Angel Ties

Angel Ties
Danielle

Well...here we go again...~~ I really wanted to post more often but god damn real life decided otherway and send me through hell. At least I got a few new things done and finished old ones. New parts to "I look up to see the earths shadow but saw the blood red moon instead", "Angel Sanctuary", the "Dream Crime" series and "Angel Ties" done. I will start with the repost of "Angel Ties" and "Dream Crime", plus a new part of "Angel Ties". If there is still interest in those BS I will continue posting them, if not, well, quess either new ones or going back to lurkerdom. Your decission dear readers ^^.

Angel ties

Rain, wetness drippling down my face. Rain, pure rain. Washing away the dirt to reveal what lays beneath. Reveals the truth. Washing free the memories, to showing us things we don´t remember, leaving us unprotect to ourselves.
I hate rain.
Darkness around me, the light far away. The flickering light of cars that pass by, shortly illuminating the greyness that surround me, the dull greyness of a sidestreet, illuminating the soaked dirt. I hear the thunder roll, a flashing lightning, and I can see you. Your darkness, the blackness that represent you, even now steady in the white light, bright as the day, you are the night. A flash of emerald fire. And then you are gone, hidden in blackness.
My dark angel, my beautiful fallen. The angel that is pure inside pollution. In an ideal place I am running after a shadow, you do not see. With just that, nothing more. In swearing that I would never voice this thought that pass my lips now.
"I want you back."
You, the one having a pure soul like heaven´s light in this time, in the darkness of the deep abyss.
I chant a prayer of death agony. Just wanting you.

Angel ties 1

Awaken again, to the sound of night. The sounds of human night, traffic, cheerful voices, a dog barking somewhere in anger. Sounds I am not used to hear. Not my world, not the quietness I am coming from. Where the only music you hear are the screams of tortured souls, that sometimes echo in the darkness. Make them go away, the memories of this lonely years, where the only one to give you company is your own crazy mind. That trick you with images that aren´t real. But I am free again, free to go where I want . And I am here.
Why am I here in this world?
In this room, made for human needs? To burry the shell of flesh and the fragile spirit beneath walls of stone.
For you. You my dark angel. Yesterday I saw you. Walking through the rain. A lonely stranger to the world. You. The one made for me. In all the time that earth will be, there will be only one. One to fill the empty spot of our heart, to force away the claws of lonelyness and madness that comes within. One made for the other. One in eternity. And you, you are my other half and I am. I am yours. Why don´t you see the truth? That we belong to each other. Why do you deny it, deny you memories? The memories of love, years of passion, nights of love. Didn´t you feel the bond between us? The peace we found in each others arms, entangled lives...
For what reason can't I ever stop thinking about you? My angel of death and night.
Love. After all this years there is still love, after the abandon.
You are with him, the blond demon. Again. But how long will this love last, when will you are forget it. Soon. You were able to forget the love of thousand years, so this one will only be a matter of time. Forgetting is easy for the ones that are made for eternity. Like you, like me. But now you are with him. And jealousy eats me away. Every look of your emerald eyes that is not directed to me, every breath not mixed with mine is torture for my heart. Jealous, a burning fire insid of me.
I'm not afraid of the fiery flames in my heart that threatens to tear my body apart, I still do not repent---
Will not repent. The things I am going to do. There is nothing to repent. Nothing to care about in the war of love, the love of an angel. Not even murder. And if I need to I will, will send the souls of everyone to hell, for just getting you. Am I mad? Am I evil...
Good and evil, the saint and the devil.
What do we use to define them?
If to go against the one-way direction dictated by the passage of time is what mortals call evil, then between saint and devil,
I'd rather abandon saintliness and succumb to evil.

Angel ties 2

My feet touch the ground, soundless, a drifting shadow. Only the faint light of the moon illuminate the white flowers around me, reflecting in silvery sparkels in the cristal clear water of the fountain. The white marble glowing in an inner fire. The air is full the fragrance of roses, overhelming, caused by the early rain. A sweet, intoxiating smell, full and rich. But only faint against the one of the garden of darkness. Where roses of blood and grass of blackness grows, filling the air with the taste of night. You used to love them, spending hours in the rain of bloody petals, until the fragrance was yours. The wispher of night and the intoxiating taste of true crimson blood.
My fingers clench the small black semen, a present of the past, playing with it. My eyes wander to the iron balcony as I lend down to place it in the earth. The white curtains billow in the wind, like white fog, unreal ghosts. A black shadow makes it way to the french windows, moonlight streaming over a angelic face, silver streaming over hair of darkness, glowing slender hands brushing away the silky strands. And our eyes meet. Burning emeralds, pale green flames, meeting mine. Your face a mask of wonderment, your full sinful lips forming a unspoken question. My heart skip a painful beat as you lean forward to take a better look, the light of the room behind you, forming a hallow of bright light around you. My dark saint. How I yearn to stand beside you, press my body against you slender form, taste your lips. But the time isn´t right, not now. First I will have to deal with the blond demon. And may some others. Taking revenge on anyone that took your love, took your love away from me. And so I vanish again, a faint breeze, caressing your beautiful face. But I can´t stop myself, the words flowing from my lips.
"A foreboding wind cuts heaven and earth. Light tramples over the unmerciful dark.
Look. The moon wrenches the body, the sun strikes regretful feelings.
Look. Is he the Messiah?
Look. That form is not a deceit?----..."

What was this? How was this possible? Has my mind tricked me? But I am sure there had been somebody. But I had not felt a beating heart, not mortal nor immortal. No breath. Jsut standing there, a young man, nearly a boy. Long hair, surrounding a perfectly molten face. But the eyes, they had drown me in a spell. Eyes of engraved darkness, deeper than any abyss. I know them. Who he is?

Angel ties 3

Did I worry you, my dear? Made you wonder? Fear? Ah. I shouldn´t have been so careless, should have made sure you didn´t see me. I had planned that for later, a proper time and a proper place. But it happend and to be honest I do not care. I am so careless, leaving a trail of death bodies for everyone to find. Shall they dare to follow them, shall they dare. To face their own death in heavenly disguise. Oh, how I would love to rip their bodys apart, tearing immortal flesh from ageless bones, burn their black hearts in the flame of my jealousy, melt their dark souls with mine to torture them, chained at the portal of hell. They shall know what lonelyness and craving for release and love really is.
And dear god, I will, as soon as I can. Their bleeding hearts shall be mine.

Slowly I am strolling down the streets, finding my way through the flow of mortals. A mass of living bodies, beating hearts. The hunger increases, the never ending greed. I don´t need blood anymore and so I force it back, ignoring. Killing would only be for joy and if doing it now I would be a real murderer. But I am, aren´t I? All nice intentions, but how long will I be really resentful until I surrender to the longing of sinking my fangs in the warm flow of life? Like drugs, so is the blood. And we are the addicted.
But I do not really worry about killing or not killing, that is just a distraction from the main task.
Louis.
I don´t know what is wrong with him. Since the moment, early that evening, when he ran down in the back yard and didn´t come in again for two hours. Just stairring at a spot next to the fountain, not moving, frozen like a statue of marble. Since that moment something has changed within him. His eyes. I frown as I remember the look in is eyes as he came back in. His normally soulful green eyes empty, not reflecting anything. But absorbing, taking all colours, all emotions, taking them and let them vanish in the unknown depths of green darkness. His face emotionless as he passed me, not looking at me, to vanish in his room. He didn´t come out, locked his door. And I bet he is still there.
God! How I hate the mental barriers between us! Specially in moments like that! A kingdom for your thoughts!
"Surely not about."
What? Mind-reader? Vampire? Haven´t felt anything!
I look around, searching for the source of the voice. Prepared to let any kind of danger burst away into flames. Would give a nice panic, in the middle of New Orleans. I search and find...

Who? How? Why? Where? From where do I know him? Where do I know this face from? That are the questions that torture my mind. Let me resting unpeacefull, make me twisting the sheets between my fingers, wet of bloodsweat, until they give way, my nails ripping the fine fabric apart. Something is wrong, terrible wrong. Something there, deep down inside of me. Something long forgotten, something breaking free from invisible bonds. I don´t want to!
Someone, help me...

A smile creep over my lips as you recognize me and I leave my place against the wall, to make me way next to you. I sense your attention, wonderment and somewhere, deep down, hide beneath walls of pride, I can sense it. Simple fear. My smile becomes a light laughter. It is going to become a interesting night...

Angel ties 4

We are standing before each other, the mortals drift around us. Pulsating live around us, the night life of a city like New Orleans. Cheerful voices, laughing people, from somewhere low music. The violin of a streetmusican, tearing soulfull notes out of the strings, speaking of impossible love. How fitting!
And among all this life, two creatures of mythologie, messengers of death and chaos. Just waiting for the other to make the first move. The tension between us nearly touchable.
Observing each other. I feel how your mind touch the walls of mine, trying to break through my barriers. I smile. I expected more from the vampire Lestat. I take hold of your mind easily, steady the bond and break down your shields. Such laughable shields. You should be the strongest among your kind? How weak they are? Vampires, a inferior race, like humans. Memnoch should have killed you. But he is too nice, deep down in the black heart of him, under shells of stone, there he hides his good part. But I miss this little side in my heart that is called humanity. I would kill you, all of you. Without thinking twice. If it weren´t for my dark saint, who you took with you, made him weak. If he wouldn´t be one of your kind I would blow you away, brush you of like dust. Ashes to ashes, and with you this useless world. It would be so easy, but also no fun. I twist the bond, tear a painfull hiss out of you.
"You want to read me? Do, if you want to."
I open my mind, let memories flow. Images of shrunken bodies, burned in black flames, the screams of tortured souls, it rains steadily, droplets of dark liquid, sweet and full fragrance, the taste of dead blood, flowing over destroyed bodies, eyes stairing, torn out of there sockets, sweet laughter, rising to a crescendo that shatters the bones. And with it all, tangled with it, the knowing of being hunted, but unable to move, because the chains that hold you are your own soul, your feelings, that hold down. To be easy to catch, for the monster that is called lonelyness, that tears you flesh away with cold claws, eats your soul, to imprison it in a swirl of darkness, where you can be glad when madness claims you.
I cut the bond aprubtly and let you go. You knees give way, sinking to the ground before. Was this little trip in my mind too much for you? In your eyes gleam fear, and a faint hint of madness. Your voice barely audiable.
"What are you...?"
I give you my sweetest smile as I lend down, to wispher into your ear, my voice low, unhearable to mortals.
"You darkest dream. Your greatest fear. Your deepest need. The savour and destroyer. I had many names in the past, give me another, a name of this time. One as good as the other. For the day you know my real name, it will be the one of your death. When I introduce myself, you will know the name of the one who will send you to hell."
Before I stand up again, I brush my lips against yours. To know that that lips had touched the ones of him make me go crazy, but I force the urge back, urge to rip you apart, right here, and savour the faint taste of my green-eyed angel of night.
As I turn round to leave you, my laughter rises again, full and rich and I hear glass shatter, mortals protecting their ears and stairing at the young stranger among them. And I can´t stop laughing.

Angel ties 5

I stumble through the streets, using the rough walls of the houses as support. I feel like so many years ago, when I still was mortal, deathly drunken, not able to catch a proper thought. But this is worse, my mind is clear, taking everything in with amazing sharpness, but my body, it wont obey. A heat radiates trough my, like my body is on fire, shaking, uncontrolable shudders. A will of it´s own, driven forward by strings that I am not able to controll. I left the house in a rush, half an hour ago, driven by an unknown force, following a dictated path. My Legs give way and I fall, barely managing to bring my hands under me, supporting me so that I don´t fall face-first against the dirty ground.
With a shriek I jump up again, only to fall back, landing heavily on my backside. I stair at my hands, that are shaking rapidly, like white butterflies in the night, but they are stained. Dark mess over my hands, thick liquid dripping down my fingers, shimmering red in the dim light of the moon.
Blood. Warm blood. Everywhere. I can see it, feel it. Everywhere on the ground, the wetness through my clothes. My fingers reach for the wall, trying to find support in it, to get up. To get up and run away, far away.
My fingers don´t touch the rough sureface, there is something soft, cold, slightly giving way to my touch, a cold slimy texture under my fingertips. Slowly I turn around, stairing in the halfrotten face of a human, white flesh falling from cheekbones, empty holes where once have been eyes stairing back at me.
I scream, stumbling up, nearly falling again, because my feet get stuck in the black robe. Black robe? I stair down at me, for a moment I forget about everything else. What is happening here! My clothes gone, changed with a black robe of unknown fabric, my hairs falling down, in soft waves, reaching to my waste. A flow of darkness. My feet disapearing in a lake of blood. I scream, scream until I loose my breath. I turn around, trying to find a way out of this madness and I wish I would have remaind where I was. The darkness reveals it secrets, showing me what lies behind the merciful shadows. Mountains of corpses, white human bodies. Some fresh, looking like sleeping, some others rotten to a undefinable mass of crumpled flesh and broken skin, skelletons, there broken bones lying everywhere. Death eyes stairing at me, accusing me.
I scream as a hand touch my shoulder, fingers tangle in my hair. Spin around, prepared to face the next monster in this living nightmare, but I look in a pair of soulfull eyes, darker as every moonless night. Full of love. Fine silver hair brush my face, bright as the starlight, as he leans forward, pressing his cheek against mine, stroking my hair in calming fashion. He, the man I saw in the garden
His voice soothing.
"Calm down my dear. Calm down. Everything will be alright."
He moves his face, so that we can look at each other. His lips twitching in a lovely smile, as he lend forward to kiss away tears of fear that run down my face.
" Your eyes, that have become filled with various pain, still do not look without twinkling at white corpses lined up like mountains. Demon gods of darkness continue to freeze hearts. But still haven´t reach yours. It is good to know..."

Angel ties 6

What? What has that been?! Memnoch. No, not Memnoch. But something equal. More than equal.
What? What? WHAT!!!!!
Malice dark eyes stairring at me, with a cruel sparkle in their dephts. Even now as he turns away. I close my eyes to his laughter, that tortures my ears, deafning me. But it only gets worse. The images are back, the visions of pain, filling my mind. Screams, blood, death, twirling in my head. Fear.
Stop it!
Memories breaking to the sureface. A childs tears, blade twinkling in the light of lamps, green-eyes stairring at me with disguise, tearing sounds of violinstrings.
" I will put you into your coffin, father!"
" I hate you."
"You are sickening."
No! Don´t turn away from me! Don´t leave me alone! Stay! Stay with me! Like me!
Love me.
Alone. I am alone. They leave me. No turning back. No one hearing my pleads. Tears made their ways over my cheeks, salty tears, no blood. Bright, like the ones of a human, tears of a broken heart.
"Only broken heart? I prefer your broken soul, de Lioncourt."
He! Not him again. Standing over me, looking down with pious eyes, a smile in his angelic face, his silver hair flying behind him, getting tangled in a pair of raven wings, black as the night.
The images fade away, only darkness, as we look at each other.
"The great vampire Lestat, down on his knees. You are pitiful, disguising. A worm. A pity your dear Claudia wasn´t sucessful. Such a low creature you are, you had belong to the swamps, should have stayed there. Among all the other trash that no one needs. Then this is the truth, de Lioncourt. No one needs you!"
Truth? No one needs me? No! That is not the truth! I am not worthless! There are people that need me! Love me! Claudia was a mistake! A mistake a do not regret. But there are others! Others that need me!
"Where Lestat? Your fledlings don´t need you. Gabrielle is gone. Strong and free, following her own way, never asking, never needing your help. David, gone. Nearly as strong as you, much wiser. He doesn´t need someone to support him in the darkness . He knows more of being a nightchild than you ever will! And the others. The rest of the coven. They never needed you! You are just trouble for them. Someone that always breaks the rules. A naughty child, that wont learn. No one needs you!"
"No! Not the truth! Not the truth! I am not useless! I am not!"
"You are."
"No! Louis! He needs me! He is still with me! He love me!"
"Conscientious. He sees it as his duty. No love. Just his soft heart that makes him stay. Like a dutyful son staying at his old fathers side, because he can´t take care of himself anymore. Slowly going insane. And the son waits for the last day, when he can finally leave, without regret. And sometimes the son helps a little, so that the day comes earlier than it is supposed to."
"Lair! Louis love me! He would never do such a thing! Never!"
"So sure?"
With a flowing motion he is infront of me, a stinging pain in my heart. I stair down, his hands only inches away from my chest, holding firm the handle of a dagger, deep red blood flowing over his fingers, staining the blade, that stuck in my breast, right over the heart, the steel nearly vanashing in my flesh.
Once again a laughter, this time soft, familar, bearly audiable, shoulders shaking slightly.
"Are you sure that I wouldn´t do it?"
This voice, this lovely voice, the beautiful french accent of long gone times. A bloody hand brushing away strands of silver, to reveal a pair of soft green eyes, looking at me with love and trust. Louis! Louis face stairing at me under a curtain of moonshine hair, his hands holding the knife that sticks in my heart.
"No...Louis..."
"I never loved you. Never. You are disguising."
The voice soft, a wispher, sweet as the one of a lover, making it even more hurtful, as he twists the knife.
"I hate you."
He let the dagger go and I sink to the ground, that it stained with my blood, my tears that run down my face in an unstopable flow, sinking down before his feet. Soft laughter following me in the merciful darkness of unconscious.
Light. Faces of mortals, leaning over me, supporting hands that try to lift me from the ground. I let them, I don´t believe that I can stand on my own right now, my frame shaking, still tears running over my face, tears I try to hide. No, it can´t be true. It is not true. Is it true?

