Chapter Text
10 years ago, September 17th.
"Kristin! Don't patrol without me!" Phil eagerly yelled, Flying faster to get to Kristin.
"You're too slow, Hurry up" She chuckled.
"You made sure the house is locked and the children are sleeping right?" She then asks, voice serious. She didnt want the two eleven year olds and a six year old to worry where they were.
"Sure did, love!" Phil replied.
The two flew onto a nearby building, landing and perching on it looking out for criminals or villains.
"What a lovely night, Phil." She said, gazing at the moon.
"Yeah, what a lovely night." He agreed.
The city of Manburg had very low crime rates, so patrols were calm for the both of them. They enjoyed every bit of it.
Then, all of a sudden there was a distant cry for help which cut through the tranquility of the night, prompting a shared glance of concern between Phil and Kristin. The once-relaxed atmosphere instantly shifted, and they took off into the night sky, wings spread out and their figures blending seamlessly with the moonlit clouds.
As they approached the scene, the urgency became palpable. A group of masked individuals had cornered a terrified couple, their pleas for mercy drowned out by the ominous intent of the assailants. Phil's fists clenched involuntarily, a surge of protective instincts kicking in, while Kristin, with a resolute gaze, swiftly assessed the unfolding situation.
"Looks like our calm night just hit a detour," Kristin remarked, her voice firm yet laced with determination.
The couple looked up with a mix of relief and uncertainty as the duo descended, their wings flapping in the wind. Phil shot a reassuring smile toward the distressed pair. "We've got this. Just stay behind us."
The tension in the air was thick as the masked assailants turned their attention to the approaching heroes. A moment of silent understanding passed between Phil and Kristin, a mutual agreement that they were here to defend the peace of Manburg.
The first punch was thrown, and the night echoed with the sounds of a scuffle. Phil's movements were swift, a dance of practiced skill, while Kristin weaved through the chaos with a calculated grace. Their communication was almost telepathic – a glance, a nod, a shared purpose.
The robbers were weak, never enough to beat Manburgs top 2 heroes.
Phil and Kristin circled the masked criminals, their eyes focused and movements synchronized. The criminal, realizing the formidable opponents before them, attempted a hasty escape, but Phil shot forward, intercepting their path with a precision that left no room for evasion.
Phil's hand blurred as it delivered a series of expertly executed strikes, a combination of punches and kicks that disarmed the criminal and sent their weapon clattering to the ground. Kristin, with grace and agility, moved to flank the evader, ensuring they were cornered.
The criminal, undeterred, retaliated with a desperate flurry of punches. Kristin seamlessly blocked and countered, her movements a testament to her martial prowess. Phil, seeing an opening, executed a swift spin, landing a decisive kick that sent the assailant staggering.
The duo's teamwork was evident as they anticipated each other's moves, creating a seamless choreography of justice. With a swift and synchronized motion, Phil and Kristin immobilized the criminal, rendering them powerless against the guardians of Manburg.
As the defeated foe lay on the ground, gasping for breath, Phil and Kristin exchanged a glance that spoke of their shared commitment to protecting the city. Without uttering a word, they rose into the night sky, leaving the subdued criminal for the authorities, and ensuring that the tranquility of Manburg endured under the watchful eyes of its dedicated protectors.
Amidst the confrontation, Phil couldn't help but glance over at Kristin. Her eyes reflected not just determination, but a deep-rooted sense of responsibility for the city and its inhabitants. This wasn't just a patrol; it was a commitment to something greater.
As the last assailant retreated into the shadows, afraid of them both after seeing his fellow criminals scream in pain on the floor. Phil and Kristin shared a brief moment of relief. The couple they had rescued offered heartfelt thanks, and as they faded into the night, the duo exchanged a knowing look.
The calm of Manburg had been momentarily disrupted, but as Phil and Kristin resumed their patrol, there was an unspoken understanding – their bond, forged in the crucible of responsibility, made every night, even the ones with detours, worth cherishing.
As Phil and Kristin descended to ground level, their wings gracefully folded behind them, they began to walk through the dimly lit streets. The soft glow of streetlights cast shadows on the buildings, creating an eerie yet peaceful atmosphere.
"It's oddly quiet tonight," Kristin mused, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "I've got this feeling, Phil, like something's about to happen."
Phil knew Kristin was always right.
Phil, ever the optimist, chuckled lightly. "Come on, Kris, not every quiet night is a prelude to trouble. Maybe the bad guys decided to take a break."
Phil said that but deep down there apwas an uneasy feeling, he ignored it.
She shot him a skeptical look but continued walking. The cityscape around them seemed to hold its breath, the silence echoing in the empty streets. As they strolled, their wings subtly unfurled, a display of readiness that served as a silent deterrent to any potential troublemakers.
"I'm serious, Phil. Call it a hero's intuition or whatever, but something feels off," Kristin insisted, her gaze scanning the shadows.
Phil, however, maintained his easygoing demeanor. "You worry too much, love. We've patrolled these streets a thousand times without incident. Tonight won't be any different."
But as they continued their rounds, Kristin couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that lingered in the air. The absence of other heroes patrolling only heightened her senses. She kept a vigilant watch, her instincts on high alert.
