The Fallen (Demon!Levi X Angel!Eren)

chapter 1: falling

(Btw, Jesus and God might be rude in this, it's just for the story. Longer chapter ahead.)
Erens POV:

I stood on Heavens edge, facing Heaven. I took a glance at Jesus. He looked at me like his child, his child that has made him and God disappointed. I looked away, ashamed of what I've done. "Well, Eren my child you have made the Heavens angry. To stop this from going futher, you'll be released. Anyone want to say goodbye?" God said. Mikasa ran up to me and hugged me tightly. "I need to tell you something." I nodded, listening carefully. Her face went red and her wings hung low. "I-I love you...." (I promise this isn't an Eren x Mikasa story.) I frowned. "I see you like a sister, a family member, a friend, nothing more and nothing less." She teared up. "It's better then nothing I guess." She said. I hugged her once more before running to Armin who was crying like the huge crybaby he is. "I'll be ok." I promised and hugged him. I weakly hugged Jesus and God, not wanting to anger them even more. I walked gracefully to the edge of the Heavens again. "Goodbye." I said before turning on my heel, gracefully once again and hopped down. My back faced the earth. My wings seemed to not fly anymore so I wrapped myself around them and it hid my body pretty well. As I fell, my fears came tumbling back. After being in a place all about happiness, joy, and no more suffering, it effects you when you come back to the suffering. I hugged myself as tears streamed down my face, my breath quickened by the second. My wings shed feathers like leaves but I didn't pick them up. By now, I was too pure for Hell but too impure for Heaven. As I thought more about Heaven, I wondered why we even have to die. If we all fall short of the glory of God, why does Heaven matter? Why does pureness matter? Why does anything matter? As I got closer to the ground, I heard talk about me being a 'fallen Angel'. Some people where confused, some where happy, and some where mad. I finally reached the ground, creating a hole in the ground with me in the middle. I felt something break but didn't know what. I wept as people walked pass me, not even glancing at me. No one helped me for what seemed like hours until one person came to me. He was a Demon, a Demon that doesn't care if people see him in the open. He flew down to me, he was wearing a  black pair of jeans and a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up. He had a black tie and his hair was in a, in my opinion, sexy style. "Oi! What is an Angel like you doing down here?" He glanced at my wings. "My God! Your wing is broken!" I looked up at him. Tear stained cheeks, puffy eyes, a slightly open mouth, a trashy outfit that consisted of a white suit, and to top it all off I had a broken wing. I probably looked insane to him. He ran to my side and glanced for cuts. "You look filthy." He said. He's probably a clean freak. "My names Levi, Levi Ackerman." He said. "Eren, Eren Jaeger." I mumbled softly, my throat dry. I wasn't used to Earth. He frowned at me. "What happened? Why aren't you in Heaven right now?" I looked at him once more. "I did something... Something bad....  Heaven won't eccept me anymore..." I said honestly. "That's terrible..." He responded. I just stayed quiet and looked at the ground. Levi grabbed my chin softly and turned my head to look at his head. He looked serious, almost mad. "I'm guessing you need somewhere to live?" "Y-yeah...." "Do you wanna live with me?" "I don't wanna invade your home..." "It wouldn't bother me. Stay with me. It'll give you a home at least." I looked at both sides of the story. For one, I'll get a home but for two, I'll be living with a Demon. Can I trust him? Can he trust me? "Ok... I'll live with you...." I decided. He seems nice and right now I need a home, he was nice enough to offer me one. "Can you stand up?" "I don't know honestly." "Let's not take chances right now, I'll carry you." "You're too kind." "It's no problem at all." He suddenly picked me up, me squeaking with surprise. He chuckled at the noise I made. "That was cute, Eren." I blushed. My name came off of his tongue so smoothly, so sweetly, so soft. I just wanted him to say my name again. He carried me to his house, as he carried me my wing tips grew black. That's what happens to fallen Angels, their wings grow Black.

(That's it! I hope you don't hate it like I hate myself!)