to run away. Where should he go He had no relatives or friends outside his village ... and those in the village wanted to kill him. There was nowhere to go. And he couldn't get very far on his own anyway. Well, the demon hunter had helped him once ... but who knows! He couldn't rely on her either. After all, she wanted to kill him too! No. He had no one left. He couldn't do anything.
His rumbling stomach answered again, but he dragged on. Chris couldn't get caught again under any circumstances!
All the effort of the past few days had been too much for him.Everything around him went black and he collapsed.

"Hey, he's awake again! Come on quickly, priest!" An unfamiliar voice reached Chris' ears. He had opened his eyes but still couldn't see anything. It was too dark. When his eyes got used to the darkness, he realized that he was lying in the open air. At least that's what he suspects, since he saw some stars twinkling above him. He straightened up and saw a little girl on the floor in front of him, just seven years old. It must have been her voice he heard. "Where am I here?" He asked and the girl laughed. "You really have no idea, do you? It's a church. You can see it," she answered him. A church. Yes, now he saw it too. He was in a narrow room and not outside in the open air. That he could see stars, was only because the ceiling had a hole.
"Yeah, right. How are you?" Asked an older man walking in the door.He wore a long priestly robe. The girl ran to him. "Uh, very well. How do I get here?", Chris replied, and the answer was: "We found you unconscious about a few hundred meters away from here. That was two days ago. We brought you here so that you can go back Here, I have something to eat for you too. "Chris' eyes shone as a plate was set in front of him. He wanted to say something else, but he had already put a handful of food in his mouth. It wasn't anything special, but after such a long time it tasted like a feast to him. The priest smiled and said: "Well, I'll leave you alone for now. I still have to prepare mass for the children." Chris looked at him questioningly and he said: "This building can collapse at any moment, so no one will come come here for holy mass. Just a few orphans who I took in here and who have nowhere else to go.I'll go then ... "The priest left him alone.
Nice people, thought Chris when the priest closed the door behind him. And they didn't immediately call me a demon, even give me something to eat. Yeah okay, from the other end of the room and in the dark they couldn't see the color of my eyes, of course. But still they were very friendly ... Hey! Maybe he could stay here! In a way, he was also a wise man! Then at least he wouldn't have to run away from everyone ... Yes, that was the idea. He was about to ask the priest if he could stay here. He jumped up and stepped out the door.
"Priest!" He called and ran straight into it. The priest was standing right in front of the door and was just knocked over by Chris. He already had everything with him for mass and when he fell, all the holy water he had in a jug spilled over Chris.
When it hit his body, it burned his skin.Chris writhed and screamed, but that only made it worse. He swallowed some holy water and it felt like it was burning him inside out.
The priest watched this with horror. What was this boy that holy water offended him so much? And why did his eyes shine so brightly, so ... demonic? Wasn't he ...?
Chris couldn't take it any longer. The pain was too bad, it was too much for him. Even his eyes burned like fire, but then something happened. He felt his body change, noticed how it got stronger.
The priest could hardly believe it. The boy grew wings! But not white like angels wear, but blood red. He spread these new wings and easily flew away through the open ceiling.

:;:;:; Well, one way or another. Another totally crazy chap from a story that I actually only do on the side. But now it will be really good - if it goes as I imagine it.Chris` problems are just beginning ...:;:;:;