Their footsteps echoed through the quiet streets, the only disturbance in the stillness. Yet, despite Kristin's foreboding feeling, the night unfolded without incident. Phil's dismissive attitude seemed justified as the city maintained its calm facade.
"There is nothing to worry about! I think everyone just took a break tonight." He kept reassuring her nothing was wrong.
Then there were footsteps, quiet as a mouse,
Their heads shot to see hpwho was there,
Phil and Kristin turned to see Dream approaching, his grin sending a shiver down Kristin's spine. "Hey, Dream. What brings you out tonight?" Phil greeted, oblivious to the unease in the air.
"Just felt like joining the dynamic duo on patrol," Dream replied, his eyes flickering with an unsettling intensity. "Anything exciting happening?"
Kristin exchanged a wary glance with Phil, her earlier sense of foreboding intensifying. "Not really, just a quiet night," she replied cautiously.
Dream's smile widened, and he lingered in the shadows, his presence casting an eerie vibe over the trio. "You know, sometimes quiet nights are the most interesting," he murmured cryptically.
As they continued walking, Kristin couldn't shake the feeling that Dream's presence added an unexpected layer of tension to the night. Phil, still unperturbed, chatted amicably with their friend, unaware of the subtle shift in the atmosphere.
The trio walked through the city, wings on display, an unusual trio with an unspoken tension lingering beneath the surface. Little did they know that this seemingly ordinary night would unfold into something far more complex, with Dream's mysterious demeanor foreshadowing events that would challenge the peace they held dear.
Kristin couldn't help but feel strange.
As they continued their patrol, the quietness of the night became more conspicuous. Phil, ever observant, finally voiced the question on their minds.
"Dream... why is no one else patrolling tonight?" Phil inquired, his brow furrowed.
Dream's smile persisted, taking on a cryptic edge. "Oh, it's nothing to worry about. Just a quiet night for everyone, I suppose."
Kristin, however, wasn't satisfied with the vague response. "It's too quiet, Dream. Something feels off. Are you sure there's nothing we should know?"
He chuckled softly, dismissing their concerns. "Relax, my friends. Sometimes, heroes need a break too. Nothing to be concerned about."
'Suspicious much?' Kristin thought to her self and she sure knew Phil thought that too.
The trio continued walking in an awkward silence, the tension escalating with each step. Unbeknownst to Phil and Kristin, Dream had silently come to a halt, his eyes fixated on a distant point.
Kristin, sensing the sudden stillness, turned around to address him.
"Drea—" Her voice trailed off, cut short by a deafening explosion that engulfed them.
The force of the blast sent Phil and Kristin flying, their bodies propelled through the air like ragdolls.
The world spun in chaotic disarray as debris and smoke filled the night. Phil and Kristin's training kicked in, instinctively using their wings to regain control mid-air and land safely, albeit a few meters apart. The once serene streets were now disrupted by the aftermath of the explosion.
As the smoke cleared, the realization struck them — Dream's mysterious behavior had been a harbinger of danger, and the calm night had given way to an unexpected and perilous situation. Phil and Kristin, recovering from the shock, exchanged a determined glance, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them in the wake of the explosion.
Kristin struggled to fly, horrid burns were seen on her legs and wings.
"KRISTIN!" Phil screamed.
"I'm fine." She spat. She turned to face dream. And flew right at him, distantly hearing Phil scream at her not to.
Dreams power was hallucinations and speed. Kristin's was flight.
She flew full speed st dream, dream dodged like it was nothing and slammed her into the wall,
"ACK-" Was the noise she made after colliding with the building.
Fire spread around them and people had come out to watch from a distance.
Phil was furious.
He then flew to dream,
"YOU BASTARD! WHAT IS THE NEED?" He screamed, getting his claws out.
"Kristin here failed a very important mission to stop a villain. We can't have weaklings on the team, sorry to be a bummer."
Phil heard Kristin's cries.
He saw red
They broke out into an intense battle.
Phil was loosing.
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Dream chuckled,
"Weaklings, pathetic. How did you make it to top two? It should've been me! I will be first after this though. By the way, I was assigned to kill Her, Angel"
Dream seemed to then stop toying with Phil.
He lunged for him, creating multiple hallucinations of himself to trick Angel (Phil) and it worked.
Dream grabbed Angels wings and he threw him into the the gound.
There was a sickening crack. Dream laughed.
"Now stop distracting me you insect, I'm here to assassinate Kristin."
Phil couldn't get up.
Dream went closer to Kristin.
Phil screamed at him.
Dream grabbed his dagger.
Kristin screamed.
Then there was silence.
Phil couldn't breathe, he was hyperventilating. He couldn't feel his wings and his arm bent weirdly.
Dream shouted
"So long, Angel!"
Bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard Bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard Bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard Bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard Bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard bastard
Phil crawled his way to Kristin, his world.
She lay on the ground, in a pool of blood that was hers.
He almost threw up,
"L-love?" He whispered into her ear.
Her lifeless eyes pained him.
He hugged her and let out a scream.
Tears poured from his eyes.
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From that day, He was called the Angel of Death.
The whole city had heard that scream that night.
It was 'Deaths curse'