By the time they got back to Angelique's place, it was getting dark. “I'll get us some supper.” Angelique disappeared inside while Chase stayed outdoors, watching the sun set over the plains. He sat on a large rock, still warm from the day's sun.
“How am I going to get home?” He thought out loud to himself. Suddenly, he got the feeling like he was being watched again. “Angelique? Is that you?” He turned his head to look at the shack, but nobody was there. Chase looked around but all he could see was the shadows slowly creeping towards his feet as the sun disappeared. Then he heard it, the voice that had tormented him when he fell. It was as dark and cryptic now as it was then except now it sounded like there were two. Chase strained to hear what the voices were saying, when they detached from one another. The first voice faded away, leaving a low raspy voice in its place.
“Did no one ever tell you it's not nice to eavesdrop?” The voice was now coming from his left; Chase turned quickly to find the source of the voice. Something in the shadows moved.
“Who are you?” He called to the darkness.
“I am what I am. No more, no less.” Chase had never liked mind games.
“Enough of this, come into the light where I can see you!” He glanced back to the house to be sure Angelique wasn't there.
“Can't.” This was the only answer he got, one word.
“Well why not?” Chase was getting angry.
“That girl might come out.” The voice threw the words at him.
“Fine, Later, when she's asleep.” Chase turned away from the place this thing was, entering the shack he nearly walked into Angelique. “Angel hey, what's going on?” He didn't want her going out there in case that thing got her.
“I was coming to get you, food's done.” She gestured to the small table where two plates of salted pork, bread, butter and cheese sat.
“Thank you Angel, how am I ever going to repay you?” In a whisper too soft for him to hear, Angel told him.
“You could stay.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing.” She shrugged before leading him to the table.
When they had eaten and cleaned up, Angelique found Chase some blankets he could use to help make the mattress more comfortable. “Why don't you sleep on it?” He asked her.
“I've always slept over there, it's my spot. Is there something wrong with that?” Putting his hands up, Chase laughed.
“No miss there ain't nothin' wrong with that there spot.” He faked her accent, sending her into a fit of giggles.
“It's getting late.” She yawned.
“Yes it is. So I guess this is goodnight.” Angelique climbed into her mess of blankets and settled in for the night.
Chase waited until she was asleep before he snuck outside to where he had been earlier. “I'm back.” He said to the darkness. There was no answer. “Are you kidding? He's probably not going to come back anyway.” Chase turned to come back inside when he felt the familiar feeling down his back.
“I'm back as well.” Chase faced the darkness again.
“Angelique is in bed, now come out.” He waited without hearing anything. Then, as if the shadows were melting, a figure oozed out from them. Chase could see two thin arms with bony fingers and sharp, jagged nails. Legs with knees that stuck out at angles; every bone could be counted in the torso, along with multiple scars and harsh lines. The skin of the face was stretched over the bones underneath, the hair was thin, straight and black. He looked into the creature's eyes. They were two black orbs in its face, deep and sunken in the sockets.
“What are you?” Chase drew back from the sight before him.
“I am what you see.” The thing's rasping voice answered, revealing rows of sharp, pointed teeth. “A creature from the darkest of shadows, born of fear and evil. I am a Demonic Veytalic.” Chase scrambled to remember what a Demonic Veytalic was. He remembered a book with them in it. It said that they were the offspring of a demon and a spirit trapped in the Underworld. They were only allowed on Earth's surface when fulfilling a deed for their master.
“Why are you here?” The Veytalic looked at him. As it spoke it morphed into a human with black irises and pure black wings, like an angel.
“I'm here on a mission. A very important mission.”
“What does Angelique's place have to do with that?” He was worried for her safety from this monster.
“Not her, you.” It pointed a long finger at Chase. “Tell me Chase, have your wings been changing?” Chase was afraid. If this thing knew his name and his wing state, what else did he know?
“Why do you want to know that? And who are you?” The Veytalic laughed.
“I need to know to complete my mission. And as for who I am, does the name Natus ex Tenebrae ring a bell?” Chase thought the name sounded Latin, but how did he know that? He had never spoke a word of Latin in his life! “Let me help, think to the days before you were accepted into Heaven.” He spat the last word out. “Think to before Earth, to the beginning of your existence. What do you remember?” Chase did as he was told.
“I remember darkness and evil and power.” He wasn't sure where he was getting this from. Without him feeling it, his wings unfurled.
“Ahh, I see you've reached the age.” The Veytalic said, examining his wings.
“What age?” Chase was curious but also frightened.
“You mean those good for nothing angels never told you?”
“Told me what?”
“Told you about your true origin?”