So easy! I never thought that they would be so easy to handle. Both spells working perfectly. No need to strenghtem them. The great vampire Lestat defeated by his own mind, on his knees. It just took a small manipulating to let him face his inner fears. Only playing the strong one, a masquerade that is so easily to destroy. I thought that at least he would be a challenge, a little battle before I send him to hell. How disappointing!
As for the second spell. Soon my dark angel will be back in my arms, the spell of the flower driving him right back to me. When the rose will bloom he will be back at my side.
Forever...

Angel ties 7

I cling to him, pressing my body against him. Not careing who he is. It doesn´t matter. He is real, he is alive. Not death, not death like all the others here. No, don´t think about them! They aren´t there! They aren´t real! Their are no death eyes, stairing at me, accusing me for their death. Are this the bodies of the ones I left behind? Those who I killed? I dare not to look, afraid that I would regocnize a familar face beneath the masses of white corpses. Don´t think about it!
A shiver runs through me and I bury my face in the flow of silver hair, press my head against the supporting shoulder.
"Lets leave, my dear. Let me take you somewhere more ...comfortable. Just hold one to me. Whatever you do, whatever you hear, see. Don´t let go."
No time to protest, even if I would have been able to. My feet are swept from the ground, blood drippling from them, lying in his arms. He smiles at me, a glitter in his dark eyes, like stars in the night. Happiness, love, faint bemusment and something strange, something I sometimes see in the eyes of my victims, sometimes in the eyes of Lestat.
They are drowning, deep ponds, groundless, like the ocean, eternal, secrets hide in their depths. I forget the thoughts, the sight of death bodies, forgetting them, they do not matter. Just this eyes that look into mine, bewitching, tender arms holding my body, the familar wispher of wind through feathers.
What?
For a moment the spell of the engraved darkness of his eyes are broken and I see truth. Looking at black wings, that slide through the air, effordless, slicing through it like a steel blade through flesh. The smell of fire, blood, death, filling my nostrils, mixing to a smell that sickens me. The hotness of the air, tormenting my skin, burning it, a small stinging pain, like needles driven into my flesh. And somewhere under the whistle of the wind I hear screams, screams of pain, thousands of voices screaming as one, in agony. Slowly I turn my head, looking down, afraid of what I will see.
A low cry escapes my lips, as I bury my head against his chest, my eyes firmly closed against the madness that lies under me, but the image is burned into my mind, the scene repeating itself in my head again and again.
Spears of black stones growing out of a ground of molten lava, long thorns covering the spikes and on them, bleeding, living, screaming, human bodies, writhing with pain, but only making it worse, driving the stone only deeper into their flesh. Flames of red, feed by their blood, licking at their skin, to burn it to an undefinable black crust, that breaks, to make way for the fire, to burn their flesh. Unbelieveable pain, even in his arms, metres above them I have seen the pain in their eyes. The still plead for release, for rest. But there wont be any, just pain. For an eternity, their is no death for them in which they could search, find release.
This is hell. Is this what Lestat had seen? Is this what he had lived through? I can´t blame him for leaving his body soulless after this. I would love to flee my body myself.

Angel ties 8

Carefully I lie you down, let you sliding to the ground. Place myself over you. You are limp, unmoving, since the moment you looked into the flame of the purgatory. Was it to much for you? Is the spell working to fast? Hopefully your soul will not break, the soul I have yearned for for nearly an eternity.
Gently a breeze caress the black grass, the faint sweet fragrance of bloody roses in the air. The fields of death, you have created them, a elysium, a island of peace in the ocean of chaos, our sanctuary of love. Who would have thought that it was possible to find such beauty in the deepest spot of hell. But beauty is everywhere, also here it can be found. Deadly beauty, but the most charming of all, in the embraces of black angels, on the wings of night. Slowly I brush away a strand of silky dark hair, let my fingers wander through the black waves, over slender shoulders, down to your waist. Such a familar feeling, your body beneath mine.
"Get down from me."
And such a familar voice speaking such unfamilar words. The last time when we were here together you had succumb to me without thinking.
I look up to your face, not moving an inch away from you. Your eyes sparkle in the darkness, green fire under a curtain of black strands, white skin glowing in an inner fire, full lips shuddering slightly, sometimes revealing a glinter of deadly teeth. You stare at me with a strange mixture of fear, wonderment and anger. Adorable. And all mine.
I lean forward, nearly touching your nose with mine. I can feel your scentless breath in my face, caressing my skin like velvet.
"Make me."
I smile in your face and let my finger wander over your thights, caress your cold skin through the thin fabric. In an instant your hands grab my wrists, try to force them away, kicking and wriggling to push me down. Your fight is useless, against me you are weak, weak like mouse in the claws of the cat. And like a cat I love to play with my prey.
With a fast motion I catch your hands, force them down over your head, the tendrils of the roses, the black grass following my comands, wind themself around your wrists, holding your arms down, others reach for your legs, waist. In a few moments you are bond completly, unable to move, at my mercy.
You eyes burn in green flames, anger, two irritating lights in the darkness.
"Let me go!"
Your voice is demanding, the accent clearly audiable.
I can´t stop myself. Still sitting on you I start to laught. Soft this time, not wanting to cause you pain. I thought I lost the most perfect creature in the past, but now, that I have you back again, I see that I even get a more beautifull one as reward. A reward for all the things I have been through. Hopefully you will still have this accent when you will remember. It is sweet.
Still smiling I made myself comfortable on top of you. My body melting to every curve of yours. Like to halfs of one, fitting perfectly.
"No. Never again. Never in all eternity. You are mine. You have always been mine and will always be mine. Like I am yours."
"What are you talking about? I don´t know you!"
You are struggling again, testing the strengh of your bonds. They don´t give way, the only thing that happens is that you drive the thorns of the roses into your flesh. Small rivers of blood flowing down to the ground, a dark trail on your skin. Your blood, bringing the knosps to bloom, black pedals shimmering in dark red in the color of your blood.
A small hiss of pain making its way over your lips. Why do you have to hurt yourself?
"You know me. You just don´t remember."
"From where? What´s your name?!"
"Always asking, babbling around. Just listen to your heart, hear its wispher."
I lean forward, taking your lips in a demanding kiss, crushing them beneath mine. How long has it been since I tasted you the last time? Thousand, twothousand years? To long. The velvet texture of your skin, your sweet breath, the faint taste of blood, how I have missed them. Slowly tracing the lines of your sinfull mouth, licking at the corners, begging for entrance. To my own wonder you part your lips, allow me to deepen the kiss, allow me to explore the moist sweet cavern. Do you remember so soon? Has a part of you awaken already?
No, deffanitly not.
The stinging pain prove it. Your teeth piercing my tongue, lips, making my blood flow. I pull away in a rush, making the wound even deeper in my haste. I stare down at you, coughing out my blood, staining your skin in dark red. It burns like fire, don´t it? My blood, my life are the flames of hell, burning in my veins. My fingers touch the cut in my lip, wipping away the blood and tracing a path over your cheek, leaving a dark trail over the white silk, before I back handed you twice, not able to stop myself.
"Never do this again! Hear me? Never! Or I will throw you into the flames to all the other sinners to burn for a few years. May that would teach you."
An empty threat, never, never I would do this. Before throwing you into the pot of hell I would rather imprison myself again, chain myself. But you don´t know this.
"Who are you?"
Still questions. I look in your face, solemn and calm, the only thing indicating the blows the small line of blood trickling down from the corner of your mouth and your skin, red where I have hit you. I feel ashamed, ashamed that I have hurt you. I never wanted this to happen, wanted to be your protector and now, in my rage I have hurt you. My rage, my temper, I will have to control them. I think I own you at least an answer.
"Good. If you really want to know my name, I will tell you."

Angel ties 9

Somehow I have made my way home, escaped helpful hands and suggestions of doctors and ambulances. Reaching my home, reaching Louis. I need him now. Need him to make sure that I am not worthless, not disguising.
That he loves me.
It is near dawn, he will be asleep right now, but that is ok. Just holding him, seeing his beautiful face and feeling his velvet skin. Just making sure that he is there with me, that I am not alone. Even if it hurt to admit it, I need him. Lost without him.
The house is entirely quiet as I enter, not a single sound. I lean myself at the frame as I close the door, trying to catch my breath, to stop my shuddering. I will have to deal with this creature. Will have to handle him and I will manage him. I have faced worse, have faced the devil, what can beat that? Nothing can be worse, just not possible. This guy is just someone with strong mind, there are a few out there who could even challenge a vampire with their powers. May he is a member of the Talamasca. I will ask David.
But not now.
Now the only thing I want is to cuddle close to my fledling, hold him close and feel his cold body next to mine. And vanish bevor he wakes up. Never would I admit that I love to lie next to him, that I often wait for the moment deathsleep claim him, to sneek into his bed. Love the feeling of having him close, the illusion of having him as lover.
Will it always be a illusion, just the hope that maybe one day... I once said that we would be together in this century like we never were befor. You told me you love me. But its all coming back, all repeats itself. A circle that will not break. You, closing your soul to me, vanishing in the darkness, a shadow once again. And I, I scold you for it, making you angry and even more depressiv.
Is it true what he told me? Is there really no love between us? No chance for us of being together? All words of love and tenderness we told eachother a lie? But how many words of either have we ever exchanged? Mon dieu! I never even told you that I love you, just wrote it down. And you, you were never the one to talk about feelings. Maybe one or two times I have heard the words falling from your lips. Our relationship is really screwed up, considering that we have one. Holy god. Twohundred years and what do we really know about the other? Nothing.
What keeps us together? I love you, but what is about you?
"Conscientious. He sees it as his duty."
Shut up!
I turn round, head to the stairs. Fleeing the laughing voice in my head, that scold me a coward. Fleeing the truth?

Angel ties 10

Louis:

I feel a shudder running through me, fear creeping up my spin. No, impossible. He is just a legend, a mystical personality, someone written and told about to fear childs, making them go in churches. Just not possible! He can´t be the one he is telling me! A lie!
"No lie, my love. Why should I lie? There is no need to. Why shouldn´t I be real? Your blond haired friend met Memnoch. The devil himself. So why shouldn´t I be the one I claim to be? Why should I be just a legend?"
I don´t answer, still trying to convience myself that I was dreaming, or simply going mad. That thing just couldn´t be true! Such things happen to Lestat, not to me. But a other part in me accept it, telling me that it is true, only a faint wispher, somewhere in my head, getting louder and louder every moment I look into his black eyes. The same voice that tells me that I know him. Know him...
Screams of agony, deafning me, the smell of burned flesh, the air sweet in the fragrance of blood. Images of fighting people, to armies chrashing together. One, glowing in bright light, sparkling silver in red flames, dressed in complet white, people of unbelieveable beauty, winged. A heavenly army of angels, fighting against one that seemed to have crawled out of a Allan Poe novel. Like a morbid copy of the others, angels, completly in black, with broken and torn wings, steel like claws slicing through flesh, eyes burning like the fires of hell. Escorted by black beasts, like wolves, but far bigger, long fanges sparkeling in the color of blood, biting at the others, tearing out the flesh, to leave gaping holes. And leading them, laughing at the ones that fall dying to his feet, slayed by a sword of black fire, a silverhaired angel, with wings dark as the night, wearing an armor of living shadows. Fighting together with one whos wings have both colors, one white, one black, defending himself with a silver scythe, long black hair swaying back to reveal his face to me.
"No!"
I am back, stairing at him, his soft eyes, looking sad down in mine.
"I hoped you would remember something nice. Not this."
"What are you doing to me?!"
My voice comes out rough, unfamiliar and broken, a sob escaping my lips. Stop this, stop this, stop this. Stop the flow of unwanting images coming back to me, pictures of angels falling on bloodsoaked earth, claws tearing open throats. Stop the memory of a blade slicing through flesh, the silver dark in the liquid of life. Just stop it!!
"Shhh. Calm down. Please calm down."
He hugs me, pressing me close and rocks me like a little child, as far as my bonds allow it, kissing away the tears that run down my cheeks. I flinch at the sensation of his soft lips against my skin, warm like one of a human, kissing a trail over my face, planting one over my eyes, closing them with his lips.
"Sleep. Just sleep. Things will get better. Sleep."
The last thing I feel before my mind and soul succumb to the blackness are hands lifting me from the ground, the wistle of wind through my hair.

Angel ties 11

Soundless I land on the balcony, wrapping my burden in the darkness of my feathers, to support you of the rising sun, that colors the sky in crimson red, like the clouds are on fire. I brush away the curtains of the still open frenchdoors, carefully to not tear the thin fabric, make a step into the room, that is only barely illuminated, the light of the morning painting a play of shadows on white walls, like black flames. I pass the room to the bed, recognize the torn and bloody sheet, that lies half on the floor. I have no time to do anything against it, it will have to do it for the day, even if it upsets me to leave you in a mess like this.
Slowly I let you slide from my arms, placing your limb body on the bed. You are back to normal, the robe replaced by old tatterd clothes, the satin hair shorter, but not as much as before, brushing in soft waves your shoulders. A black halo around your slim face, still stained with blood, yours and mine, darkness against white marble. My fingers play with a loosen strand that falls into your face, brushing it back. For a moment my fingers linger there, burried in the silky mass, before I let them trace the lines of your face, touching the fine lashes, that are long shadows against your pale cheeks, tracing the bows of your lips, the sweet softness, releaxed in the arms of sleep, leaving your mouth half open. Slowly I lean down. Just one kiss, one kiss before I go, before a cruel day seperates us to wait for the night, a stolen kiss to calm down the pain in my heart. Carefully, to not distrube you, I lay my lips against yours, let my tongue wander pass yours, tracing your inner lips, tasting your wetness. So sweet, sweet and rich, the taste of you. But there is so much more, so much more to savor, to taste and touch on you, so much more to do with this beautiful unconscious body of yours, not only kissing.
No! I can´t! Not without you wanting it too. I can´t afford your anger only because I have the stupid urge to fullfill my want for sexual pleasure. But it is so hard to resist, after five centuries without anyone beside me, expect stinking demons an tortured souls, you are here, so completly at my mercy.
I feel a smile cross my lips, you will never know it, never, you are asleep and with a little magic I will make sure you don´t remember, And beside, the angel of hell isn´t known for his mercy, isn´t he? My smile gets wider as I slide on the bed, approaching you like a wild beast, my wonderful prey. Straddling you, while my fingers find their way under your sweater, a shiver running through me as I trace your cool velvet skin. I lean down to plant a soft kiss on your flat stomach, tracing a wet line over your rips up to your chest, licking in low strokes your collarbone, while my hands wander up and down your spin, massaging your backside, stroking your skin. A small moan escapes your lips, sweet and innocence, your body shivers under mine, leaning into my touch even in the state of deathsleep. Your lips a sensous frown, shuddering like the pedals of roses in the wind. Ah, you are driving me mad, my beautiful saint of death, my black angel. Do you even know what you are doing to me? That my fight had been for you so long time ago? The fight that should have made us one, but seperated us, left you with a curse and me chained to hell? No, you don´t know and I will not tell you, not now. First I will make you mine again, will take you, will claim you as my other half, as I claim you now. Body, soul and blood, a binding, once spoken, never to be broken again.
Steps pull me out of my thoughts, my head painfully yanked back by my hair, forced away from you. The grip on my neck is painful, deffanitly supposed to break my bones, crush them to dust. To my fortune my bones are resistful. I put a annoyed look on my face, as I look up to meet a pair of stormgrey eyes, glowing in anger, piercing mine, deathly teeth shown in an angry snarl.
"Ah.You. Would you mind letting my hair go. It is uncomfortable."
"Bastard! I will kill you! What have you done to Louis?"
Ømething you would love to do by yourself, but don´t have the guts to...´
"Nothing so far. But I will if you don´t let go."
In an instant my fingers are at your throat, pressing steelclaws at your skin. A perfect tropplet runs down your skin as I pierce it. I hate to hurt you, but at the moment it is necessary.
For a moment he just stairs at me, the flames of anger and hatred burning bright in his eyes, struggling with his fear for you. Slowly the pressure vanish and he takes a few steps back, letting me go.
"Leave."
I get up and smile, streching my black wings to there full lenght, brushing against the walls, satisfied to see a glinter of fear in his eyes.
"I will leave, de Lioncourt. For now."
I take a step backwards and vanish, but not without leaving a last spell. How I would love to be there when my lovely Louis wakes up and thinks you were the one who took advantage of him. I would love to see it!

