I'm not lonely.

I haven't said a word for what sixteen years now? I'm not lonely. I have two friends. I'm the only one that can talk to them, though this makes everyone think I'm crazy. But he told me crazy is just another way of saying unique so using that context I'm extremely unique.

In this world humans and the supernatural don't mix except for the rare occasion when they fall in love. In those times if they decide to have kids they all would be shamed along with the children being called variants of bastards or halfbreeds. Even more rare is the odds of an angel and demon participating in this, even more so their royal leaders.

I am one of these.

-x-

The first war was fought with the very first rulers at the beginning of time. Mikasa Ackerman queen of the demons and Armin Arlert king of the Angels. They were the ones who decided the gentle, kind, and "good" angels would watch over the humans while the demon counter part would watch over all the rest of the supernatural beings. The fight was only a small dispute yet dubbed as war.

Humans know nothing of us. They believe of us to be in the place they call hell (we call it the underworld), only it's almost identical to their Earth. Angels live in heaven which is yet again, almost identical. Think of the Earth, now think of a small film being lain over it. Once you peel back the film it's the same place just renamed to fit those inhabiting it.

The second war. The angels and demons had gotten into another war after finding that supernaturals were escaping and terrorizing the humans. Primarily vampires, werewolves, and ghosts. After the demons refused to exterminate this such beings the angels went into a fit of rage.

Declaring war they fought not in a single all out fight for a battle of brute strength like most would think. Actually contrary to much belief the aged rulers of the angels wanted war while on the supernatural side it was all a matter of the second in command persuading their king.

It was mostly the civilians who couldn't control themselves. They'd jump at the chance to slaughter the other. Many, many died this way. Entire towns massacred for the sake of their kingdom. Soon the real reason the war started was long forgotten the main trouble was the supernaturals and the angels who were excited by the chance of blood being spilled. They killed the others with little reason, at times there wasn't even one.

After a long and agonizing five years at each other's throats, hundreds of beings dying each day, and constant tension. Finally the Underworlds elders and Heavens counsel came to an agreement. The unwed, demon, king and princess of the angels would be married. Their child would be the peace treaty between the two, the one who was meant to rule both realms, the one who was supposed to end this.

Carla Anastasia. A.k.a God, next in line for the throne after her war hungry parents that is. She was the last direct descendant of Armin Arlert. Her second in command being that of the Rals.

Grisha Jaeger. A.k.a Satan, King of the Underworld. He was the only living descendant of Mikasa Ackerman, not to be confused with his second in command Kenny Ackerman. It was just a matter of who took who's last name during marriage in the kingdoms royalty. Kenny and his wife Kutchel have no blood lines to Mikasa Ackerman.

These two are the almost perfect love story.

It was the stereotypical love at first sight. So the marriage was no big deal to them. They wed and lived in the human world for awhile until Carla was announced pregnant. Of course it was kept on the down low until the child was actually born merging the two. The people of both worlds knew nothing of this whole "treaty".

The only complications to this were the skeptical parents of Carla, who soon died leaving Carla as the ruler. In reality her second in command, Patricia Ral, took control as she become useless in her predicament: unable to be seen with the large stomach in the public eye.

And then there was Kenny Ackerman.

He hated the idea with a burning passion, he had a strong belief that the people they ruled over should know exactly what was going on, or it shouldn't go on at all.

He tried to convince his King, Grisha, into telling the supernatural world. He refused saying it wasn't safe until the child itself was borne. Kenny did not like this.

He was brought along to a meeting between the legally bound partners. Carla was reaching nine months and the predicted due date seemed to run right to them.

Kenny had managed to poison the queen. A small spot of his specialty made elixir in her tea caused the queen to become too weak to give birth much less carry the baby any longer.

She was given a c section and a beautiful baby boy was born. With a soft, pure white, feathered wing. The black "demon" wing took on more of a demonic perspective, as expected, he also had a tail that would most likely take after the demons trait and were able to be retracted, unlike the small black pointed tail. This was something completely new, it was a halfblood. No other pure blood had the traits of two opposites, no one was so impure as this child.

