The Sandman x Reader - Neil Gaiman (Lucifer x you x Dream)

16: God's Girl

In the unlikely case that you had ever felt any compassion at being so easily put into God's second hand being, very slim a chance, but in the case you were... Your joy would delight the God and HE would reward you. 

HE did not return your ability to dream freely or wander the Heavens without a guard... But one day, you feel something new, a pride almost from the way your mind had finally stilled of buzzing hatred for your CREATOR. God was enamoured by your sudden change of heart. For the third day that you presented this happiness, HE gave you the gift of returning to Earth for one simple task and then to roam freely - in rememberance that you cannot die nor be scathed by a mortal blade - you accepted the offer with glee filled eyes and to Earth he sent you. 

A beam of light carrying you to a church by a small market. The market buzzed with people in kind and though God had not given you the rights to wings yet, you still felt ever so out of place. Especially when you saw the life that was held deftly and arrogantly in each being. 
A sigh escaped your lips as you walked on. Towards the market you could smell baked goods and the warmth of the summery sun upon your skin. But as you looked around, taking in the sights of the trees around you and lining the borders of the churchyard, you saw the leaves were red and gold.

It was Autumn.

Such a beautiful time of year.

You smiled softly and nodded as you remembered your purpose. You would need to go to a small cottage and see to it that an old man is warned of his tamperings with the Dead and In Between.

It was not hard for you to sweep through the market of humans, your bedraggled dress merely witchy and angelic all the same. You wade through the crowds of people, a touch of silver was around your wrist, a band of a reminder, telling you you belonged to HIM.

And unknown to you, a being, the man whom pined each day for your return watched you from the shadows of the autumnal trees. His dark cloak a whisper of darkness and his moping frame followed the gaze to your bracelet.. Or.. to your chain cuff, more rather. His eyes cast downward and his fringe of blacks and browns hid his features from the world.

He followed you with brisk intent but quiet movements, being sure to hide within sight of man.

You found the cottage withe ease, you were an Angel, not one of the Between nor of Tir Na Nog... And yet, for this most auspicious occassion, you were allowed to see the fae that swam through the air, the vampiric beasts hiding in the knots of trees and broken wood; even the love creatures that lingered by the door of the establishment and the bright mites by the discarded, empty milk bottles under the porch.

It truly was just like a faerie tale and you could not help the smile crease the corners of your beautiful cheeks. But as you reached out to gracefully touch the being sof light and dust the ring about your wrist tightened, clamping into your flesh like the mouth of a lamprey and you cried out with a hiss. Buckling, you fell to the floor, path of cobbled stone a shock to your blessed knees.

Your tears shattered on the ground like stardust and you bit your lip as you jerked your head up to look directly into the Heavens. You nodded as your body reverberated with the whispers of your manipulative God. 

They were words of negation to your actions and in simple terms, 'you belong to HEAVEN alone', HE was obviously against you even looking at the fae, to those from the In Between.

And so, you hung your head, gasping as your hand retracted from the beings and God loosened HIS hold on your poor, permeated skin.

After heaving deep breaths, in and out. In and out. You stood, feet raw against the cobbled stone, the pain remained but the cuts nor bruise would raise upon your 'perfect' Angel skin.