#wingless dude has a name but shh not yet

[the-three-whumpeteers]

AngelBreaker Part 2

this took longer than it should've so im just gonna say,,, uhh part 3 in hopefully less than a month lmao

also hey! first drop of blood

part 3 has more though

as for contents here

I don't know if @befuddled-calico-whump you wanted to be tagged but hopefully this is okay-

Basil is sick, much to his dismay. Very implied amputation. Blood, although its nothing big. Basil is in a state of panic. North touches Basil's wings which is extremely uncomfortable. And i think thats it-

Basil woke up surrounded by the pitch black. His shivering was worse and he felt- well, he couldn’t be sick, angels don’t get sick. He was trying to use his wings like some kind of blanket, but it didn’t help and he kept feeling miserable. He tried to just fall back to sleep, but it’s like his body wanted him to be miserable when his life had already fallen apart. Basil just felt completely defeated and didn’t want to be alone, in the dark, while his brain keeps mocking him about what happened to him. Basil finally sat up, but this wasn’t home where he could just go to his study and read, or go outside and enjoy the sun-

He really shouldn’t be thinking about his old life, not when it’s something that he’s never going to experience again.

Regardless of his old life, Basil needed to at least stretch his legs. He stumbled forward before he finally caught himself with the help of...the cell bars? At least that’s what they felt like. Basil has the bars a good pull, which really didn’t do much besides make a loud rattling noise. He winced at how loud it was, it really didn’t help given his condition. He was able to hear people shuffling around him, although he couldn’t put his finger on just how many. He turned around to pace some more, and he really didn’t realize just how loud he was being this whole time.

“Can you please just be quiet? Some of us are trying to sleep” the voice- the one that had first talked to him.

“Ah- sorry, but aren’t you-”

“That’s not being quiet”

“...oh, right, so-”

“I’m trying to tell you to shut up”

Basil finally shut his mouth, sitting against the bars and trying to use his wings to warm himself up again. He felt bad about making so much noise, but he wanted to know who this person was- maybe just for his own comfort.

“...Can you at least tell me your name..?” Basil asked quietly, hoping the basement was quiet enough to be heard.

He heard shuffling and a sigh, but he didn’t know if this was a good sign or not.

“You know, learning names here is the last thing you want, it’s easier to get over people disappearing that way” the voice commented before an award silence fell between them both. It took a bit longer for Basil to hear anything else.

“But, if you insist, Iris”

Basil looked in the direction of The- Iris’ voice “...oh, I didn’t think you’d tell me” he muttered to himself, although apparently, it was loud enough for Iris to hear- probably because the basement was completely quiet otherwise.

“I don’t really lose anything, and are you going to tell me your name or not? It’s only fair”

“Oh- sorry, I’m Basil,” he said quickly.

“Like the plant?”

“Isn’t Iris also a plant?”

“Okay... okay, touché” She chuckled.

They both fell into another moment of silence, although this one wasn’t as awkward as the one they’d had before. Sure, Basil still felt sick, but it was nice to know that the person in front of him didn’t hate him. Silences in the strange basement made the time go by surprisingly fast since apparently, Basil had fallen asleep while leaning against the bars- his wings would kill him for days but that’s probably the least of his concerns.

He was startled awake by the sound of footsteps, and he could see a faint glow coming from the stars. Basil could hear people around him scrambling around their cage. Iris, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care. Iris just looked tired and was giving him some kind of pitiful look, which really did concern Basil.

The footsteps got louder and the light grew brighter, and finally, Basil could see North coming into the basement. North looked as formal as he had looked before, and Basil felt strangely uncomfortable about it- after all, North definitely had power in the underworld.

Why had he trusted North before? Basil just felt like an idiot now, maybe he really was that desperate for some kind of help.

He was startled when North opened the door to his cage, staring at him expectantly. Basil stood slowly but backed up towards the wall, only to be grabbed and pulled towards the stars.

North’s hand was bleeding again.

Basil was practically dragged up the stairs, as he struggled to keep up with North, who refused to let go of his arm despite his sounds of protest. North only stopped to touch his forehead, which made Basil flinch.

“...Sick already” North grumbled.

“But...Angels aren’t supposed to get sick” Basil said, but North only stared at him for a moment before he finally reached and opened the door. Basil was met with the room he had seen before, large and heavily decorated, but it didn’t feel safe anymore. He was led through hallways that he could barely tell apart, and every once in a while saw more wingless people working around the place.