After instantly loving the child Grisha refused to tell the public. "The child will be at too much of a risk! Instead we will only announce our marriage." But he didn't even do that. "How would we hide our child after saying that!?" He would scream whenever asked about the subject. They were already looking for other ways to end the feud between each side. Kenny, Kenny knew how.

He devised a plan. Simply killing the new couple and their impure child. Then he would rise to power and he would end this war.

It was a foggy Halloweens night, when the dead come back to visit the living and monsters as said to roam free.

Kenny stormed into the bedroom at midnight. Awoken by the loud racket and thinking it to be of the utmost urgency, Grisha sprung out of bed only to have his head sliced clean off.

The king of the underworld, strongest of all supernatural beings. Slaughtered like a turkey on thanksgiving.

The small infant screamed in his cradle while his mother sobbed begging Kenny for mercy. After that proved useless she prayed, for someone to save her, for this to be over, but most of all for her child to live.

Being gathered close to his mother's chest in her last moments, only three months old and being forced to learn the cruelty of the harsh and unforgiving world. Too young some would say, much too young.

Taking her very last breath, as the sword pierced her gut, she kissed her baby tears dripping onto his soft skin. Her eyes stayed open, wide and terrified, while she fell limp to the bed.

As he rose his arms up ready to swing the blood streaked sword down onto the final surviving member of the royal bloodline. A ghostly white hand stopped him. A faint white outlined the body of a girl, a young girl with pitch black hair. The way she moved, the aged look in her eyes. You could tell she had seen the terrors of the world, the ferocity of war, and the heart shredding feeling of watching those you love die. With a nonexistent hand, the dead had stopped him.

A petite blonde looking not much older than the ravenette picked the child from his mother's cold embrace, pale white wings unfurled protecting the child just in case. He coddled the young infant successfully silencing him with the small hum of a lullaby.

"Disgraceful." The spirit muttered to the trembling killer. She glanced at the child before glaring back at the man. With a clench of her fist the sword shattered into billions of sparkling sand sized particles much resembling stardust. The baby cooed, giggling while he reached out to touch the magical glitter.

Falling to his knees, the second in command bowed before the two, at a complete loss for words as how to explain the event he sat there kneeling like the pig he was, groveling before those higher than he.

He watched with the utmost shock while both spirits touched the sun kissed baby. Slowly they both disappeared, their silhouettes fading as they sealed themselves into the babbling baby.

Kenny now realizing that he would never be able to hurt the halfblood, as he had both the spirits of Armin and Mikasa. Two of the most powerful beings known to man. Devising a new plan. He would simply get rid of it until it arose again and he could properly take care if the problem.

Gathering the baby into bundles of blankets, he removed all the royal and expensive looking clothing.

He abandoned the baby at the highest kept secret testing facility known to the government. It was unnamed for a reason as no one knew what it was. There he lay the sleeping infant out at their doorstep leaving behind a single sheet of paper.

Feel free to use this product of an angel and demon to do whatever you wish.

Eren.

And trust me, as being the one to go through it they indeed did. The facility had used me physically, mentally, and sexually even.

The morning after this the king and queen where found murdered, small toys, clothes, and the fact the queen was supporting a child. (Body stuff, lactating, c section scar) led large amounts of people to wonder where the child was.

Ever since then, I've sworn myself to a vow of silence. I have yet to say my first words.

How I know this you ask? Mikasa Ackerman and Armin Alert. They informed me about all of it once i was old enough to understand.

When I'm weak mentally or physically Mikasa or Armin will try to take over, like possession, but don't get me wrong it's for my well being.

The bad parts are that I know have a white/black mark outlining the individual wings. Intense emotion (depending on which) can also cause the marks as I call them, to grow. The marks are what's left of the spirits who entrapped themselves inside of me. The white signifies Armin, and the black Mikasa. Luckily I am also able to communicate with them in my head. But they are also able to communicate with each other, which is a major downside seeing as hate isn't a strong enough word to express how they feel towards each other. Thankfully I am also able to block them at times, much like I'm able to take back control of my body. But that has large risks to it.

^notes I've made
Please if you have any questions just ask please excuse the shit drawing