What to Do at Night

Side Story 1: A Story Ariel and Arsion Don't Know

It was boring.

It was a very difficult feeling for an angel to feel, but Arsion was trying to figure out what that feeling was while looking at the endless sky. It had been a long time since the war died down. It was something that would creep up again one day, but at least he knew it wasn't now.

Arsion stroked the sword given to him. He had used this to cut down countless demons, yet there was not even a single blemish or mark upon the smooth blade. That's natural, because Ariel repaired it for him.

Ariel's power not only works on angels but also on these objects as well. It was possible because of the power of the goddess.

Arsion hugged his sword.

'Where did she go?'

Ariel hadn't been seen in a long time. It was not something that worried him. She was an angel with nine wings. Ariel couldn't be in danger as long as she has her wings. Although it was a fortunate thing, Arsion felt a bit regretful. Ariel didn't need him because she's like that.

It was Arsion who needed Ariel. He was leading the way in the most dangerous place among the angels. If it weren't for Ariel, his four wings would have already been torn to shreds without a trace and became the food of the devil.

Arsion unfolded his wings. His wings remained white for the first time in a really long time, as there was no further battle with the demons since she removed all the wounds. Arsion slowly flapped his wings and hugged his sword.

If he wanted to feel Ariel's presence, he had to look at the things that she touched.

He wondered how long he had been sitting like that. He could see the gleaming gold in the distance through the cloud. At that sight, Arsion quickly spread his wings and flew there. Gold feathers fell as he approached.

Arsion's face was overflowing with joy that one had to wonder if he was the same Arsion who showed no emotion moments before.

It was obviously Ariel's feathers. Sure enough, soon the dazzling wings fluttered, and the voice he had been waiting for was heard.

"Arsion!"

Ariel fell from the sky into his arms. Arsion hugged Ariel with joy.

"How are you?"

"Good."

"Has everything been all right?"

"Yes."

Any injuries?

"None."

Those were very concise answers. However, Ariel smiled and hugged Arsion's neck.

"I went to the human world for a while."

Ariel spread her palms open as she said so. Then, on Ariel's hand, an object that Arsion had never seen appeared.

"What is this?"

"Oh, is this your first time seeing this, Arsion? This is a book made by humans."

"Book?"

"Knowledge, experience, and imagination are written down."

There were no books in heaven. Ariel said that knowledge, experience, and imagination existed in their own right, so they could be passed on without using letters like humans.

To Arsion, who had never been to the human world since he was born and had never paid any attention to it, it was just a bizarre thing. So, Arsion summoned the knowledge to recognize the characters of humans in the heavens. The moment he reached for that knowledge, he could read the title of the book.

"Things to Do at Night?"

Night, it wasn't his favorite time. There were a lot of magical things crawling up under the cover of the darkness. What are things to do at night? Is it written about killing the devil? Meanwhile Ariel handed over the book and showed Arsion what was inside.

A long time later, the two were lying face down and reading the book together.

"That's very interesting. Do humans do this at night?"

Arsion did not understand. Angels and humans were similar in appearance, but there was a big difference. That difference is something called genitalia, and they use it to unite their bodies with each other. Moreover, there was a strange thing called kissing. Kissing each other is a gesture of friendship.

Arsion turned the book over without expression. Then a question arose.

"But why do humans do this?"

"Well, they say they feel pleasure."

Pleasure. A sense that shakes the mind and paralyzes reason. And something that's addictive. It wasn't something that angels were capable of feeling. Was this the sensation that animals feel when they tore up their lives?

"Of course humans are dangerous creatures."

Arsion muttered with a serious face.

"It's not just pleasure."

Ariel, who had read to the end, murmured as she looked at the last page.

"There's a baby coming."

"......."

Arsion saw the last chapter Ariel was looking at. There was a picture of a very small human being. The weak and imperfect young things that angels didn't have.

God's power of creation was given to all things on earth, but not to angels. However, they had never been sorry for that fact. At first, Ariel wasn't interested. However ...

"I'm curious."

"What are you curious about?"

"Me and Arsion's child."

"Huh...?"

"They're having a baby that looks like each other. What would a child of Arsion and I look like?"

"......."

"I'm so curious about that."

While saying so, Ariel gave him a big smile. After seeing her smile, Arsion blankly stared at Ariel and turned back to the book. Unlike a while ago, his eyes now contained a more earnest enthusiasm in them than ever.

He and Ariel couldn't make children because they were angels. But if there's a chance someday.......

Arsion read and reread the humans' book for the day till he didn't know when. Perhaps when that time comes, Ariel will be able to give him as many children as she wants.