Angel ties 12

Forgotten is fear and worry as I see the dark shadow lingering over Louis. Black wings above his back, throwing shadows over torn and bloody sheets, Louis darkstained face, soft and incredible beautiful in the play of light and shadow, mouth half open. A soft moan escapes his lips as the blackwinged press his face against the soft flesh of his throat, hugs him close, Silverstrands mingeling with black waves.
I feel anger rise in me as I see the play before my eyes, barely managing to not ignit that guy this instant. He, the same one I met earlier this night, approaching my Louis!
With a snarl I jump at him, tangling my hand in his hair and pull him backwards with all my strenght. Who cares if angel, devil or who knows what! I will rip his head off! No one touches Louis without my approaval! Specially not when I am around to witness!
His heads snaps back, but thats it. Big dark eyes stair annoyed into mine, look at me like I am a nerve-racking child, that just interrupted something important
"Ah.You. Would you mind letting my hair go. It is uncomfortable."
Even if I thought I wasn´t able to get any angrier as I am already that guy manages to drive me even further. I pull harder, pressing my knees against the bedframe to give more pressure.
"Bastard! I will kill you! What have you done to Louis?"
He just answers oh so calm, a little annoyance in his voice.
"Nothing so far. But I will if you don´t let go."
A cold shiver runs through him and I can only watch as his long slender fingers change in the blink of an eye to claws, skin changing to steel, black like his skin, nails becoming sharp like daggers. Before I can do anything against it he presses them against Louis throath, cutting the soft skin.
I let him go. Even if I hate to I can´t risk that he kills Louis. He gets up, laughing, wings spreading wide to touch the far walls, feathers shimmering like metal in the sun, deathly claws becoming one with the slender white arm. His dark eyes gleam in an inner fire, showing thriumph and malice joy. As he moves it seems like there is something moveing within him. Blackness under the whiteness of his skin, something that waits under the surface to break free. And suddenly it is obvious who he is, that black angel. Words comeing back to me I have once read in a book, the mention of a angel of pure steel, a fallen, strong enought to resist god and devil, who was bond to the portal of hell by god and Satan, only together they were able to imprison him, not to kill, only to lay him in chains. And now he stands before me, in a beautiful form that is only a masquerade, to hide what lies beneath. I feel fear comeing back in a rush, even as he vanishs I still shudder.
Only as I feel the deathsleep slowly creeping into my limbs I manage to close the windows, the door and cuddle myself to Louis, who lies beautiful and asleep in his bed, not knowing anything about the things that have happen. I spoon myself against him, tangle on leg between his, seeking his closeness. To make sure that he is there, mine. Before my mind completly succumb to the darkness I lean forward to press a soft kiss against his lips.
"Nothing will hurt you, ma chere. I will be there for you. Will protect you. Only stay with me like this, like this for all eternity." I pause for a moment, brush away a strand of silky hair, look into his enchanting face, beautiful for all time, never to be marked with the lines of age and time. Always my beautiful one. I burry my head in the black waves, smelling the faint scent of sulphur and blood.
"I love you."
Even if I can´t tell you it as I would like to, I love you more than life itself. For you I will be strong. For you I will fight the angel of hell. And win. I will win against him.
Against Azrael.

Angel ties 13

Lestat:
I awake early, like normal, the time when it is nightfall, no longer day but neither night. When moon and sun fight for their place on heavens surface.
As I cuddle myself in the sheets again, hugging Louis form close, I feel a shudder running through him, an atempt to pull away. Startled I release him, lean forward to take a look at his face. That is unusal, normally he should be still asleep for the next hour, impossible that he is awake.
But green eyes stare back at me, wide and glazing, full of fear, his lower lip shudders, the dried blood smears nearly black, unreal in the perfect whiteness of his face. He seems frighten like a little child, seeming unbelievable young and vulnerable.
Whatever this angel asshole has done to him I will tear it in pieces for it!
"Louis. Everything alright w..."
A slap stops me from finishing the sentence. My fingers come up to my cheek, touching the hot skin, where his hand his hit me, while I stare in disbelieve in his eyes.
"Bastard."
His voice comes out broken, rough, a mere sob escaping his lips. I am to stunned to stop him as he disentangles himself from my arms and the sheat, nearly stumbling as he backs away to the door. His eyes look hunted at me, hugging himself, his fingers clawing at the fabric of his worn out sweater, the black hair a tangled mass around his head and shoulders.
"Bastard. I hate you."
He wishers before he turn round to vanish through the door, leaving me alone and on the edge of tears on his bed.

Louis:
As soon as I leave him behind I feel tears rising up my eyes. No, don´t cry. Don´t cry. I don´t want to cry. I am strong enought to handle it. It isn´t like that he is the first one to betray me. But it has never hurt so much. I feel a wet line running down my face, why I am crying? I have no need for tears, for emotions.
Never I have felt so lonely like now. I can´t go back, simply can´t! I couldn´t stand his eyes looking at me, his voice, his touch. Fear it.
But where else to go? Where to stay? Never to the others, they could read me, could see what has happend. I don´t want them to know!
"Why don´t you come with me?"
I stop my track, but not turning round, stareing at the ground. I know without looking who it is and I don´t care. If he has come to harm or kill me I couldn´t stop it either and to be true I don´t care.
"What do you want from me, Azrael?"
I try to let my voice sound calm, but fail miserable. A harsh wisher everything I manage.
Tender arms wind around my waist, holding me close even as I try to free myself, fearing the contact of the cold, strong body behind me.
"You. You are all I want."
Scentless breath caress my skin, a wispher of lips against my hair.
"Why?"
I hear a soft chuckle as he turns me round to face him. The light of the lamps play wonderfull in his hair, let it gleam like molten silver, like the light of the moon, the black eyes soft like velvet. Once again I feel myself thrown to him, enchanted by his unearthly beauty. Forgotten are the thoughts of Lestat as he takes my hand, leading me away into the darkness. His soft smile and loving eyes holding me in invisble bonds.
"I will tell you why. But not here. Follow me and learn the thruth."

Angel ties 14

Azrael:
Perfect. Everything works perfect. My love back in my arms, forced away from my blond rival, the first step made, the changing of your body has begun, only three more to take. And one we will make tonight, the regaining of your memory, may from all the most hurtfull. But it has to be.
I smile at your tearstained face as I take your hand, gentle to not break your fragile bones, and lead you away. Shifting through the spheres without afford, pulling you with me. Darkness surround us, thick blackness that leaves us blind.
"Where are we?"
Even if your voice is only a wispher it echos loud in the quietness, only sometimes disturbed by the sounds of drops, falling into invisible water.
"I call it the cookingpot. But its true name is Slidur, the river of souls."
"Of the celtic mythology?"
A low chuckle escapes my lips. You are in the deepest pit of heaven and hell, holding the hand of a black angel and your curiosity still wins over the fear.
"Not exactly. They thought Slidur is the way to Nifelheim, where the souls are juged if they are allowed to go to Asgard, the heaven, or to Muspelheim, the land of the demons, hell. But Sildur is rather the opposite of it. It carries the soul of everything mortal, that wait to be reborn, that a body to inhabitant is free, that the soul can go back to earth. The way to the world of living, not to death."
"Rebirth?"
In the darkness I smile, I can imagine the look on your face, a mixture of wonderment and amazment, your eyes sparkling in curiosity. I pull your hand, drag you along through the blackness, finding my way without thinking. Sildur is truly no place to discuss, the souls are harmless, just shadows that mourn and cry to be released. But if we meet the Norns it could get unconfortable. Skuld and Belldandy I do not mind, but the Norn of past, Urd, could get dangerous with her temper. Even I fear to be roasted with her lightning. She doesn´t like it when others then souls stroll through the area of Sildur. And since I stole her a soul to create Xas she is rather angry with me.
"Yes, rebirth, my dear. Every soul is born again. To you really thing every soul is unique? There are only a limited amount on souls. Every angel in heaven created one of every species on the earth and the demons, the fallen, gave a part of there malice to them, for nothing on earth can resemble the pureness of an angel, it is forbidden. God gave them a body and sent them to earth to live and die. And when they die they are reborn. They don´t come to heaven, only a part of them, if they were evil, is send to hell, where it is punished, the darkside burnt out in the flames. So that it is returned clean an white to the rest of the soul, that waits in Sildur. And when every badness is burnt out, returned to demon who gave it, the soul pure, it will return to the angel, who gave a part of his soul. And so everything will end. The same way like it started. In emptiness."
"So there is no absolution after the death. Just a circle you will follow, until there is nothing left from oneself. But there is punishment, pain. It is cruel."
Yes, it is cruel. So, cruel. But we are not able to change it. No one is able. See what has happend by one attemp. Look at the mess. Look at the punishment for those who tried, look at their tragedy! A faith crueler than the one of mortal beings.
A dim light marks the end of the cookpot and I hury on, pull you with me, to reach the door that leads away from the river of souls.
I step through and for a moment the harsh light blinds me, let me press my free hand against my face, to cover my eyes. Only slowly my vision clears, the white dots vanish to reveal a long corridor, light by the fire of torches, the flames singing there song of destruction, reflectet in black marble. I turn round, to see your eyes widen, taking in the sight like a child that sees for the first time the world that surrounds it. The your eyes sparkle, the light playing in them, shimmering in every nounce of green imaginable, reflecting the fire to become emerald flames, which burn under the shadow of long lashes. The black robe falling loosely over your slender frame, only hold in place by a fine belt of green, pressing against your waist, small shards of emerald and jade framing it and the colar. The long black waves tamed by a silver clip, formed like the sailormoon, a emerald and a bloodcarneol in the middle, burning in the darkness of your silky hair. My breathstealing beauty. You look like the day I met you.
You recognize my stairing and our eyes meet. For a moment their is knowing there, knowledge and wisdom of a being older than the earth, a soft smile spreading over your lips, so full that it seems like a sin to not kiss them the very instant.
"Where do you want to take me, Azrael?"
I laught, once again. So good to laught after a eternity of despair and unsheet tears. So much better to see your beautiful face again, so near to me, not through the mirrow of earth, through the eyes of others.
"We are nearly there, just down the stairs."

Angel ties 15

Azrael:
I lead you down the stairs, through halls and corridors. The black stone reflects the light of the flames, shimmering in bloody red. Statues of marble adorn the way, resemble angels with rubby eyes, torn feathers, forever imprisoned in cold stone, beautiful faces disfigured in masks of pain. Next to them demons, human beings with pointed ears, wild hair, dark spikes hiding faces that could rival the ones of angels, only twisted by cruel smiles, revealing fangs which are made of red stone. Wonderful works, they seem so real, like they could jump down from their pedestal and go their own ways. And some of them acctual do it once in a while.
"Is this a place in hell?"
Your voice is low, like you are afraid to speak up, to break the spell of quietness that holds this ways in it claws.
"No. This is the castle in Makai."
"Makai...?"
"Yes, the demonworld of Japanese and China. The dark empire in the shadows."
"But, Makai is..."
"A story? A lie? Not true? Believe me, it is real like heaven and hell. Everything people have believed in is true. Somewhere in the spheres you will find every place of every religion, every mythology. For everything was true in one way or another. There are fairies, demons, angels, devils. Everything they believed in was true and there were times when the creatures of legends walked over the earth. But when the humans stopped to believe in them they weren´t strong enought to walk the earth anymore and vanished in their own world, to wait for their time to return. Makai, the demonworld, is one of them."
"And why are you here?"
"It is a home for me, kind of. A place I can go to, to rest and find peace. And I thought it would be a better place to talk, than hell or the fields of death."
"Yes, much better."
Our way ends before a portal of stone, forming figures and and strange pattern leading to a statue over the frame, many feet above the floor. A winged creature of greystone, the chiseld feathers reaching to the ground, the hair of stone hiding eyes of aquamarins, cold like ice shards, observing the people that pass by with blank stares, the stone glowing in white light, illuminating the room in unreal colors. The hand of the statue folded in silent prayer, holding a broken cross.
"Apollyon, master of the fifth plague. Johannes predicted that he will rise when the apocalypse destroys the world, to punish the sinners. I have never seen him move and I think he never will."
I reach for an ornament, pushing it down to open the door. With a low squeal it swings inside to reveal a hall. The stone coverd with black velvet, absorbing the sound of our steps, candleholders of gold and silver light the room, throwing shadows on soft pillows, stones in all colors sparkling on the walls. I let your hand go, watch you as you start to walk through the room, moving like flowing water, a dark shadow dancing through the blackness, while I rest myself in a soft chair in a corner, arange my wings to not break any feathers. Silently I call for an servant, my eyes never leave you as you stop in front of a picture, your eyes widen in shock. I don´t need to stand up, to see the picture that caught your attention. A portrait of me, wearing an armor of gold and silver, a smile on my face, the arms around a other angel, pressing the small frame of his body against mine. The white robe with emerald gems a beautiful contrast against the long black waves of hair, which brush his waist, partly tangled in a black and a white wing. The full lips a sinfull smile, calm green eyes under dark lashes.
You.
"Who..."
I close my eyes, even after all this time, even after I have you back it is hard to say your name.
"This is my lover. Uriel, the angel of death."

Angel ties 16

I can't obtain the thing I want.
The exit --- can't be seen...
For this love there is no happy ending ----

Makai Shogun (Demonworld General) Zadei speaking of his love for a demonangel;
from You Higuris Seimaden

Azrael:
Slowly you turn around to face me, your eyes wide in disbelieve, one arm comes up, a slender hand gesturing to the picture.
"Is this the reason you brought me here? Because I resemble your lover?"
I sigh deeply, cast my face to the ground and let my hair fall forward, a silvery cascade, to avoid your stare, demanding an answer.
"You do not only resemble him. You are Uriel."
"What? What do you say? I am no angel of death! I am not Uriel! I never was! Never was your lover! I may look like him, but I am not him!"
You voice has become louder, a slightly histerical underton. The last sentence a scream, echoing through the hall, broken and reflected.
"So, if you are so sure, do you mind listen to my story? His story? I would love to tell you. Show you in my words the truth of heaven and hell. A other face of angels and demons."
No answer. Just deafning quietness, only interrupted by your heavy, unsteady breathing, that slowly comes back to normal.
After what seems like an eternity I look up again. You are still standing where you have before, but you do not look at the picture. Your expression is blank, the look of your eyes far away, the light of the candles sparkling in the stones of your gown.
"Louis..."
I hate to call you this way, hate to use a name that indicates the bond to mortality.
Slowly the the indifference vanish, the stonelike features of your face soften, becoming flesh again. Your eyes show emotion, no longer soulless green gems, like you awake from a deep trance that held you in its claws, only slowly coming back to the real world.
Soundless you walk through the room, the black silk following your movements, like flowing shadows over the marble of your body. You stop a few feet away from me, looking down in my face, the light of the candles throwing a hallow around you head, setting your hair afire in black flames. For a moment we both just look at each other. I can feel your thoughts, confusion, fear, curiosity, everything mixed to a turmoil of feelings radiating from you. Your voice is low as you speak, solemn and calm, nothing indicates the storm inside of you.
"Talk."

