Inheritance

Chapter 22- The One true Night Angel

"So spill the beans, Dark guy. What happened?" Blaise said.
"Well, to start off, your story is exaggerated. From the real records it showed they only killed 23 people in total. Many of them were related to the gray angel, in some way or another."
"So they killed their relatives?!" I exclaimed
"Don't you ever get tempted to kill your sister every once in awhile?"
"Well...yeah. But I wouldn't do it without a good reason."
"Hmpf. In that case, lets say they had a good reason so you two don't interrupt me again. Now then, as I was saying. The gray angel actually killed a small amount of people, at least according to some other records of murders gone wrong. Then they fled all around. People put up wanted posters, and I remember that the angels wanted him killed on sight."
"YOU SAID HIM! Its a boy." Blaise looked proud of herself for finding the small detail. Nightmare glared at her, annoyed at being interrupted.
"Yes, it was a boy."
"How old was he?" She asked.
"Idk. He looked about your age."
"Ooooh that's cool."
"Now shut up."
He cleared his throat and then continued.
"A bunch of bounty hunters went after him, day in and day out. His life was worth a lifetime of gold and riches. Everywhere he stayed people reported him, and soon he was utterly alone. Then, one day, a certain bounty hunter found him. His group had been killed by the gray angel, and he wanted revenge."
Nightmare went quiet for a moment, remembering, before he continued to speak.
"But when the boy met the gray angel, he didn't kill him oh no. Instead, he joined him."
"But why?" I asked.
"No-one really knows why. But quite often people said they were holding hands."
"Oh. OH. They were gay." Blaise said, understanding
"I can't say for certain but-"
"Aha! I got it! Their gay. I'm so smart." She crossed her arms and smiled, smug.
Nightmare looked like he was going to slice her in half, but he didn't. He just sighed and continued yet again.
"It didn't last long. They both ran from the world, for the world wanted them dead. But, alas, after 15 years, They were caught. And the boy was killed."
"That's so sad..." Blaise mumbled.
"Indeed it was. The gray angel broke inside. Before he felt guilty. He felt pain, and sorrow, and love just like everyone else. But when the boy was taken from him he went mad with grief. He killed anyone that got in his way. Finally he was subdued. Just before they could kill him however he released every bit of magical power in his body. And with his magical power also went his soul. Yes he died that day, but he lived forever more as a ghost. Half alive, half dead. His wings were turned pitch black, like a night angels. And forevermore he was known as the one, true, Dark angel. He carries with him the true power and essence of his descendants It is said he feeds off of the dark energy and pain given off by Night angels. And he haunts them with his mad spirit to this day, as the rumours go. The end."
We were both quiet for a moment, looking at Nightmare. He faced away from us, so we couldn't see his expression
"Was the gray angel you?"
"No, now leave me be. I have things to do."
And with that, he vanished.