There was no such thing as Heaven.

Only Hell.

If you did good or bad, it didn't matter, Heaven doesn't exist, everyone goes to hell. The only way to distinguish Angels and Demons is their wings.

Demons have Dragon, or Bat wings. While Angels have Butterfly or Bird Wings. And Demons have horns, or at least really evil ones do. Angels usually have a circle with an arrow going through it in the backs of their necks.

But Tony, he wasn't an Angel, but he wasn't a Demon. His father, was a very evil Demon, but his mother, was a very sweet angel. To be an Angel, you cannot get murdered by somebody you trusted, and you must have a fairly happy life.

Tony's mother was the sweetest angel ever, meaning he got his angel powers from her. But since Steve killed him and Howard mistreated him, he had the powers of a demon.

As well as their powers, and an Angels Wings, and sweet heart, as well as an Angels great defensiveness. He had Bird wings, but could also have Butterfly wings, if he wanted to.

He could do it with his powers, he had lots of magic in his fingertips. He could turn his head into a Goat head, if he wanted too. So, how do people react?

He doesn't belong. Is he an Angel? Or is he a Demon? He's both, so he can't be trusted, right? Because he's twice as powerful, he is always challenged the most in Duels.

It's said that whoever kills him will be the King of hell's left hand man. Which, is just a rumor, but could be true, Tony is satan's toughest Demon..Angel...thing.

Right now, Tony was being challenged to a duel, by Jaminia. A tough Demon Barbarian, who had thick wings, which were bat wings.

She always claims that she's worthy of Dragon Wings though.

Right now, both were in "The Circle of Devastation and Destruction". That's what everyone nicknamed it, at least.

"Give it up, Stark! You never were tough! You were just a quivering pussy! One with a gift that they don't deserve." She growled, a sword in her hand, which was very sharp. She had a scar circling around her leg, like a spring almost.

It glowed Black, it's her Magic Marks. Magic Marks were basically the marks that you got from battles, or traumatic experiences, they proved that you could redeem yourself, and that's what gave you magic.

Tony's Magic Marks were in his wings, and around his Arc, in crossword puzzle like shapes. Like the ones he got from Palladium poisoning.

"Go!" Somebody said, as Jaminia charged at Tony, her sword looking extra sharp in her fairly pale hands. Her Magic Marks now glowing, as the sword had an Aura, which was Auburn, that same color of Jaminia's eyes.

Tony spread out his Mitch matched colored wings, and flew up, he was empty handed. "Pussy!" She cried out in anger. Tony's Wings were hot rod red, but just slightly darker, on one side, with gold markings through them.

While the other was Gold, with hot rod red markings on it. "Well, I wasn't given a weapon, was I now?" Tony smirked, flying up, as Jaminia did the same, her sword ready to impale Tony.

Suddenly, his pupils went small, as a black like mist emerged from his hands and clung on to her arms, and legs, her wings flapping like crazy. "Put me down and grow a pair! Can't even punch me can you!?" She cried out.

The Shadow's grip tightened "Sorry. I didn't want to do this to you, you're too sweet for me to do this..but I have no choice. Anger has infected you." Tony whispered as Jaminia was dropped down, her wings not helping her keep balance.

She fell to the ground with a loud thud, but she wasn't dead. "Stark, is the Winner!" The man said, as people shouted explicit names at him.

Tony sighed, as his pupils went back to normal, the Shadows were gone, and he flew away, getting what felt like a Shoe tosses at him. "Yuck, I don't wanna smell that." Tony chuckled. Throwing it back, right in the mans face.

But Tony knew, he knew...

That Jaminia wasn't done with this.