?:
Carefully I hide myself in the shadows, intent on being undetected. Since he has left the house I have followed him quietly, observing every step he has made. A black shadow on his feet. He has gone through the hole city, searching for his so called fledling. Pitifull. I wonder why Azrael hasn´t killed him the very instant! I shake my head in disguise. Everything in this world is pitifull. The humans with their worthless materialism, their pleading voices, their so called technology. Making fooles of themself. I can´t believe that this wreched creatures are made of the souls of angels and demons. Disgrading. With a sigh I lean myself against the dirty wall of a sidestreet, just a few feet away stands my prey, babbling some nonsense in thing, which is called Handy. By the devil himself, I would love to tear that guy simply in small pieces and go back to Makai, would be much easier and lesser trouble than this. But my comands were clear. Observe and make sure he does not find the entrance. Do not kill him.
Behind me I hear footsteps, the scent of alcohol and sweat in the air, mingling with the smell of the city around me. A slight smile cross my lips. Do not kill him does not mean kill nobody.
I spin around, jumping with the same movement at the human, taking the distance with a long stride. To late for the poor human to react, to do something against the black monster attacking him. My right hand comes up, parting the vocal chords with a strike, the blood spilling from his throat over his cest and my fingers, let his scream become a gargle. In the same moment I let my magic flow, holding him alive. There is nothing I hate more than eating from a corpse. We fall to the ground, I am over him. His eyes are full of fear and shock, stairing into mine in a still plead. I feel my smile getting wider, a cruel twist, revealing my fangs.
"So, my dear. Let us see what we have here."
I let my hands wander over his body, stopping over his heart. Pounding in his chest.
"Hm. Sounds nice."
I push and feel skin and bone giving way, flesh around my fingers, a warm sheet. I reach my destination, grab it and tear his heart out of his body. He tries to scream, but all coming from his mouth is a flow of blood. I bring the organ up to my face, liking my fingers and my long clawlike nails clean, tasting the sweet liquid, before I bite into the flesh, my eyes still locked with the man beneath me.
"Sweet."

I spite on the ground, cleaning my hands on the fabric of my trousers. I turn round to my victim. His body is a mess, the torso teared open, lying in a lake of halfdried blood, the face disfigured, the eyes removed. He looks lide his inside was pulled to the outside. And he still lives.
"You know. Your stomach was the worst thing I have ever tasted. But the rest of you was quiet good."
I laught as I go on, leaving him behind. The spell will wear off, in an hour or more, than he can die. Even if I would like to stay to watch his struggle with death and my magic I have to go on. My real prey has moved and I can´t avoid loosing him.
"See you in hell, my dear!"

Louis:
Why? Why have I come with him? Why did I allow him to bring me here?
I don´t know.
He thinks I am the angel of death. Uriel. I am not! I am Louis! I am no angel of death!
I am not?
I don´t know.
Why is this? Why I am not sure anymore? Why does everything seems so confused? Why can´t I think clear anymore?
May he can help me. Maybe. Tell me the story. I don´t know why, but I want to hear it. Tell me the story of Uriel and you. Tell me...
my story?

Angel ties 17

Azrael:

My name wasn´t always Azrael. Human gave me this one, and the ones before and with them the names vanished. I can´t even remember all of them. Just a few, which I wore longer times. But the name I have now, is the one the most know me. Even in heaven and hell I am known by this name. Typical. Things that are associated with bad and evil, chaos, are the things best rememberd. So let us stay by this name, Azrael, even if it wasn´t the one I wore the time I met you.
But time doesn´t matter for the immortals, doesn´t it?

Often I walked the earth, disguised at human. Talked with them about heaven and hell, about belief. There were so many things human believed in, the picture of heaven was so different from now and even more from the truth. It wasn´t the same religon we know now. But I loved them. Loved the earth and the humans, their minds so different from the ones of angels and demons. Unique and beautiful in their mortality. I admired their spirit, the ability to learn and change, their craving for knowing. In my opinion they deserved to know the truth.

Azraels tale:

A moan escapes my lips as I stumbled to my feet, the pain in my wings let me nearly black out again. Wetness dripples down my back, thick and warm, flowing through torn feathers, over stained fabric to the ground. As I try to open my wings I nearly scream. Useless. Sinews and muscles parted, the wings only hold by skin.
This time you have outdone yourself, Michael. Turned me in a bloody pulp with feathers.
Slowly, through a curtain of blackness and crimson blood my surroundings come into view, slowly, only shadows against white, harsh light, hurting my eyes.
Two hits in the face help me to regain conscious faster.
I look up, stairing in a set of saphirblue eyes, which are only inches away from mine. Cold like the sea.
"Hel...lo...Micha..el. It has been a long time."
It hurts to speak, my lips swollen, burst open, in my mouth dried blood. Michael backs away, on his beautiful face a look of disgust, the darkbrown hair shining. Behind him I can see the others, the immortal jury, representatives of the two spheres, of heaven and hell. On the one side the archangels, Raphael and Gabriel only two of so many, the goldhaired angel of sun with eyes of amber and the angel of forgiving, with hair as white as his eyes. But even his normally calm and loving face is cold. The other side is dark, demons and fallen ones, nameless beauties, for names give strenght, belief gives strenght.
They are here to judge over me. Declair my punishment.
" You know what you have done?"
"Yes. Broken the rules."
"Why?"
" You know why, Micheal."
"Tell me."
I sigh deeply. The same game like always. It is always like this. I will get some stupid punishment and somewhere on earth another human will burn as heretic. The only difference is that the beating was worse this time.
"They should know the truth."
"Do you know what you are doing? It is forbidden to speak to mortals! Forbidden to speak with them over heaven! Over rebirth!"
Damn normal! This time he wont get any excuses.
"Why not? Do you fear that they would loose the belief in us? Fear that they search something other to believe in? Or that they rise against us? Want immortality, the thing we have stolen from them? That they take weapons to destroy us? Us, the cruel angels and devils, for which the life of mortal things is just a game, a experiment? They deserve to know the truth! They are like us! Only because they live only a short among of years, which is our fault, that doesn´t make them less worthy! They have the right to know how their life will end! That there is nothing after the final death! False to make them believe in lies! I...
A slap across my face stops me from speaking, sending me to ground. Michael towers over me, the hand still in the air to slap me again, the eyes sparkling in anger.
"Bastard! I should...!"
I close my eyes, prepared for the next blow. Which doesn´t come. I hear a slight whisphers of unbelieve going through the rows. Slowly I open my eyes, looking through the fingers of my hand, which I had brought up to avoid the blow. Michael is still there, but doesn´t look at me. His gaze is locked with the one of a other angel, one I have never seen before, holding the hand of the archangel in iron grip.
"It is enough, Michael."

Angel ties 18

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My fingers knock against the stone, producing fine dust that falls to the ground, my feet dangling over the rooftop.
Disgrading.
Disgrading is all that I can say to this. By now I know the hole city like hell. Running through who knows how many streets, hiding in uncount doorways, leaping from one dilapidated roof to the other and nearly breaking my neck for at least hundred times, what do they use for their housetops anyway? Never saw something more unstable! Does not even resist a lousy 7 feet tall black marble demon jumping on top of it! And everything only because of some goddamned lovesick so called vampire running around like some frighten chicken. Searching for his wanna-have-lover, who sits somewhere in Makai and surely does not spend a single thought on him. Who would either way if one of the most powerful and most beautiful angels who ever walked heaven, hell or earth offers his love to you? I wouldn´t.
But no! I am stuck in this wonderful world of roofs that give way under someones feet and observe a blondie, who I am not allowed to kill, because of reasons no one seems to matter to tell me! Can´t get better!
Delete this.
It deffanitly can get better.
A sigh escapes my lips, stretching my arms in the air, closing my eyes to clear my head, blank my mind. For me the steady noise is nearly unbearable, I am used to the quietness of the demonworld, my ears hypersensitiv. The cars, that loud voices of humans are unnerving. I am musing if I should just let explode a few of both, even if that would only make them scream louder, producing more noise. A least my anger would be satisfied a little bit. Once again I feel a smile coming to my lips. Which of them shall be first?
"Stop that childish behavior. Act like your age."
With a snarl I turn round, my right hand reaching for the black sword at my side, the left formed to a claw, prepared to dash out at whoever has sneaked up behind me, slicing him into small pieces. But I relax as my eyes meet a set of iceblue orbs looking at me in open wonderment. The smile comes back to my face, but this time soft, as I indicate the angel to sit next to me. Finally someting to distract me. A real pleasent suprise.
Elegant he lowers himself, the big wings rustling, the sound of his silverarmor brushing the roof, the pure sound of metall against stone. A deep sigh escapes his rosy lips, a small hand coming up to brush away strands of purple locks in which the light of the moon paints sparkling stars.
"What are you doing here? Someone was crazy enought to summon you again?"
I don´t answer, just stair at his slender frame, a perfect body hidden under armor and silky clothes, both with the emblem of the cross, even one dangling from his ear, throwing a shadow against his white neck. His childish face barly illuminated by the light from the street under our feet.
"Why are you stairing?"
My lips twist a little bit more.
"Just think about how different you look proper clothed than struggling naked under me. Quiet amazing."
Even in the dim light I can see him blushing, his cheeks darkening in the color of his hair.
"You are a pervert!"
He yells at me, avoiding my gaze, looking down at the street. I shrug my shoulders, keep my voice calm.
"You know that before, Tethyus. But it didn´t stop you either from fucking with me."
"You are a basta..."
I take advantage of his open mouth, pressing my lips against his, tasting his sweet moist cavern, brushing my tongue against his while I force the beautiful angel down under me, not caring for his wings that get stuck under his body. My mouth must still taste of my victim, the taste of blood, flesh and death still lingering, sickening for him, but for me just another aspect to my play. One hand tangles in his hair, forcing his head down, while my other brush over his body, in its journey unfastening the belt which holds his sword, just to be sure.
After minutes I let his lips go, take my time to look in his fineboned face, the normally moonpale skin flushed, the color emphasize his high cheekbones, the full lips dark red, bruised, his icecolored eyes clouded and dazed. My name an invitation on his lips.
"Xas"
I stop, turning away from him, release his pinned body.
Damn it, damn it, damn it to hell!! Why can´t I simply go on! He is just a fuck among many others! I shouldn´t care! But I do! Damn it! I should just screw him and dump him afterwards, like I should have done right after the first time! Not starting a liason with one of gods servants. Just imagin! An angel having a affair with a demon, shapeshifter, the creation of Azrael the traitor. But it has happend. And now I sit here, next to me the only person I cared for in my hole lifetime of thousand years and with a mission that will surely end with the destruction of his world and him. Here I am to choose between something that could be love and my loyality to my creater, to the one who gave me life.
" What is?"
A wispher, barly audiable, a question full of worry.
The decision has been made.
" I am sorry, Teth."

Angel ties 19

Azraels tale:

Quietness falls over the place, deafning quietness, the only sounds echoing in my ears are my own breath, heavy and unregular, and my heart, jumping frantical in my chest, like it is trying to break through my ribs.
Even if this unknown angel has stopped Michael from beating me futhur I can´t decide if I should be thankful that he saved me, or frightend because that stranger can easily mean more horrible things.
He has killed.
This angel has killed a immortal. He is marked, for everyone to see. A black wing growing from his back, reaching good two feet over his head, shimmering in the light, darkblue sparkles dancing over soft feathers.
Black wings, the sign for traitors and murderers, for the ones who broke the most important rule of all, never kill a angel. The death of a mortal can be tolerated if it is necessary, but never, never kill a immortal. I know only one angel ever wearing the dark wings as punishment, even the fallen angels leave heaven with white feather, when they have lived a small amount of time in hell their wings get black, burned by the fire. Only one has been thrown from heaven with black wings.
Lucifer himself, as he killed the angels of the four winds and raised his sword against the holy father.
And now there is another angel with a black wing.
A black wing?
I blink twice, trying to brush away the shadows that still tries to fall over my mind. Definitely one black wing. The other is white, pure like freshly fallen snow, perfectly white.
What does this mean? He killed half a immortal?
Somehow I don´t want to know it anyway.
Michael frees his hand of his grip, looking at him with a mixture of anger and disappointment. No fear, like so many others show openly on their faces. Even Raphael, who is known for his cheerful nature, to never fear anything, seeing everything as big fun, a great experience, has traces of dread in his face. Who is this angel? Or is he a demon, just looking like one of us?
"Alright. I will agree with you this time. He is dismissed."
"I thank you, Michael."
The archangel turns away, leaving me and the other behind. I nearly scream after him, he shouldn´t leave me alone with the black winged, I would happily take my beating and the punishment. Just don´t leave me with a killer.
The others also vanish, the demons and fallen leaving in a blur of blackness and shadows, the angels opening their wings to rise into other fields of heaven, leaving the grey hall, the spere between the realms of heaven and hell where all trials are hold, behind. Leaving me and the stranger there.
"Let me see your wounds."
He speaks to me with a quiet voice, so different to the comanding tone he had used when he spoke with Michael, now it is so calm and friendly, full of worry. The rustle of silky fabric next to me, as he goes to his knees, trying to take a look at my back. I flinch away, escaping his hands.
"You fear me."
His voice is sad, and may it is this emotion that make me to look at him, for the first time looking at his face.
Breathsteeling.
A fragile creature, the limbs fine nearly like the one of a woman or a young boy, hidden under a black robe of silk, flowing like a second skin over his body, only hold in place by a white belt around his small waist. Long strands of also black hair frame a delicate formed face, pale as the moon with high cheekbones and rosy full lips. And amazing green eyes, green, the color I love so much, for which I love the earth even more than my real home, the wonderful color wich is missing in heaven. Perfect green. Like the leaves of the young forest, like the apple with which the snake tempted Eve, like the gems the human call emeralds. Under this sorrowful and sad gaze I feel my fear melting away like snow in the spring sun, something awakening within me.
I smile creeps to my face and I feel a blush coloring my cheeks. My voice comes out rough and hasty.
" I would like you too look at my back. Thank you."
As he smiles at me I nearly feel my heart stop, his face shining in its beauty like Raphaels morning sun, let his eyes sparkle, his mouth twisting sensous.
"Good. Turn round."

Angel ties 20

Tethyus:

Finally I have reached my destination, the journey from heaven down to earth over. It has been more than six years since I wanderd earth the last time. A long time considering the one I guard down there. But, the last time I stood at his side, saved him, was enought trouble for at least five lifetimes. It took me two years just to get my wings white again. Hell is surely no place for us and none for human beings either, even if they are kind of immortal. To get him through the encounter with Memnoch alive was really no easy task.
And now he needs me again. I don´t know why, but god himself has sent me down to earth to help him again. It can´t be any worse than last time, but when Lestat is involved you can´t be sure.
I stretch my mind, search for the familiar feeling of his thought among all the others to find his destination. There he is, at home, his mind confused in a turmoil of feelings that overhelm me. Boy, in what have you got this time?
But there is something other too, someone dark, shielding his thoughts, the faint fragrance of blood and fire, the smell of hell in the air.
Demon.
My hand reach for my sword, is the creature of hell the reason why god sent me?
My eyes search the ground under me, scanning through the chaos of mortal, streets, houses and darkness that lies to my feet. Searching for the being of the second sphere. I find it, just next to the home of my protégé, a black shadow against the greyness of the city, a hunter observing its prey. I draw my sword, the silver blade shining pale in the light of the moon, the weight familiar in my hand. Carefully I aim the blow, if I miss I wouldn´t get the chance for a second one. The demon under my moves, stretching himself, yawning full heartly, light reflected on living stone and I catch the glimpse of feline eyes, yellow in a black face.
With a smile I place my sword back in its scabbard, no need for it anymore.
Slowly I lower myself behind him, shielding my presents to him. I catch a thought of him, so typical. Will he never learn? He can´t solve all problems just by blowing it in the next sphere.
"Stop that childish behavior. Act like your age."
I take him off guard, but his reactions are fast as ever. Turning around in a flowing motion, claws of steel prepared to strike and the sword half drawn. A impressiv play of agility, strenght and beauty. Muscles under black stone skin, moving a shadowlike body in nearly unbelievable elegance, in impressiv speed, which you wouldn´t have thought possible for a creature of that height, which is made of molten stone. Cat eyes glowing in a face black as the night, but also as beautiful, like the sculptures of the greek and roman gods, with a fine nose and sinful lips, combined with masculin features, framed by dark bangs. Hair of fine stonestrands, soft to the touch, standing in wild spikes from his head, partly hiding his enchanting amber eyes.
I have fallen in love with this black killer from the moment I have set eyes on him. From the day on I have met him in the greysphere, the one everyone fears, I have lost my heart to him. A faithful love, that will not meet a happy ending, that has been sure from the start. A love between an demon assasin and a guardian angel is impossible. God nor devil will allow it. But we dance the line, or rather I dance the line of hiding a forbidden love. For I am not sure of his feelings, he never shows what he really thinks, masking his thoughts and emotions. I can hope. Only hope that he returns my feelings, hope that this love isn´t a onewaystreet, hope that, maybe, this love can exist between two different creatures. Hope is all left for me in this relationship. And his amazing smile, that let his black face glow in warm light, taking the hardness away, that makes my heart beating faster, as he indicates me to sit next to him.