North opened a door, dragging him into a large white room, only a couple of cabinets and what seemed like some kind of bed-table? were in it. It was all so sterile. He flinched when loud squeaking echoed in the room, turning to see North dragging in a metal cart with...medical equipment?

“What are you-”

“Get on the table,” North said, completely cutting him off.

Basil almost went against North, but he really didn’t want to be hurt, and North seemed like the type to not care about his safety. He nodded slowly, sitting on top of the table. North moved behind him, dragging the cart with him. Basil just didn’t want to look, being hurt was inevitable at this point but he could hopefully avoid looking at his own blood.

He was shacking, expecting something to cut, burn, or bruise him, but he felt’s North’s hand gently stretch his wing, and the other hand was running across his feathers. The touch was soft and delicate- and Basil hated every second of it. North just kept touching a part of Basil that- it wasn’t even just him, every angel hated having their wings touched by a stranger, and this was so much worse.

Basil tried to yank his wing out of North’s grip, only for North to grab his shoulder and dig his fingers into one of his bruises. Basil stopped, but his breathing was quick, and panicked. Thankfully, the hand stopped, although it was still holding on to his wing. Basil started to calm down, but he was still worried about the fact that North’s hand was on him, he felt some new pressure on his wing and-

Snap

North let go of his wing, and almost immediately Basil tucked it closer to his body, noticing that one of the feathers had been cleanly cut off. Despite being focused on his wing, Basil could still hear some frustrated muttering behind him.

“You’re nothing more than cheap stuffing” North muttered.

Regardless of the situation- that comment hurt, sure his wings weren’t the softest, or the largest, or the most colorful, but regardless of that he took pride in them as all angels do. Basil wanted to snap at his captor, but admittedly he wasn’t in a position to say anything.

Basil had been too busy to notice North moving in front of him, only looking up when North grabbed his arm and pulled it forward. Basil glared at North, but it didn’t take long for him to see the sharp blade of a dagger. Basil tried to pull back, fearing what North would do, but North seemed to have expected the sudden motion and was quick to slice the palm of Basil’s hand. Basil tried to rip his hand away from North’s grasp, panicking at the sight of his own blood. North just wouldn’t let go of his hand, but he was doing something-something Basil didn’t care about because he just wanted to run away. North just kept squeezing his hand, but Basil didn’t dare to look at exactly what he was doing.

Seconds passed by in what felt like an eternity, but eventually, North let go. Basil immediately tried to get away, but he didn’t want to fall off the table or have his back turned to North. Despite how much Basil had panicked, North didn’t seem to care. Basil noticed a vial of blood-his blood, in North’s hand, and Basil just felt nauseous.

North looked frustrated, turning around and just...leaving him alone in the room. That is until he heard North’s voice, but it was too muffled for him to make out what he was saying.

Basil sat in silence, holding his still bleeding palm without knowing what to do. Suddenly, the door opened, and Basil expected North to come back in with some kind of torture device, but instead, a tired-looking- wingless?

The two made eye contact for a second, but then this new person just walked past him and started to clean up the room. Basil couldn’t do much but stare.

The wingless walked towards one of the cabinets and opened it, taking out a small first-aid kit.

“...can you show me your hand?” he said in a tired and hoarse voice.

Basil didn’t move for a second, trying to figure out what this person was. And the stranger seemed to understand what was going on.

“Please just, give me your hand- ask whatever questions you want, everyone new here has questions, just don’t let this thing get infected” he sighed. “But I warn you, I don’t know much about this hellhole myself.”

The stranger took Basil’s hand and gently started to clean the wound, he was careful and quiet the whole time, probably waiting for Basil to finally ask something. It took a while before Basil was calm enough to speak.

“...What- who are you?” Basil caught himself at the first part, but this stranger seemed to notice.

“Who I am doesn’t matter anymore- but as for the what?” The stranger scoffed “you can’t be that naïve, we’re all angels here, North would never let a demon touch his property.”

Basil got off the table, his injury finally clean and bandaged. He stumbled a bit, but the stranger caught him before he fell.

“But your wings- what happened to them?” Basil asked, scared of the answer.

The stranger shrugged, putting the supplies away as he gave Basil the answer he wanted.

“He liked my wings”