𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 [𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗 𝐅𝐅]

1. Angel?

"Damn."

I bit my apple. My red, beautiful apple. I had always loved apples. They were red, sweet, chewy, and tasty. Accidentally, I bit my lips. Blood started flowing down my lips. Red, beautiful blood. I really liked the color. Beautiful and elegant. I wiped off the blood and sat on the ceiling on the rooftop with my hands on top of my legs, like an evil villain sat in movies, just for fun. The cold breeze ruined my red hair. I shook my head from side to side, just for fun. I bit my apple again. Xylazia City was quiet. I checked the time. It was past midnight. Of course, It should be quiet. No Xylazians were allowed to be out after midnight. Except me. Because I set this rule myself. Just for fun. I did everything just for fun.

Just to ruin my mood, one of my guards came and told me that we had an emergency. I took the last bite of my apple and threw the seeds away. I got off the ceiling and stood up. I looked at my guard and told him to speak.

"A Xylazian boy was severely ill. He needed NTD blood. However, he is extremely poor. He couldn't really afford it. So we decided to help him."

"What's that got to do with me?"

"Sir, after examining him, we have found out...."

"Found out??"

"We have found out that he's an Angel."

"Okay. Go now. I'll visit him. Take care of him."

My guard looked at me. He looked surprised. Perhaps he was surprised that I didn't look shocked at all. I was shocked, but I didn't show it to him. I had never shown anything to anybody at all. He went away.

An Angel. An Angel in Xylazia. How was that even possible? My ancestors killed all of them. Every single one of them. I sat on the ceiling again, not wanting to ruin my night. I started thinking of Angels. I had no idea how this boy managed to exist. I didn't know why my ancestors killed them in the first place. How did an Angel even look? I had read many books about them ever since I was a boy. All of them said they looked weird and ugly. I knew my ancestors very well, so I didn't believe them. It's wasn't that I liked Angels. I didn't believe my ancestors.

Should I kill him just like my ancestors or let him live?

I looked at the moon. It was shining. Alone in the sky. Was I feeling something weird?

My ancestors used to think that Angels were too poor and disgusting to live. Maniacs were a proud and elegant breed. Maniacs used to use Angels in the dirtiest ways possible. When an Angel used to refuse or deny doing work, my ancestors would simply kill them or, even worse, torture them to death. Did I feel pity for them? Maybe not, or maybe. Who knew?

I munched another apple. It was sweeter than the previous one.

Angels were called Anzis by Maniacs. Most Angels were white in color. What color was the boy? Angels had wings, but Maniacs didn't let them use them. They would cut them and eat them. Maniacs believed they were delicious and nutritious, while I thought they were disgusting.

I took another bite. The moon was being covered by black clouds. Was it going to rain? A storm? I checked the time. 1:30 a.m. I didn't feel like sleeping. I bit my apple again. This time, the bite was a bit harsh.

Would the boy feel scared when he saw me? Was he scared already? How old was he? What was his name? His parents? How did he survive? How did my ancestors forget to kill his family?

The cold breeze touched my skin. I was sure it was going to rain. I was right.

It rained cats and dogs. I didn't go inside. Rain soaked everything. My hair, my face, my hands, my legs, my body. I closed my eyes. No one disturbed me. I felt delighted.