"I am sorry, Teth."
What? Why? There is sadness in his face. What does he mean? I don´t understand. There is nothing to be sorry about.
He stands up, towering over me, his eyes shimmer in the dim light, wet and glacing, the pupils, normally just two slits, wide and round, darkening the perfect yellow.
"Xas. What..."
"BE QUIET!!!"
His words a painful scream, the whistle of wind over steel accentuating the sharp tone. I stair at his risen hand, holding his black sword in the air, a perfect drop of crimson blood running down the black blade.
My blood.
In a daze my fingers come up, touching my throat, feel warm wetness under my fingertips, flowing from a cut. I look at the dark stains against my white skin and than once again at him, standing before me, his face downcast.
"I am sorry."
His voice comes out as a choke, like he is crying. Why! Why, I want to ask. Why this? I love you! With all my heart! Why are you doing this! I want to scream at him, cry. But not a word cross my lips.
He strikes again, this time fast and with all strenght, a blow supposed to kill with on hit, to fast for the eye to see. I bring my arms up with a desperate scream, gathering all strenght I can at this moment, using it as shield, let the blade connect with my magic. The impact is heavy, sending me flying against the roof a few feet away, my head connecting hard with the stone, let me pass out for a moment.
The next thing that I feel is a blow at my side, magic force beating against my flesh, throwing me out of merciful blackness.
I don´t even try to fight back as he approach me, as he place a heavy stonefeet on my chest, holding me down on the ground, place the sword against my neck. I don´t care if he kills me, I want him to kill me to stop that pain in my heart. I don´t care if I die, I will be reborn anyway. But the pain won´t vanish, will never end. A angel heart can only love one time in eternity, never again. And mine is broken, broken by his betrayel, my hope shatterd. He shall end it and is it even for the short time until my rebirth. Ruby gems fall down my face, my tears, jewels of the earth, falling to the ground and I close my eyes as he raise his sword and the blade falls.

Angel ties 21

Xas:
I feel like crying myself as I see the tearstones falling down his beautiful face, rubies falling from the corner of his eyes over his face full of sadness and pain. I place my sword against the tender skin of his neck, next to the scratch I have already made, a ugly mark against the perfectness. Better to do this fast before I regreet, but I do it already as I rise my blade. Is there no other way? Do I really have to choose between my loyality and my...love? Is this love? That trembling of my heart when I think of him gone, the fear to see that beautiful smile never again, never again feel that soft mouth upon my, this tender lips against mine, hands that touch me without fear. Is this love? To think that the world without him would be empty, worthless. Is this the feeling angels and mortals call love?
Is it love? I don´t know love. Just desire and lust, hate and anger. But no love, no sadness.
But why I am crying? This yellow stones falling to my feet are my tears. Aren´t they? Gems like the one he weeps, like the tears of angels. I never even knew that demons could weep.
There must be a other way!
And there is one.
I can´t let him go to heaven, he will be destroyed when Azrael rise against god, but can´t take him to hell either. Only one world left to keep him, imprison him in. Here, in the world of mortals I will keep him, will hold him in invisible ties. I will look after him here, will make sure that he survives the day when the gates of hell open, when the spheres merge. I will keep him.
I let my sword fall, the blade only missing his head a few inches. Feathers fly, fine droplets of blood spilling in the air, like crimson tears, the sickening sound of steel cutting throught sinews, bone and muscle. A scream of pain crosses his lips, stopping apruptly as he blackes out because of the loosing of his wing. Carefully I turn him around, a black stream of his blood flowing over his silver armor, a growing stain of red on his robe. Luckily the wound isn´t as bad as it seems, he will survive it. I hope.
I put back my sword, kneeing next to him I brush away a fine strand of purple, to take a look at his face. There is no pain there, just sadness. I don´t like it. I have always see him smile or sinfull, but to see sadness on his beautiful face is a shame.
"Forgive me, Teth. It´s for you."
I brush my lips over a white cheek, before I lean over him, placing my claws against soft feathers. I close my eyes as I tear throught the wing, my fingers wet in the stream of the dark liquid, warm and sticky, using pure strenght to break throught the fine bown, sinews cut with a audiable snap. The second wing comes down too, falling useless to the ground next to the other. I will have to hide them for him. As long as they are off he can´t go back to heaven, he has to stay here, in my range to support and watch over him.
My beautiful wingless angel.
I make sure his wounds heal before I lift him in my arms, his body nearly weightless, like a doll in my arms, that will break if handled to roughly. I will hide the wings later, will take them with me in Makai, where they are out of his reach.
I leap from the roof over the street, for the humans down there not more than a black shadow, landing on the rooftop of the opposite house. I know where I will leave him till my mission is over, where I will be able to observe him the hole time. I will bring him to the blondie. And if that wanna-be immortal even dares to lay a single finger on him I will tear him apart in little pieces, if Azrael wants it or not.
I jump down in the backyard, carefully with my bundle. I can smell it, the fragrance of hell in the air, strong and overhelming to my senses. I look around and nearly instantly I find it, the bloody rose among the others, like a stain in the whiteness of the flowers that grow here. Azraels rose, the demonplant, a seed of Yggdrasil, the tree growing throught the three spheres, connecting them and makes it possible to travel in them. But this seed is different, alterd by Azraels magic. When it blooms the spheres will merge, slowly becoming one, the tendrils of it will break throught the magic walls of heaven and connect it with hell, the last world to merge with will be earth, till then I will have to find a other solution for Tethyus, but since this moment he will be save here.
I put my angel into the fountain, the clear water turning pink, his hair moving like dark snakes in the flow of it, the purple nearly violet in the wetness. His face is pale, glowing like the moon above him. If his chest wouldn´t rise steady I would think he is dead. But the water will help, water is his element, it will help him to regenerate.
His is water and mine is fire. I must be crazy to risk my ass for his. If Azraels knows about this I am as good as dead. But who cares?
I press a last kiss to his lips, before I rise, turning to the house.
So. How shall I make the jerk inside there recognize that there lies a angel in his fountain, that I want him to take care of?
Drag him out on his hair? Blowing his bedroom up? Or him?
Something fun.

Angel ties 22

Azraels tale:

Gentle fingers remove my shirt, touching bruised flesh, brushing over feathers and broken bones. Numbness follows his touch, the pain vanish under his cool skin, tender like the one of a lover.
"That looks bad. It will not heal soon, maybe in three, four days you will be able to use your wings again. And the other wounds need to be look after too. I can´t tend them here, I need herbs and bandages."
The rustling of feathers and silk, the sound of steps echoeing around me as he steps infront of me, his long hair flowing behind him like a black waterfall, contrasting with the whiteness of his apperance, let him even seem more etheral than all the other angels. A tender hand grabs mine, helping me to my feet. He is small, barely reaching to my shoulder, birdboned, but amazing strenght is hidden in his delicate frame as he winds his arms around my waist, lifting us from the ground together, his wings taking the weight of both of us.
"Do you trust me?"
His voice is carried by the wind, the words wispherd in its steady blow, sounding as if he isn´t speaking, but the air around us.
"Yes, with all my heart."
And to my own wonder I really mean it.
His flight is fast, carrying me throught clouds and fog, leaving the bright beauty of heaven and the greysphere behind, getting near and nearer to the dark realms. I can hear the thunders roll in the darkness before us, red light glowing between the black clouds, illuminating our surrounding in sick colors, like the sky is bleeding. The smell of sulphur and fire in the air, embers and ashes dancing around us, becoming a storm of fire as he dives into the darkness, the flames licking at our skin without burning. The thunder a deafening crescendo. The storm tears on my clothing, blowing hard against my body, my hair flying in my face, like beats of a whip. He flies down now, slowly loosing on height till we vanish into the clouds. A roar overtones the sounds around us, boneshattering and full of evil. I try to catch a glimpse of what lies beneath us, try to look through the fog, that becomes thinner and thinner. But my eyes catch only darkness.
Carefully he lands on the ground, holding me upright. There is only darkness around us, the fragrance of water, dust and blood in the air, filling my nostrils. Death, it smells death. Once again a howl cuts through the darkness, a cold shiver running up my spin as I try to imagin how the beast must look like that is able to sound like this. So full of malice, hate, hunger and simple evil.
"Don´t be afraid. He smells your fear."
I look up to where his face is supposed to be. In the blackness around us I can see the green glimmer of his eyes, calm and thoughtful, the only light in the blackness.
"Who is he?"
"Cerberus. Come."
He goes on, supporting my weight, a arm around my waist, mine over his slender shoulders. Leading me throught the darkness. There is stone under my feet, slick and cold, somewhere I can hear the drippleing of water. It is completly quiet here, the noise of the storm left behind. Quiet and cold. The only sound our steps and sometimes the growl of Cerberus, that gets near and nearer. I try to supress my terror, but it is nearly impossible. Cerberus, the beast of the land of death, guard of the portal of the realm of Uriel, the black angel. Made to tear everyone apart who tries to get to his master. Who should even be more dangerous than this monster. Stories are told in heaven of the cruel angel of death, who lives in the black realms, surrounded by the dead souls of mortals together with the legendary norns. The executioner in the name of god. What does the black-winged one want here anyway? It is the best place to recover, the land of death and rebirth, but how does he think we will get past that monster?
I can hear something scratching over the stone, heavy steps and harsh breathing. Cold sweat runs down my face, silently I begin to pray, even if I don´t believe in prayers, because god gives a shit for them, but if not praying I would scream or simply go mad with fear. Before us in the darkness I can see a faint blue shimmer, getting nearer, becoming a beast of more than 9 feet height, build like the mortal dogs, but with three heads, with jaws, big enought to swallow someone in one piece steady slaver and foam dripples from long black teeth, sharp as a sword. White fur, wild like the one of a wolf over a body that seems to be complete of muscles. Deadly claws scratching over the ground, leaving the stone broken under each step. Blood red eyes glow in his heads, three eyes on each, seeing everything, slicing throught the blackness. He sees us, his eyes catching us, stairing directly into mine. A deep growl comes from it throaths, becoming a loud howl as he lays his heads back, like he is laughing over the two crazy angels that dared to stand before him. My hole being scream to me to run, turn around and run as far as my legs take me, but I am paralysed, even as the black-winged one leaves me, as his arm falls away from me, I am not able to move. He steps forward, I can see his outline against the cold light of Cerberus, stepping into the way of the monsterdog. Slowly the beast moves forward, the big body moving like water, without haste, like he is sure that he will get his prey. The angel does not even flinch as Cerberus approach him, even as he stands infront of him, the three-headed beast towering over him. My hole body shakes. In every instant Cerberus will open one of his jaws and swallow him in one piece, or tear his beautiful body apart in little pieces. And I will be the next.
The beast lowers one of his heads, opening his mouth wide, the theeth shimmering dangerous in his glow. I close my eyes. I can´t watch it, silently I prepare myself for the sound of breaking bones and the mounching of flesh, a scream of pain. Nothing of this. But wet sounds and low giggle make their way to my ears. Slowly I open my eyes and can´t believe what I see. The great Cerberus lapping at the angel with a long black tongue, brushing over his hole frame, four tails wiggling happily in the air, the angel petting the heads while trying to avoid the wet attack of the tongue, smiling widely.
"What!!?"
I scream. Somehow I feel like it. Screaming, crying, laughting, all in on. The angel turns round, looking at me.
"What should be?"
"That!"
I point at Cerberus, who still acts like a little puppy."
"That´s my dog."
"Your dog?!"
"Yes, mine. I am Uriel."

Angel ties 23

An archangel in bondage
Bediademed, souled
With murder of ravens
But no less Astarte to behold
Abandoned by Heaven
To the dead, dark and past
Cast his dispersions
On life´s brittle glass

And thought his eyes still held fire
As stonewalls caged the beast
´Gainst the lassitudes of Death
He fought but fell to greet
And midst lies in collusion
He was martyred to teach
That "Divinity and Lust
Are forbidden to meet"

But I swore that they would
Before the veil could part our embrace
Twixt his cold, silent hips I kissed
And promised Christendom in flames

Lyrics from Cradle of Filths The lich of carnivorous winds

Azraels tale 4:

A laught, loud and hole heartly, the laughter falling from my lips like pearls, the mad undertone making it highpiched and hysterical. The sound echoening from the walls, coming back to me, let it sound as if not only I laught but hundred of others with me. He looks at me confused, a frown on his beautiful face, his lips a sensous pout, still trying to force the three licking tongues of Cerberus back.
"What?!"
"You...you are Uriel?"
I manage to speak under my waterfall of laughter.
"And that´s cruel Cerberus?"
"Yes."
Once again a laughter shakes my frame, before I faint.

The faint fragrance of flowers fill my noistrils, the sweet smell of roses, tearing it´s way through the shadow over my senses. Something cold and wet brushes over my face, smooth and silky. The pressure of bandages around my waist, the feeling of velvet sheets over my body. Slowly I open my eyes, for the second time this day stepping over the edge of merciful darkness and painfull life. White mist blurring my visions, only shemes of black, mixed with sparkles of flaming colors dancing before my eyes.
Once again I feel a cold cloth over my skin, tenderly whipping at the sweat that pearls down my face.
"Sleep. You are weak."
The soft voice finds it way ro my dazed mind, so calming ans soothing, lessening the hurt like the tender hands that brush over my face and through my hair. Slowly I turn my head, the pillow rustling under me, strands of hair falling like a loose curtain before my eyes, making my view even worser. But through the silvery veil I can still regocnize his form, even if it is not more than a blurry shadow with soft green lakes where should be the eyes. Spellbinding, bewitching, I only want to succumb to them, drown in their depths, loose myself in them. Is this how he appears to mortals before he takes their soul? Does he not simply take them against their will but tempt them to follow him into death. To take his hand and make the last step? Abandon oneself to this etheral creature.
The angel of death not a cold cruelity but a tempting sin.
A sin to be followed to death.
"I am not only death. I am rebirth too."
His word echoe in my head. Word unspoken, but whisperd in my heart. His soul touching mine, gentle fingers searching for mine to grasp.
"Do you fear me?"
Sadness, fear, loneliness. All in this four words.
"Yes."
The truth. Who wouldn´t fear a creature of his power and beauty, one who was brought to life to be the cause of death.
"Do you...like me?"
Childish hope, shyness.
I reach out, my hand blindly finding his rope, pulling him towards me. His hair falling like a black spiderweb next to me on the pillow mingling with mine. His face a mask of wonderment as I press my mouth onto his in a clumsy kiss, our noses bumping against each other. The soft velvetness of his lips like a cure to my burst ones, cool and sweet. A sweet and heavy fragrance in his breath that caress my skin, the same on his lips, a faint metallic taste. I want to taste more of him, more of that strange tasting stuff that seems to linger on his lips, but I let go of him. Falling back onto the bed, my head dizzy and spinning.
"More than like you."
Strange. This feeling inside of me. The fast beating of my heart. The fear mixed with excitment to a turmoil inside of me. The trembling of my body when I kissed him. Never have I felt something like this.
Love.
It has to be love. The feeling we can only feel one time in our eternal excistent, for only one special person. The one who shares a soul with oneself. The feeling so many angels miss because they never find the one they are searching for and must live a life of loneliness. Is this truely possible that I have found my love? My love in him? Is he the one made for me? This perfect creature of strenght and bewitching beauty, one of the archangel with nearly as much power as god himself, who is feared by all creatures of the three spheres, even by Lucifer, is destinied to be my lover in eternity?
Can this be?
"You...kissed me? Was this a kiss?"
I turn my head to him, try to supress the pain in my head that it causes. His eyes are wide open, a look of bewilderment and suprise shines in them, one delicate hand rose to touch his lips with the fingertips. The white of the skin contrasting with his roselike mouth.
"Yes...that was a kiss. Have you never been kissed before?"
Somehow it seemd impossible to me that no one has taken advantage of that beautiful lips before, that anybody could resist them when they could get the chance. But one the other hand, maybe no one has ever got the chance.
"Never."
A smile comes to my lips. So the angel of death is pure like fresh fallen snow, a untouched innocent. Somehow the knowing of this, that I was the one to steal those lips the first kiss, leave a wonderfull warm feeling in the depths of my heart.

