Fic: "Kneeling Demon" (1/1) PG-13 [Scott/Jean]
- Kneeling Demon
By Nadja Lee 12/18/03
English is not my native language. Please forgive me my mistakes.
Disclaimer: X-men and all the characters here belong to Marvel , 20 Century Fox and I intend no infringement, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, and I make no money of it.
Only the original idea contained within this work is the property of the author. Please do not copy this story to any website or archive without permission of the author.
Universe: Set in an AU.
Pairing: mild Scott/Jean
Summary: Even a demon can fall on bended knee before an angel.
Archiving: Want, ASK, take, have.
Feedback: Yes, please. My e-mail address is neh@....
In response to Mins PowerSwap Challenge.
Warning: This takes a spin on Christian religion. If that might offend you then dont read this.
Many thanks to Dee Dee for great and fast beta *hugs*.
Comparison piece to Salvation.
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Hes an angel. Ive seen him descend from up high, his wings spread out, all dressed in white. Its an amazing sight a humbling sight.
Its strange how things can change in just a few years. Before I turned 15, my greatest concern was my hair and make-up. I was doing great in school and was very popular. I had always wanted to become a doctor and my life had been all planned out. Then disaster struck and my whole life fell to pieces. My body began to change swiftly betraying me in every way. I used to be so beautiful, everyone always told me so. Now Now I looked like a monster or a devil with red glowing eyes, sharp teeth and even a tail. I couldnt continue school I couldnt go anywhere. My family stayed with me and for that Ill be forever grateful but I could still see the hint of fear in their eyes, the doubt. They didnt know what was happening to me and neither did I. My father had always been a reasonable man and suspected a mutation of sorts; there had been rumors about mutated children but my mom was a religious woman who had a very hard time with the fact that her oldest daughter looked like a dark blue demon. After I turned 18 I ran away. My home had become my prison and I couldnt take it anymore. I wandered about in the streets, trying to stay to the dark, always hiding my body in lots of clothes and wearing large capes and hoods. The only time I was ever glad for how I now looked was when someone tried to grab me one look at my face and they ran away in fear.
Slowly burning out, falling towards a slow hell I was sure this would be my end. For some crime even I didnt know I had committed I had been cursed and reduced to this Homeless, alone Abandoned and feared. Then He came. An angel in the truest sense of the word. He was as beautiful as Im not. Large white wings, a kind face with warm eyes and soft dark sandy hair. He was amazing. He flew down to me while I was walking down a deserted alley. Floating a few feet above ground He reached out His hand to me and simply asked me if I wanted to come with Him. Without hesitation I laid my hand in His and He flew away with me.
I know I shouldnt love Him in the way that I do. Hes an angel our leader. But I cant help it. Amongst Him and his Im not feared Ive found a new home and something to fight for. Still, only ever in His eyes do I see love do I see the absence of fear, disgust and hesitation. The others here are kind but they cannot hide the glimmer of hesitation in their eyes. Only ever in His eyes do I feel human again. Hes my Savior in every sense of the word and I cannot help but to give Him my heart and my soul.
I see Him now, walking through our camp and His followers separate before Him like water before Moses. Looking at Him spellbinds me and as Hes to pass me I fall on bended knee like the others for before an angel even demons kneel. He takes me under the chin so I can look up and into his eyes and he smiles at me. Be blessed, He says before He moves on and a smile stays on my lips for hours. He cares for me; I know He does. Yet Hes an angel Hes a God. Though my love will remain a distant worship then I know it will stay forever.
After all isnt the First Commandment that you shall love your God? And that I do that I do. Always.
It was hopefully clear that Jean had Kurts powers and Scott had Warrens.