Angel ties 24

Friedrich Nietzsche: Denn alle Lust will Ewigkeit

Oh Mensch! Gib acht!
Was spricht die tiefe Mitternacht?
>> Ich schlief, ich schlief ~,
Aus tiefem Traum bin ich erwacht: ~
Die Welt ist tief,
Und tiefer als der Tag gedacht.
Tief ist ihr Weh ~,
Lust ~ tiefer noch als Herzeleid.
Weh spricht: Vergeh!
Doch alle Lust will Ewigkeit ~,
~ will tiefe, tiefe, Ewigkeit!<<

Azreals tale 5

"Why was Michael so mad with you?"
His voice is curios, the head slightly leaned to the left he sits next to me, loose strands that had escaped the silverclip in his hair fall in his face, throwing shadowlines on white skin.
"You don´t know? Why did you help me than?"
Slowly he shrugs his shoulders.
"I don´t know. I simply had to. It was like every beat upon you was upon me. I felt your pain and I didn´t want it to go on. It didn´t matter why you were punished. I think I would have also interfered if I knew that you had killed one of us."
"It isn´t that bad."
I rest my head against the board of the bed, my hands folded in my lap, I look into his eyes. So innocent. Just curiosity and trust in their bottomless depths.
"I often walk on earth. Talking with mortals. They facinate me. Their differences from us, even if we resemble each other. Their ability to change, their mind and soul, that are able to learn, to get greater. Their attemps to find answers to questions unspoken, their trying to understand everything, even heaven and hell. Their ability to give us strenght with their believe in us. All their merits and flaws make them special to me."
"But there is no reason for Michael to beat you up that bad. Many of us love the mortals and walk among them to study their habbits and their spirit."
"I don´t study them. For me they are not some kind of test subject, like for our great god and the most angels, to whom they are not more than a little experiment. A proof of their might. That they can create and destroy life with the blink of an eye.
They have a life like we have, only that they are supposed to die and be reborn again until their is nothing left of them! Which is unfair! We have stolen them their immortality, their chance to become strong like us! To envelop theirself to something that is equal to us!
But they can´t! ´Cause god wont allow it! And the angels follow his opinion. They fear that they could be overthrown. That they could loose their strenght, because the mortals wouldn´t believe in them anymore. The mortals wouldn´t seek their help anymore because there would be no need to!
So god and the angels feet them with a bunch of lies! Making sure that the mortals accept that they are minor to us, telling them lies about a life in heaven after death.
Even Lucifer, who is called the liar, speaks more truth than anyone of the so-called angels! He is proud of what he is, evil. He don´t tries to disguise himself in lies, that he is good and only want the best for everyone. He shows that he don´t care! Don´t care if the humans live or die, or if their is heaven or not.
I must say I admire him. He had the courage to speak as he thought that god made a mistake with the mortals and as he had been comanded to be quiet and obey he rose to defend his opinion, his individualism, his right to do and say whatever he thought was right, to live a life without rules. And for this he was thrown out of heaven. Because god fears freedom. Than freedom means a life without rules, a life where everyone can do as he pleases.
A life of chaos."
His face is solemn, the eyes sowncast to avoid my gaze.
"And you told this Michael? Told him that you think Lucifer was right as he tried to overthrow god and heaven. Told him that we should do it again to free ourselves and mortals."
"No. You are the first one who hears this words from me. Michael punished me because I told a mortal the truth about heaven. Told him that their is nothing after the death of the soul. That, what I have told you is what I think. The reason why I tell humans the truth. That I think that the hole thing of the good angels and their allmighty god and the devil and his cruel demons are nothing more than shit. That I would love to overthrow it all, to give everyone the right to do as he pleased, to live as long as he wants, to say what he wants."
"The same reason that Lucifer had. Are you trying to become a second devil?"
"If I have the chance to, I would. If it means that I could stop this all, I would. But I can´t. Even Lucifer with all his strenght and followers weren´t able to do it. How should I, a minior angel, be sucessfull where a archangel failed?"
"Lucifer was damned to fail. He acted on pure impulse, didn´t thought it over, didn´t make sure he was believed in. Nothing will be sucessfull if not believed in."
Wonderment takes me over. I wouldn´t have believed that he would act like this. I thought he would regret that he has helped me, send me away or finish what Michael has started. I have accused him, he is the one who takes the souls of mortals away, makes sure that no one of them lives too long, takes their memories of their former life and gives them a new one until the end. I though he would be angry with me, that in his eyes would be hate for me. But there is nothing but sadness and understanding.
Long slender fingers take my my hand, pulling me to my feet.
"Come with me."
"Where are we going."
"I want to show you my point of view."

Angel ties 25

Azraels tale 6:

He leads me, just a few meters ahead, through seeming endless corridors of darkness. A dancing shadow that shows me the way. The walls engraved with pictures that let my heart skip a beat, pictures of wars, people being slaughterd in all kind of ways, men, sliced in two by axes, headless corpses lying on the ground, their flesh teared out by raven, women raped and murderd, their body discarded in lonely streets, children, thrown into dark pits, their fragile body stabbed by iron stabes, the tender flesh teared by fangs of unnamed beasts.
Maddening, cruel, disgusting and undenieable fascinating. The graving, so real, the pain in the eyes caught in stone, the wounds, like every moment there would flow true blood. So real, you could believe that they live.
A tender hand close my eyes, cold fingers blocking my view.
"Don´t look at the way of cruel death, close your eyes against that madness. Please, don´t look at my ugliest face."
His voice a wispher blown into my ear, begging and fearfull.
"It is your doing?"
"One of my many faces, death isn´t always gentle, but he isn´t always cruel. So many aspects, so many faces. You don´t know anything about me."
I feel his arm around my waist, leading me on, his hand still over my eyes.
I don´t care what your faces are, I don´t care that you are also cruel. I know one thing about you and that´s enought.
I know that I love you.

Lestat (yes, he is still somewhere in this spec J):

My hand comes up, touching my cheek where he has hit me. Sitting on the bed, the sheets crumbled beneath me, still warm from our bodies, I can hear his steps on the wooden floor, shortly muffled by the thick carpet and then the sound of the door falling into its frame. A muffled sob comes to my ears. Is he crying? Or is it me?
"You bastard, I hate you."
The words echoeing in the room, now deathly silent since he has left.
Unworthy...
A dark drop stains the fabric, soon followed by another, making new marks on the already torn and bloody sheets.
"Don´t ...go. Come back."
No, I wont allow it. Wont allow that you leave me, not again, never again. Something must belong to me, something, someone in this eternity must belong to me, stay with me. And who else if not you? Who else? My beautiful one.
My.
I will not allow that you leave me. Whatever this bastard has done to you, whatever you may think, I wont let you go, wont allow that that angel is right, will prove that...what? That I am not able to even keep the one most dear to me save, that I even make him cry, hurt his feelings without knowing it?
I jump from the bed hurling down the stairs, not caring that I still wear my crumpled clothes from yesterday, run out on the street searching for Louis, screaming his name. Mortals cover their ears, my voice hurting them, but I do not care, running through the streets, searching for him. He can´t be far away, he must be somewhere near!
But he is nowhere to find, running through the city, looking for him, searching in the mind of mortals, scanning all the places he prefers.
Nowhere.
Fear creeps up my spin, what if...what if Azrael has approached him, what if he is in danger and I don´t know? What if he needs my help? And I am once again not near to stand by his side. I call Armand, hoping that he will find Louis mentally, that the imp is able to locate him.
I don´t tell him what has happend, don´t tell him that once again a creature of hell has paid his visit, frighten that he will think me mad, frighten that they will put me into the prison again, frightend that I am sealed away while Louis is in danger. Tell him something about a quarrle and that Louis is now absend.
The minutes seem endless till he answers me, in his voice traces of disbelieve and shock. Nothing, not even an glimpse. He isn´t shielded, just not there, no trace of his mind or soul. I hang up before he is able to ask another question.
Vanished, no longer here. I look up into the endless nightsky, the stars twinkling in the velvet darkness like small jewels.
"Please, god. I have no right to ask you...but save him. Let him be alright."
Slowly I go back home, in New Orleans I wont find him, he isn´t here. I will have to find another way. Somehow. Somehow I will have to get back to hell, somehow...That I can search for him. He is there, I know it, together with Azrael.
Anger boils over as I think of the silverhaired angel, that arrogant asshole! If he even damage a hair on my fledgling I will tear every feather seperatly from his wings and stuff it in his mouth, before I rip his heart out of his chest and make myself a few playtoys out of his guts. God, how I would love to went my anger on something. Everything would be alright! Something to went my anger and my fear on.

I let myself fall down on the couch, starring up at the ceilling, thinking rational now, trying to solve the problems. I will not come to any conclusion if I keep being upset like a little sissy. How to go back to hell or heaven? The first time Memnoch took me with him, but how to make it on my own? How? How to do it?
How...
Suddenly the floor shakes, followed by a rolling thunder. Dust falls from the ceilling, a crack running through it, the candelier shuddering and finally falling to the floor, breaking into million of shards, books falling out from the shelves, glass shattering. I cough, stumbling to my feet.
"What?!"
Through the clouds of dust I can see the outline of a creature, dark, like a black stain in the reality. Glowing yellow eyes stairing at me with a mixture of malice and fun.
"Hello Lestat. Time for a little fun?"

Angel ties 26

Xas:

Ok. May blowing up someones bedroom if you intend to ask a favour of the very same person is a bad idea. He really seems pissed off by it. But, to hell, my day is already bad enought and I am simply not one of those who politly knocks on someones door and make big puppy eyes to get what he wants. Just imagin! Me with puppy eyes!

For a moment we just stair at each others, his blue eyes gleaming throught the clouds of dust around us, long blond hair caressed by the wind of the explosion. Impressiv, really. Somehow I can understand why Uriel stayed with him. For a mortal he surely posses the beauty of an angel, or a demon. I could think of some other funny things to do with him, not only fighting, but my main task is Tethyus.
Hopefully everything will happen as planned.
No time to regret. Everything or nothing.
I jump forward, useing all strenght to pass the distance between him and me, one hand raised, formed to deathly claws, prepared to strike and tear in pieces, the other reaching for the sword at my side.
Everything or nothing.

Lestat:

The smirk on ist face becomes bigger as it steps closer, now clearly visible. I can´t help but feel a tremor of fear running throught me as I can see the monster that steps out of the clouds of dust. Humanlike, but black as the deepest night, the light reflectet on dark stone, tall and muscled, it seems only to consist of steelstrings and sinews, hidden partly under black armor, that seems to grow out of its skin. Long legs moving ellegantly, bringing him nearer with every step. The carved face, the black mask with the yellow stoneeyes, speaking just of one thing. Killer.
Shit, like I haven´t got enought troubles already.
Suddenly it jumps forward, passing the distance of the room in one long stride, deathly claws shimmering in the light, dashing out with amazing speed. I dodge them, hear them slicing the air only inches over my head as I sidestep him, avoiding that it crashes with full force against me. A trick. To late I see the sparkle of steel, the sound of a blade drawn from its scabbard, biting deep into the flesh. For a moment the time seems to stand still. I stair at the black metal in my belly, nearly vanishing in my flesh, coming out at my behind, blood flowing over it, slowly dropping to the ground, dark and thick, glowing red. Its face just inches away from mine, fragrance of fire in its breath, mingling with the dusty air and the smell of my blood. Golden eyes wide, meeting mine.
"Fight or die!"
With a groan it pulls the blade from my body, jumping back a few steps, ignoring the table that breaks to pieces under its feet. I stumble, my hands pressed to the wound, slowly healing under my fingers, to slowly for a normal one. It just looks at me, the claw with the weapon raised to its face. A small dark tongue comes out from its mouth, licking at the blood smears, than vanishing again. A playfull smile comes to the face of the creature, revealing fangs.
"Come on, Lestat! Don´t be such a bore."
Bastard.
The next moment it chrashes against the wall, its limbs bound with invisible bonds to the stone, holding it in place while its dashes around in its ties, cursing and spitting. I steady the bond around its right claw, the one with the sword, making the bond thighter until I can see glowing orangegold liquid breaking throught the black skin, drippling to the floor, where it leaves burning holes. Another twist and I duck away as dark flesh explodes, ripped apart by invisible hands, its golden burning blood spilling in the air. With a heavy thump it falls to the floor as I let the bonds go. I look at the crumbled creature before me, its left hand clinging to its shoulder were once has been a arm, thick liquids flows down from its wound, looking like molten stone, becoming a puddle that slowly burns it way throught the floor, mixing with the strands of black hair that falls in its face. The sword lying a few feet away, stained with pieces of his flesh. A small sounds comes from it, no whimper, no sound of pain, but a giggle, slowly rising to a laughter that nearly deafen me.
"Do you had to do this? Do you know what fucking pain this is everytime it comes back?" it adds between its laughter.
With unbelievable eyes I can only watch as its torn away flesh gets a life on its own, flowing back to the creatures wound, forming a bone,a skelletal hand of black stone, sinews creeping over it, like worms winding itself over the bone, flesh growing back, giving the arm the muscled form it had, perfect skin of darkness hiding the flesh and finally long nails, growing out of its fingers, forming a deathly claw, that tears apart the floor under it as it jumps to its feet with catlike graze.
"Would be glad if you mind stopping doing that." Once again its smiles.
Shit, my wound isn´t even healed yet, and that beast recoverd within seconds. Fuck...

Xas:

Ah, fuck! Why has everyone the habit to let me limbs explode? They all don´t know how uncomfortable it is when they grow back. Like thousands of ants crawling throught my body, biting me everywhere, but mainly focusing on the part that needs to be regenerated. Tell you, that feeling can really be unnerving. I am just glad he didn´t blow my head of. I have never tested if that part can be restored. I really would hate to be reborn as mortal, if not.

I jump to my feet, smiling at him, even if I want to scream. It is not working yet, he still isn´t here. I can´t stand the gamepart much longer, soon bloodlust will take the overhand and I am not sure if I can stop then, even if he appears.

With a long stride I close the distance between us, ignoring the sword that lies not far away and dash out at him, my blow only barly dodged by him. I take the next blow, feel my stoneskin crumble under the force of his hit, nearly knocking me from my feet. But I use the chance to land a blow, my fingers clawing at the still open wound of my first attack, causing him to go to his knees.
Lucky one. A normal mortal wouldn´t survive the wound from a demonsword, it would simply suck his soul from him, but the course of Uriel is strong in this one. But not strong enought to stand against a demonassassine.
The next blow sends him to the floor, the end for him. Finished, once and for all. Just one final blow and it´s over. I raise my hand, claws prepared to strike, to tear apart the skin like I have done with my first victim. I aim the blow, but my claws only tear throught the stained fabric of the carpet and wood, missing his throath only barely as a white and purple shadow crashes against me, knocking me out of my balance and throws me to the floor.

Angel ties 27

Lestat:

The things which happend, just a blur. No complet memories, only shards of a broken picture. Details, that have carved themself into my mind.
A claw, only barely missing my head, a white thing protecting me, waterdropplets like pearls in purple hair, bloody feathers, a false laughter, wings of black fire, everything mixing, becoming a tide that seems to drown my sanity. The only thing which reminds me that the things spinning in my head are true, a destroyed flat, a wound that wont heal and a comateos purpelhaired being in my arms.

Xas:

A painful groan comes over my lips as I slowly pull out the cristall shards in my shoulder, my blood flowing from the small wounds, staining the armor. I let them fall to the ground, watch as they slowly melt in my blood.
It worked, only barly but it did. The guardian instinct won over his bodystate and he rose to defend the blond one, fought against me.
My wingless angel, rose against me, fought against me. Wounded me. Not with his magic, not with his shards, but with the look of his eyes. Souless like ice. Just reflecting, no other emotions in them, burned out any feelings. This normally soulfull eyes, showing so perfectly what he feels, what moves his soul, his heart. Was it me who caused this? Was it me who made him loose this? Was it me who let his eyes become cristallshards?
I stair down at the wings to my feet, the bloody feathers, torn muscles and sinews still bleeding, a small puddle to my feet. I lend down, touching the unbelievable softness of the feathers, like silk under my rought skin. Will this be all what is left for me from my former lover? His wings? The sign of his holyness in the hands of a cruel demon. Will this be all to remind me of the gentle guardian angel who teached me...love.
Yes, he thaught me to love. What else can this feeling be? These trembling inside of me, the tears that come to my eyes when I think about the possibility that we will never meet again. That not only his eyes, but also his heart is now emotionless for me.
Yes, he thaught me what I never wanted to learn. To love, to cry...Never did I want these human feelings. These feelings that make one weak, that create weak points. But I have them now and I have my weak point. And I will learn to live with them, will learn to disguise them in hell, where love is a crime that will be punished by death, only lust allowed, will learn to keep him save. Will learn to show him. Show him that I love.
I take his wings in my arms carefully, a last glance backwards to the house I fought just seconds ago. I summon the fire of hell, igniting my wings, the black flames licking at my back, forming feathers of fire that carry me up, higher and higher, the wind singing sharply in my ears, forming a deafning crescendo as I touch the spheres, diving throught them, leaving earth and the rising sun behind, steping into the chaos of Lucifer, where the screams of souls are a steady music and the breathstealing fallens rule. Not my world, not the sphere I call home, a world I nearly hate as much as the human world. I am demon, yes, but the sphere I call home is Makai and the world of death, the empires for which I fight, the ones I live in. Azraels and Uriels, the rulers of these parts, my creators. Creators of these artificial body that I pose, Uriels power that gave me life and soul and Azraels that gave me strenght and will. My creators, those who I am devoted to.

Azrael:

All the time while I speak I watch him, his beautiful features, now framed with waistlong dark waves, the skin white like marble, lips turning from their paleness to a faint rosiness. The eyes, never leaving my lips, following every of my moves. Wonder, interest, knowing, sparkling in the groundless green ponds. Sometimes a flicker of something older, something strong and familiar, his lips moving like he wants to add something to my tale. A smile comes to my lips. Not only his body is changing, but also his mind. Soon the memory of my lover will awake, every word brings the break down of the fragile human soul nearer, the shell that holds the mighty spirit of Uriel will break under his force, the human virus eliminated by him. No longer Louis, but the wonderful angel of death. Soon, and together we will bring it to an end and this time we will be succesful, we are no longer dependent on Lucifer, who let us run into the open knife, who turned against us for reason only known to him. We were stupid to believe him, him, the one called traitor. No, we don´t need him anymore. I am strong enought now. They made a mistake by chaining me to the portal of hell, right before there noses, where they can´t forget me, where they are reminded of me everytime, where they still believe in me and give me strenght, enought strenght to break free with Xas help. And revenge will come, sooner as they know, revenge for my punishment, revenge for the course the lay over Uriel. Their deaths for his pain.
Angel ties 28

Louis:

Dawn is approaching, even here I feel it, the coldness claiming my limbs. No, not now! There are things unsaid. My point of view, my loneliness untold. So much to say. So many things he didn´t told right. I had a reason to help him, had a reason to step into Michaels way...What? What is the reason?
And why do I know? Why? Why? WHY!!!
Images coming to my mind, a beaten angel, bloody wings, blood drippling over my fingers, the metallic taste of blood in my mouth, blood, blood, blood...Everywhere is blood! Staining my clothes, a blade singing in the air, causing the liquid of life to spill from open wounds, scarlet smears on a stonelike face, once tender and soft features hard and cruel, a beautiful mask of evil. Flames liking at my body, burning feathers and mooncolored skin of the creatures around me, a goldwinged creature dodging a blow of a silversword that was aimed at me, blocking it with his body, falling death to my feet, like so many others, dying to save me, the sky over me on fire, black rain falling from crimson clouds, a storm tearing on my clothes, carring the smell of deaths, screams of agony and pain, screams of anger, hate and war, metall against metall, steel against skin and flesh, steel cutting throught the air, someone screaming my name over the chaos, a dark shadow falling over me, looking up, a creature, black hair flowing behind, like a misty cloud, framing a face of incredible beauty, full lips drawn to a smile of absolute evil, rubby eyes under thick lashes stairing into mine, reflecting the fire around us, armor, black and red, like painted on the muscular body, shimmering, a cruzifix, upside down, golden on the front, black wings streched, a dark sea of feathers, a sword of black flames, falling unstopped, aimed at my throat, cutting effordless throught the ironcolar of the armor. Pain...
I scream, my fingers clawing at my throat, trying to come to my feet, but find my limbs paralysed, deathsleep claiming my body. One hand outstreched, trying to reach the hand of Azreal, who stands up, catching my falling frame, pressing me gently against his body as my mind steps over to sleep, to dreams, from one nightmare into the other.

Louis´ dream

Walking throught the corridors, this youngling in my arms, my fingers pressing against his face, hiding this amazing dark eyes, those eyes deeper as the night that seems to want to know everything, gleaming with idialism and couriosity, absorbing everything they see. Innocent. He has seen nothing in his life. He speaks from death and rebirth and never laid a single eye on the things he speaks about, never looked at the faces of death and the wonder of rebirth, never looked at me. Until now. And I will show him, show him my world and if, if after all this he still wants to rise, still has the same opinion as before he is the one I have been waiting for and my faith I will lay into his hands.
Slowly I remove my fingers, allow him to see where we are. A hall, the ceilling, hold by gothic columns of dark stone, but invisible, hidden by a flowing mist, appearing through a hole, framed with statues of skelletal angels, featherless wings streched, the bones touching over the entrance, their fleshless fingers holding a skull and and a cross, black gems for eyes, their body surrounded by dying and dead mortals, in all states of rot. The shadowy flow leaving throught a equal hole in the other wall, but this too framed with angel, but these beautiful, one with wings of pure gold, the other with silver. Eyes closed and hands outstreched, welcoming to enter.
"What is this?"
His voice echoes in the room, a hundred times broken, like other repeating mockingly his question. I turn round to him, looking at the angel with his silver hair, glowing like a hallow in the dim light, his bandaged white wings and white clothes, stained with perfect red, his young face a mask of wonderment. He seems so out of place in all this darkness, a flickering light that could be destroyed to nothing but ashes in any moment. He trust me, with all his heart, I feel it, he trusts me that he is save, that nothing will happen to him. And nothing will. Wont allow it. Not to this one with his innocent looks and rebellious thoughts. Somehow he has touched something in me, light somthing in the darkness of my heart and thoughts, fills emptiness and loneliness that threated to drown me this last thousand years, were no one wanted to speak to me, were I became the very picture of fear. Not to this one, my string to life. Truth shall I show you in return for your kindness.

Angel ties 29; Louis dream 2

Louis dream 2

Slowly opening my wings, rising a few feet into the air, I touch the columns. The stone warm under my fingertips, pulsating, like it is alive, not death and cold, but living, growing and breathing under my fingertips. I follow the carvings, follow the lines of the pictures engraved, pictures of humans, angels and demons, of birth and death. Looking up to the flowing mist above me I reach out, calling silently to the mist. A faint glimmer in the mist, light twirling around, giving the fog a faint glow of blueness. Coldness creeping up my arm, to my heart as the light touches my hand, slowly becoming a glimmering ball in my hand, the light enveloping me and my surrounding. I come back to the ground, standing in front of my follower, whos eyes are curios, the blackness of them glowing, reflecting the light around us, let the seem not black, but like glowing jewels of dark blue, like the nightsky in the humanworld. One of his hands come up, like he want to touch the glimmer in my hands, but he stops a few inches away, not daring to lay hands on the light. Slowly it falls back to his side.
"This hall, youngling, is called the hall of creation."
My voice echoes loud, even if I have barely wispherd, broken coming back to me, but mixed with others, wispering between mine.
"Creation, rebirth, life..."
Souls yearning to step over the edge, the edge of being and just exsisting, being not more than a mere thought, part of a uncomplete self. Yearning to become flesh and bones.
"Here, in this chambers, older than the heaven itself, it all started. Where the tree of life, Yggdrasil started to grow, where everything has its beginning. This is this place, the sinews that holds heaven, hell and earth together, makes it possible to travel between the spheres. This is the place where the humans where brought from imignation to reallity. Where even our race was born and still grows."
"Still grows?"
"Yes, you know that it isn´t possible for us to give birth to a child, but did you never regocnize that there was suddenly a angel you have never seen before? Why do you think you are called youngling and the archangels acients? I am, the angel of death and life give birth to them, create them, even you, I was the one to breath life and soul into a form that is now yours. Creating you with my powers and so many others. You are my creature, not one of god, but the one of a archangel. Who was cursed to stay here and make sure that our race never dies, who was forced to create the humanrace in gods order. Who steals lifes in order to create new ones. Who was given the power to create and destroy with a mere thought. Not god gives life, but I. I , with a power I was forced to take, to play a role in a neverending game, a role I hate, for it made me the icon of death and destroying, made me lonely. Everyone sees that I kill, but noone regocnize that I am also life, not god, but I. God is a angel like you and me, as old as I am. But he was a angel with ideals, with ideas of order.
You must know, at the very beginning there was nothing, everything that is now was made with the will of the now god and the four angels of the elements."
I twist the soul in my fingers, play with it before I send it back into the mist. This one isn´t prepared to come to life yet.
I look to him, his eyes wide, in wonder and fear, taking a few steps away from me. Now, this is something other than your idea isn´t it? You, like Lucifer gave all fault to one person, but there are so many others that are concerd, not only god, but also the archangels, the cherubs, everyone...everyone here somehow has a role to play in everything. What is yours? Do you know it? Do you think you can be a new god? A new devil? It is possible, I see it in your eyes, the same darkness I saw in gods and Lucifers as the both became what they are now. The darkness of thoughts and intentions invisible. Will you rise?
With my help.
Yes with my help you will.

Angel ties 30

Azrael:

Carefully I catch his falling body, lying limp in my arms. Long strands of fine blackness falling into his pale face, a small frown playing on his features, the full lips quivering.
I cradle him in my arms, his head resting on my chest, cool skin against mine, slightly wet from a thin layer of sweat. Gently I brush away a few strands of hair, to take a better look at him. My beloved. Soon you will be back, back in my arms. The powerful creature that once thaught me, who put the most believe in me. Your believe that made me strong, that made what I was and will now push me to even higher levels of strenght. Your awakening, not only the return of you, my lover, but the sign for war, for the last battle against heaven. Earth and hell will fall with just my powers, but heaven and god, not without you.
Slowly I carry him out of the room, passing the hall, over steps and throught corridors. Black shadows bowing, gestures of respect and devotion, voices wisphering, echoeing from the stonewalls in the hole castle, reaching outside, even to the last corner of Makai.
"Uriel is back...!"
"The lord of death reborn."
"Hail Uriel!"
"Master of rebirth..."
"Our lords..."
"Both returned to claim the throne!"
The voices getting bodies as I pass by, shadows becoming hard, shattering, dark shards breaking soundlessly to release their prisoners.
Eyes of untamed fire and malice opening for the first time in centuries, glowing in faces tempting to die for.
Awakening, everyone.
With the moment my dark angel fell asleep, dove into the memories long forgotten, they awoke, feeling his presence, feeling mine.
Feeling the time to rise again.
For the last battle, which begins now.

Xas:

Where to hide them? Where they are save until I can give them back? Where wont Azrael find them?
Flames of hell, I don´t want to know what would happen if he finds out that I am involved with an angel, that I have shown myself to a mortal, ignored his orders and left Tethyus together with my prey.
Shit! I am death if he even finds out half of it!
Soundless I land, the rough stone hot under my feet. Stormy clouds dance on the sky above me, purple, black and crimson. Sometimes a thunder, bright light painting streams of unbelieveable colors. Wind singing, blowing shards of black glas with it, cutting throught my skin and leaving fine droplets of my blood. Tangled in the wind sounds of screaming souls, the sharp sound of blades clashing together, only faint, long gone, the shouts of war and the song of flames.
The air humid, laying itself wet over my skin, tasting and smelling old and dead.
Dead.
The right word for this plane.
So many found death here, even death himself.
Nothing can survive here in his true form, nothing. Your life get drained here, invisible flames of hell licking away your skin and flesh, the light of heaven burning your eyes and the wispher of sweet words shatters your sanity.
The only way to live, to survive is to become all of this aspects. Leave your body and take one created in chaos and hate, war, murder and blood. Give up your form and take one this place gives you, invite the darkness, the very essence of this place in your heart.
Only one has allowed it, only one who took the offerd madness and power to survive his punishment.
Azrael.
This was his cage for the last thousands of years, invisible chains, that held him down, madness that drove him to attack everyone who tried to pass this plane, to step over the way that connect heaven and hell directly, the small part where both spheres mixed and became one, created a dessert in which only a angel of steel could live.
No one dares to come near here. No one dares to enter the field where once was fought the battle between angels and demons, where god and devil judged over chaos and death, over Azrael and Uriel.
Here, here I will leave Tethyus wings. Here, where no one will find them.

?:

Coldness.
Coldness is the first thing I feel. Biting into my flesh, the muscles numb and unwilling.
Malice.
Malice the first thing I remember. Rushing throught my heart that slowly starts to beat again.
Power.
Power the first thing to touch me. Breaking my selfmade prison of ice.
Shards of pure ice fly as it shatters around me, giving me free. Hot air brushing against my sensitive skin, sulfur and fire filling my nostrils. Familiar smells. Black, wet hair, clinging to my forehead and my back. Feathers, heavy with water, momentarly to much to carry. With a moan I sink to the ground, the stone rought under my knees, a shard biting into my leg. I rech down, pulling it out from my flesh, the wound closing instantly. Only a few droplets of black blood left on the ice. I lift it to my mouth, greedly licking the streams away, savouring the flavour of my own blood.
Not as good as that of my brother, but whoms could compair to his dark sweetness.
Once clean I look into the piece of ice in my hand, reflecting my face. Rubby eyes stare back at me under lashes like dark mist, red as blood, red as the lush lips of mine. Black lustrous hairs framing the fine face.
Still a mask of sin and lust.
What´s the reason that I am awake again?

Angel ties 31

Xas:
A last time I let my eyes wander over the deserted place, the black planes, like poilished glass, reflecting the sky, became a second one. Fire, clouds and bloody droplets, seem to dance and fall from two sides, let the surroundings seem endless, without end, without ground, without sky, no horizon. Just the storm deafining, but sometimes interrupted to be followed by silence, let me hear my own heartbeat and my pulse rushing in my veins. Breaking loose again, without warning, stronger than before, tearing sound out off of stones, that sometimes grow out of the ground, sharp like teeth of a beast resting underground, like black bones of a once living creature poking out of a corpse. The screams of the souls getting louder, until it seems impossible to get any louder, but still it increase.
Surely a save place to hide something, noone sane would make a step into this...hell. Hell is the only word that comes to my mind, the only word to describe this passage. A perfect hell and a deathly beauty, in all its destruction and mind shattering chaos it is nonthless beautiful.
Heaven and hell truely mixed here, the result of Azraels and Uriels attemp to make this two spheres one. As far as I know they wanted to melt earth to them too, creating a new world, without border, with anyone being equal. No god, no ruler, deciding for oneself, the power to create in anyone of us. Nice intentions if you ask me, but the hole idea turned round and bit them in the ass. It was quiet clear that the two superior rulers, god and Lucifer weren´t all to pleased with the hole thing. Even if it seemed that Uriels twin would stand on their side, he joined them with his forces in the war against god. But, how other could it be, turned against them, stabbing his sword into his own brother, merging his strenght with the one of god to throw them down, keeping his position.
Here I must say that it was their own fault, to trust him. Lucifer didn´t get the name traitor just for fun.
I wasn´t part of this war, or, more exactly, not like I am now. I can´t remember anymore, just know what Azrael told me. At that time I was an angel myself, a angel made by Uriel and him, a part of both their soul, mixed with the one of a human and a demon. Born with a angelic appearence, goldenwinged with white hair and golden eyes. I was killed in this battle, so he told me, by the attempt to save Uriel. I also had a other name than, Raziel. I hadn´t my full powers than, just a small spark against the power that awoke in me after my rebirth. My rebirth in this body, as Xas. If I take the form of an angel for a short period I truely resemble this Raziel, but I don´t care. I do not even believe him, after all this years, thousands that I have spent in his servitude I must say...I don´t believe a single word he says. I fullfill his orders, kill and destroy in his name, but I never put belief in him. If belief gives someone strenght, he deffinatly doesn´t get any from me.
With a last sigh I let my eyes wander over the torn wings to my feet, their stained whiteness brillant and gleaming in the darkness, and turn away. Summoning my wings back, I throw myself into the air, the wind tearing flames out of them, blowing embers around me, dancing lights, higher and higher I fly until I can nearly touch the stormclouds. I look down to the black desert under me, trying to imprint the place where I left Teths wings in my memory. I draw my brows together, my attention completly vanished from the task. I didn´t saw it down there, the darkness must have swallowed all light, but up here...
Three lights glowing in the darkness, like lava breaking throught the ground, the earth bleeding out the last bit of life, building a triangle.
What´s going on?
In a rush I leave the passage behind, opening a gate to Makai.
Azrael...what are you doing?

Angel ties 32

Tethyus:
Pain, unbelieveable pain. Cursing throught my body, every bone seems to be broken, my back just an area of white hurt, a burning sensation, nearly mindshattering in the intensity.
But all this, all this pure physical pain is nothing, nothing against the arch in my heart, that seems to clench my breast, making it nearly impossible to breath, every one I take in a mere hiss, mixed with a dying sob. Only one thing repeating itself over and over in my mind and heart. A cruel voice taunting me, laughing at my foolishness.
He does not love me.
Not only rejection, not only cold words declairing that he has no emotions for me. But a rising blade taking away my wings, pointed against me, a attack against the one I seek to keep save, a attack against me.
A deathly attack.
Why he didn´t finished us of is a riddle for me. I couldn´t have stopped him, not even with all my power, and in this state...I am not more than a worm to him. So weak, so utterly weak and helpless, no strenght left, not even to open my eyes.
I wish he would have killed me.
Ended it for me, took my life away like everything else he had taken without regret, destroyed it like everything else of me.
My love, my happiness, my hope, my home.
A angel without wings.
I can´t go back to heaven, I can´t without my wings.
Not even salvation among the one of my kind is left for me.
Nothing left.
And he wouldn´t even give me death for exchange.

A whince escapes my lips as my armor is roughly removed, snapped open and pulled away from under my body, the cold silver scratching over my skin. The top of my robe, sticking to my back in a lake of dried blood, ripped open and pulled apart. Air gently blowing over the remainings of my wings, making the pain more bareable, cooling my feverhot skin. But only a short time, before I feel fabric pressing against it, someone winding bandages around me, with more goodwill than knowing.
To thight.
A hiss of pain escapes me, boardering in a low cry, and the hand stops. Fingers grasping my shoulders, digging painfully in the skin, pulling me up, ignoring my low protests and hurtfull moans, shaking me slightly, my head rolling to either side.
"Hey, are you awake? Come on! Open your eyes!"
No, let me rest. Let me die. I don´t want to wake up ever again.
The voice is insistent keeping on to call me, forcing itself mercilessly into my consciousness. I know it from somewhere, have heard it before. Somewhere...I don´t remember. Funny. Angels are supposed to never forget a thing.
Why doesn´t he simply shut up? Why can´t he see I don´t to wake up? Go away. Mercifull blackness shall hold me in her arm.
He doesn´t do me the favour, shaking me even harder, so that my lids flutter open without me wanting it, catching a glimpse of blue eyes and blond locks, falling untamed into a fine defined face, before my eyes close again.
Now I remember, the mist over my memories lifting, know from where I know this voice.
Lestat.
LESTAT?!
My eyes snap open.
No, this shouldn´t be! He shouldn´t see me! I shouldn´t be visible to his eyes! I shouldn´t be with him! It is forbidden for a guardian angel to show oneself to the human you watch after! Normally our magic mades it impossible for earth creatures to see us, so why...
My wings!!
With my wings I have lost most of my powers, mostlikely the one to keep me invisible too.
Wonderfull.
I look up to him, my eyes wandering restlessly over his solemn features, normally joyfull, now completly serious. The velvet nightsky behind him, a halffull moon shining down on us, let his hair shimmer in a colorless silver. Night...this isn´t New Orleans! It was closly before dawn there and I doubt that I was that long unconscious, to let a hole day pass by.
"Right, we aren´t in New Orleans anymore. Europe, to be exactly Ireland."
Ah, another thing I have lost, my barriers.
His hands let go of me and I sink back, barely managing to keep my sitting position, my back still hurting terrible, making it impossible to sit straight, I barely surpress the urge to reach back and touch the wound.
"Why Europe...?
Just a whisper, nothing more pass my lips.
"Well, I couldn´t stay there, waiting for the police to come. How should I explain the explosion? Sorry, officer, a black stone monster blew my house up!?"
Xas is no monster...isn´t he?
"But so..far?"
"I can´t afford loosing anytime. I am waisting enought already. As much as I got from your mind you are my guardian angel. Fine. Never knew I had one. Anyway, take me to hell!"
Tell me I didn´t hear right. Take him to hell?! Has he gone mad? Was one time not enought? Why should he want to go down there again? What kind of sick joke is this?
"Non. Now get me down there."
"I can´t."

Lestat:
Wonderfull, really.
I am making myself the trouble of carrying this guy half around the world in the hope that he can help me, but the only answer I get is a plain and simple can´t.´.
Guardian angels are for no use.
What shall this guy be anyway? No wings and looking like a doll one cut the the strings off. Touch him a little bit to roughly and he will break in the middle. If this is a e´. I simply can´t decided if that should be a man or a woman. Maybe genderless, like angels should be. But who cares anyway if ones guardian is male or female. I don´t think I will do anything with him where his gender will be a matter.
I wonder if all guardians look like sissys.
Anyway, he was good enought to save me, I have to give him that credit. Without him the Vampire Lestat would most likely be a snack for a gargyl by now.
"Allright. No taking to hell."
I try to keep my temper down, it won´t bring me anywhere if I get a fit.
"Than bring me to heaven. Take me there."
"I can´t."

Angel Ties 33

Lestat:

"Just a moment. I think I got something not right. You are an angel. My guardian angel."
"Yes."
He looks up at the sky, eyes wide, the blue of the nearly fading to silver in the pale light of the moon. Heartbroken and miserable they seem, his face a mask of emptyness, his features just dark lines in whiteness, an unfinished painting. Arms wind around his chest, protecting the nearly transculent skin from the cold of the air, the ripped robe falling loosley over his slumped body. Odd colored hair once again wet, icecristalls that had formed in his locks during the travel melting again.
The very picture of miserabelity, someone who would melt everyones heart while simply looking at him.
Luckily I am not everybody.
"God damn, look at me when I speak with you!"
He flinches at this words, turning his gaze towards me, but I doubt that he really sees me. To dazed and unfocused he seems. I wonder if it has to do with the wounds. They had only bleed slightly as I took care of them, but ugly nonthless, two scars framed with soft, small feathers. It seems that I not only have quiet a whinny, but also a crippled angel. And such a thing shall take care of me?
"So you are a angel. And you can go to heaven."
Sadness settles in his face, his lips quivering, fingers unconsciously reaching for his back.
"No..."
"WHAT???? You can´t go to heaven?! To hell, you are an angel!!! Don´t tell me that you need those puffy wings to get there! I know that they are not needed for it! Memnoch did it without them and I bet every stupid angel can do it! Why not you! Why from all fucking guardian angels in heaven I get a complete incompetent?! What have I done to deserve that!"
I turn away from him, not expecting an answer, throwing my arms up to the sky I take a few steps, kicking at a few stones, searching for something to direct my anger at, except this poorly excuse of an angel.
"You have done nothing, absolutly nothing to deserve a guardian!"
I spin around as I hear his words, the sharp tone of anger in the low voice let me shiver slightly and unwanted. I see him rise, slowly and unsteady, shaking, his knees nearly giving way under A dim light seem to radiate from him, cool, like ice, casting a blueish teint to his snowwhite skin, now deep violet hair caught in a soft breeze, streaks of darkness in this vision of light. For the first time he really seems heavenly, a creature that isn´t supposed to walk on earth surface. And also unearthy seems the anger glowing in his eyes, pupils lost in lakes of icewater.
"Nothing! Be happy that you have me! Do you even know how many humans have a guardian angel to protect them? I can tell you. Not more than 30 on earth have one watching over them. And I don´t want to count the times that I have saved your pitty butt! Often enought. And believe me, I didn´t want to watch after any of your race. I am here, because I got the order to watch over your soul from a archangel. One of those is interested in you and I was choosen to guard you. Threethousand years have passed since this order and all this years I watched over your various lifes. I didn´t mind much, it wasn´t that much trouble, just had to save you a few times from ending as snack for a few liones or burning on a stake. But you utterly screwed up with this existence! Why do you had to become a goddamned creature of Uriel! I wouldn´t have mind if Raphaels faries pulled you in their world! But a freaking vampire! Do you even know in what trouble you got me! Nearly got a kick out from heaven for that failure! But you didn´t stop there, didn´t you. You rode yourself in more and more...shit! And I had to drag you out of it! I had to go to hell and test my strenght against Memnoch of all demons down their! Do you really thing that inccubus would have let you go? Or that he was the one who send you your eye back? I made sure you could escape and picked you eyeball up.
Who is incompetent here?
I wouldn´t be in this situation if it weren´t for you. I would have gladly died there and waited till heavensdoor is open for me again. But you dragged me half over the world and dare to command me around, pick on me after I have saved you.
Again."

Louis:

Strange.
Am I dreaming?
Or I am awake?
I don´t know.
The rise of the devil?
What is that about?
Azrael.
This boy-angel is Azrael?
This thoughts...
Will you rise?
With my help...
I don´t understand.
So much has happend.
May all a dream?
I wish for it.
That can´t be true, can it?
Why I am not sure?
Azrael. The name sounds so familiar on my lips. Or are they mine?
Heck. It´s all so confusing.
There is something in me. Something building.
Slowly.
I am afraid. Afraid that I will loose myself.
Angels, demons...
What is that all about?
I have my own personal demons, my hell. I don´t need someone elses.
But I saw it. Saw it with my own eyes.
Or did I dream it?
I am not sure anymore.
And this is what frightens me.
I have always been that sure of myself and now... Everything is upside down. I thought I wouldn´t believe again, the Memnoch episode just a faint shudder in those wall of disbelieve, nothing to break them down. But now...
Shall I believe?
I can´t.
This has to be a dream.
It has to.
But what if it´s not?
Those visions of destruction? This soft voice, cold like a blade of steel against my neck? Are those true? Are those memories?
I AM NO ANGEL!
I am not.
I am Louis.
Noone else.
But who is Louis?
Have I lost myself?
I am...I am not sure anymore.

My eyes flutter open.
Cold, so cold.
And I know that I dream.
But if I am dreaming now, the things before must have been reality.
Am I going crazy?
I look up, darkness around me, velvet blackness enveloping. There is something in the darkness, I am sure, movement, sounds, the beating of a heart, pounding in rythem with my own. Fingers, spun night caressing my cheek, tracing a line of burning ice, stopping in a soft careness over my lips.
"...Who..."
"Shhh..."
A soft voice stops me, above me, seemingly matrilizing out of nothingness, a pair of green eyes look back at me. Green. I have never seen such green. Liquid. The colors of the woods, changing within a heartbeat to the stormcolors of the sea. One moment emerald, the other soft jade. Specks of silver, gold, like stray sunshine fighting its way through the leaves.
And sad.
In this eyes there is a sadness I have never seen before. No other feelings, just uncried tears, tears that wont come because you have cried to much already.
I reach out, without thinking, reach out for the face I can´t see. My fingers encounter flesh, soft, velvet under the tips.
Dead.
The darkness shatters, shards of blackness, a shattering mirrow that gives way to light. I close my eyes, my hands coming up to shield my face, light blinding.
No pain.
I dare to look again. And blink.
A clockwork. Ticking slowly. Disgusting...so disgusting. Beating, living flesh, blood flowing through it. I want to vomit, my stomach rebelling. I spin around, barly noticing that I am back to normal, short hair, the clothes I wore before, faded jeans and sweater.
And find myself confronted with myself.
No not myself...just, just a frightining resembalance. I am not that perfect. Not the owner of so sorrowfull eyes.
Long black strands of hair, blowing in a unfeelable wind, like alive, like velvet snakes, held back from the etheral face by a crown of bones. Clothes, a robe, fitting the fine curved body, shimmering red, crimson, crimson blood, a robe made of human skin. Rising from the back, a black and a white wing, both stained with blood, dripping from the feathers. The face, emotionless, like carved out of perfect white marble, every line, perfection. Blood red lips, moist, soft breath fanning over them, high cheekbones, a faint shadow at the hollows, brows, dark, like drawn with coal. And those eyes, fixed on mine, haunting eyes.
So beautiful.
And so horrible.
I step back, unsteady. Gaze still fixed on the being before me, who smiles sadly, one delicate hand reaching out for me. White like fresh fallen snow.
I don´t take it. I can´t. Even if I wanted to I couldn´t. I can just stair at this creature before me.
Death.
Destruction.
End.
Earth.
Rebirth.
Uriel.

Angel Ties 34

Asking yourself.
Who are you?
You are not sure anymore.
You are you.
And you are I.
Azrael spoke the truth.
He can´t lie.
He wont lie.
He never did.
God banished this abillity in the lesser angels.
Together with so many others.
And Azrael has been a lesser angel.
A young Seraph.
No Cherubim or Throne.
Well, he has been one.
One before he met me.
Who I am?
You.
Uriel.
Believe me, I am you, or better, you are me.
Not completly.
But the vessel.
Don´t be afraid.
Not of me.
Fear what you are.
What will come.
Don´t be confused. I will try to explain.
I am Azraels father.
I created him. He is my child.
And he is my lover.
There is a rule in heaven.
Love only the all mighty god, the creator, and your siblings, noone else. Don´t give your heart to someone else.
I... and Azrael, no, the angel he was then, couldn´t follow this rule.
I couldn´t love god.
I hate him.
I hate him for what he has used me, for what he has made me do.
I create with my right and have to destroy it the very instant with my left.
I hated him that he made me the angel of Life and Death.
He wanted me to destroy the lifes I gave, the life I created. Lifes that I loved for they were a part of me.
And I destroyed them.
For god wouldn´t accept it otherwise.
My siblings...
I have a twin.
He couldn´t love god either, may his hate burns even brighter than mine. God forodained his destiny like all the others, but his was the cruelst. A masquerade until the very end, before he was banned, his pride shatterd and his ideals crumbled to dust under the feet of the creator.
My twin was Lucifel...now Lucifer, the lord of hell.
I...I can´t bring myself to love him.
He and I, we betrayed each other to often.
I couldn´t follow him, I didn´t fought for him as he needed me to.
And he, he sealed my fate, our fate.
So I thought, I would settle for no love at all.
Azrael, well...he was something different.
He loved creation.
Not the creator.
He loved everything on earth, loved the mortals, which were for him an endless riddle. I watched him. Even before we acctually met, how he walked among them. Tried to understand and make them understand.
I was intrigued.
Such naivite.
And the love for creation I couldn´t give.
So I saved him this day, saved him from Michael.
Because he had what I missed...what I wanted...
I took him with me. Showed him my world. Showed him what lay behind the veil.
But he told you that.
Didn´t he?
But he didn´t told you all.
There are things that even he doesn´t know.
He fell in love with me.
Fell in love with what I am, fell in love with my power, my knowledge. It isn´t hard to fall in love with a creature like me.
I don´t know if he fell in love with my true self.
I still don´t know.
But I quess he did.
I never thought he would return for me after all those years.
Thousands.
You know the prophecy of Johannes?
The apocalypsis.
I...I made him start it once.
I wanted an end.
To hell.
To earth.
To heaven.
The apocalypsis is the rebirth of it all, a cleansing.
I didn´t want to go on like this.
I wanted everything to die.
I wanted to die.
And I can´t.
I am eternal like time.
I didn´t believe it would work.
There was as good as no chances, even if we had the demon hordes of the old myths on our side, even hell.
I have persuaded my twin to accompany us against heaven.
I persuaded Azrael to rise.
It is my fault.
And I payed dearly.
Lucifer betrayed me, for he asked from me what I couldn´t give.
Love.
Both of us, Azrael and I, got caught, our troups imprissoned in eternal sleep.
Azrael got imprissoned in the battlefield. In the center of the merged spheres. Where hell and heaven meets and nothing can survive but madness and destruction itself. Where thousands died and the souls of Angels and Demons alike are caught for all eternity.
And I.
Immortal and undestroyable as I am, because how do you want to kill death? My strenghts, my powers became my punishment.
Life on earth, be mortal. Your soul reincarneted for 3 thousand years. Live a life, love and die a cruel death by the hands of your loved one. Never find happiness. Always loose what is dear to you.
You.
You were supposed to be my last life on earth.
Your soul the last to carry mine and meet the cruel fate.
But you became eternal yourself.